Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 480

Chapter 480: 480-The Alpha’s Regret

Helanie:

Seeing Sullivan again like that, squaring up to me, made my heart sink. I gulped but tried to do it discreetly.

"Step out of my way," I hissed, clenching my jaw. I wanted to stay focused and use everything I had learned at the academy—all the skills the brothers had taught me, especially in the combat classes.

But it was normal to feel shaken in my body when facing old enemies.

"So, what was going on?" he asked, chewing bubble gum like he didn’t care, taking slow steps toward me.

"I won’t repeat myself. Get out of my way."

I remembered him as someone with a lot of strength. But now that I thought about it, I’d never seen him train or do anything related to combat.

"Ohh, so what if you repeat yourself? Gonna cry?" he pouted, faking a crying face and mimicking a child’s voice, "Or will you call your friends to come save your ass?"

But the second he grabbed my arm, I reacted.

It was pure reflex. Norman and Rudy had drilled it into me to act fast the moment I felt threatened by someone’s touch.

As soon as Sullivan hit the floor, I realized why he always seemed so powerful before. It was because I never fought back.

I had made them monsters in my mind, given them so much power that even when they were just as weak as me, they looked like beasts.

My confidence shot through the roof, and a smile of pride and self-worth spread across my lips.

"She’s possessed by a demon!" Larissa screamed, running over to her son—who didn’t lift his head.

He just lay there, staring at the ceiling.

I could tell that it wasn’t from pain, but from the fact that a girl had kicked his ass.

I knew Sullivan inside and out. He was a misogynistic little bitch.

I sighed and walked out the door. Maybe I’d get lucky and find a cafe.

I remembered there used to be so many cafes and restaurants in my pack, but I never got to visit any of them.

While walking down the road, I could feel eyes on me—heads peeking out of windows, people grunting.

These people had hardwired hatred for me, and that wasn’t going to change.

But a few things had changed—enough that they didn’t dare come out and say anything to me now.

I reached a cafe just a few houses down and stepped into the empty place.

There was absolutely no one else around at this hour.

I sat down, and the waitress came out, raising her eyebrow at me. _{freewebnøvel.com}

The hostile reactions from everyone used to bother me so much.

I used to compliment them nonstop, thinking maybe that would make them stop being mean to me.

But now I don’t care.

I gave her my order without throwing in any compliments, and I bet she noticed—because she asked:

"Is that it? You’re not going to say something about my hair?"