Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 285

Chapter 285: 285-His Sweet Confession

Helanie:

"He used to avoid me like I didn’t even exist. There were times when he could just walk past me—no! Walk through me," I uttered, still sobbing as I spilled my heart to him. Although I couldn’t tell him about the Alphas, I did speak about my father and my stepmother.

"Helanie, tell me where they are, and I will fucking kill them in the worst way possible," he said, gripping my hands again. He pulled me slightly away, just enough to make his point, though I was still close, my hands resting on his chest and my eyes locked with his.

If only I could tell him everything. I just couldn’t. If I told him about the Alphas and he went after them, I would be asked to provide evidence. Then I wouldn’t be able to take my revenge. They’d become vigilant, and I couldn’t risk that.

They will never understand the lengths I am willing to go to make them bow to me.

"It was a long time ago. I was very young when I left the pack. I’m sure my dad and stepmother left that pack as well," I lied, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me.

From what Charlotte and Emma told me, my mother never revealed anything about my father being in the same pack. I’m certain she didn’t know herself. The last time she spoke with him, my dad told her he’d take me and leave for another pack to start anew, ensuring she would never find us.

My mother must have lived her life believing my father abandoned the pack.

"I don’t hold that anger in my heart for them. But I want to transition so these scars go away," I added, though I didn’t mean it.

Those scars were the only thing I was terrified of losing.

I didn’t want them to fade until I had exact my revenge. They were my motivation. I owed it to my body to keep them.

"I’m sure you will," he said softly. "You just need to keep believing and wanting your wolf. Show the desire to transition." He paused, placing a hand on his forehead, his expression tightening. He seemed so infuriated, but I could tell he was keeping his anger in check for me. That much I knew.

But I was already regretting bringing up my father. I had no idea how far he was willing to go to find them. And if he did, it would only spell disaster for me.

It was then that I realized something: I wanted my wolf, but I wasn’t sure if I truly wanted to transition. Could that doubt be what had silenced my wolf again?

"Promise me something," I said softly, reaching for his hand. The moment our hands touched, I noticed how warm his hand was. Not just warm—it felt like fire.

"Hmm?" He lifted his head from the ground, his red eyes glistening with unshed tears.