Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 197

Chapter 197: 197-I Can Do No Wrong!

Rayden:

Few Months Ago:

"Ugh!" I groaned as I received another call from Jenny. She was my sweetest mate, but also a little boring.

"Yeah?" I answered the call, stepping away from my friends. We had received a holiday notification yesterday and decided to celebrate our return home with a good drinking night.

However, it turned out to be the best night when we spotted that couple in the underground train station.

We had been debating where to go to do drugs when it was mutually decided that the abandoned station would be the safest choice—no one would catch us there. But I guess what we did last night turned out to be far more thrilling than doing drugs.

I could still feel my hands on her soft body. My dick stirred in my pants at the thought of being inside her.

"Where were you all night? Are you with that redheaded bitch?" Jenny’s angry voice pulled me back to reality as she shouted through the phone.

I rolled my eyes harder. We’d been through this before—her constant claims of feeling betrayed. Last time, I’d managed to lie my way out of it, but if she kept complaining, her brother might actually hire someone to come after me.

Neither my friends nor I would like that. We were free spirits, unbound by restrictions, and we despised being scrutinized.

"I was doing my last practice before the holidays so I could come and enjoy my time with you," I snapped, using a harsh tone to shut her down.

The best way to avoid being interrogated is to yell and shut the other person down. It always works.

"Anyway, I’m not going to answer any more of your questions. Last time, you had me under interrogation for two weeks. I’ve told you already, that was the last time I’d tolerate your disrespectful questioning. I’m an alpha—I’ll be going to battles and doing important things. What will you do with all that pain if you can’t even handle a little discomfort from me working out?"

I got off the bed, shirtless, wearing only black shorts. My friends were still asleep, but I had to get ready and leave because my insecure mate couldn’t stop overthinking her imaginary pain.

"I want—" Before she could keep complaining, I cut the call and dressed quickly. As I was heading to my car, I received a text from my friend.

Fox: Can you go check the area where we left her? I want to make sure she’s dead. It’d be bad if she somehow survived and got a DNA test done.

I knew why he wanted me to confirm she was dead—it was because of the coward in our group. He’d start panicking if he thought she might still be alive.