Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 198

Chapter 198: 198-Right Between His Legs

Helanie:

"So, you didn’t die, huh? What makes me wonder is, why are you at the academy? And the bigger question is, what did you tell Jenny that made her refuse to let me back into her life for even a moment?" His voice turned harsh, and the darkness in his eyes deepened as he pressed his hand harder over my mouth.

His touch froze me in place, disgust and goosebumps rippling through my body.

I was hyperventilating, struggling to take steady breaths, terrified of what he might do next.

"How the hell did you survive? Why did you come to this academy and befriend my mate? Do you think you can pull this off to get back at me for that one night?" He leaned into my shoulder, his words sliding like poison directly into my ear. Torture—that was his intention.

I held my breath, desperate to avoid any further connection between our bodies.

"You know, I don’t even remember your body or how you tasted. So why do you still have that night burned into your mind? If you were even slightly sane, you’d thank the Moon Goddess for surviving and move on. Someone with more brains would’ve promised herself never to get into trouble again. But you love trouble, don’t you?"

His hissed words felt like slaps across my face. I had often asked myself how the alphas must feel now. Would they regret ruining someone’s life like that? Maybe they woke up plagued with guilt. But hearing him speak about that incident as if it was my fault made it clear—they were irredeemable.

"Anyway, now that I’m here, I’ll fix everything you’ve ruined. And not only that—if you even think about opening your mouth, I’ll let everyone know your truth. I’ll tell them that before coming to this academy, you were your pack’s whore, sleeping with alphas to trap them with a pregnancy and force them into your cage. Not that I’ll need to do much more than that. Everyone listens to an alpha," he sneered, his voice thick with venom, chuckling mid-sentence as if the scent of his cologne wasn’t already making me nauseous.

"Oh, wait—I remember something," he said with mock excitement. "It’s nothing big, but it’s something. Do you remember when I was fucking you, and you begged me to stop? And then I came all over your face—"

His laughter exploded, loud and cruel, making my jaw clench so tightly it hurt. He acted like he’d achieved something extraordinary, his grotesque delight sending a wave of rage and disgust through me.

I had never expected to encounter such a monster.

In my head, I thought he would freak out and start apologizing to me. I imagined he’d convince me he wasn’t in his right mind that night, that it was all a mistake.

But I was so wrong.

"What? Are you going to cry again and beg me to let you go?" he whispered against my mouth, his breath making my stomach churn. I closed my eyes, scrambling to think of what I could do. If I didn’t act, he’d believe he still had power over me—that I was still the same girl he had used and tried to kill.

That thought was unbearable.

Without hesitation, I bent my knee and struck him hard in the groin. The next thing I knew, all the color drained from his face, and his eyes bulged.

His mouth opened as though to yell, but only a strangled, painful cry escaped.