Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 580

Chapter 580: 580-Fallen Apart

Helanie:

I had run out and looked around to see where the mess started. It was all so scary and exhausting. I ran toward the first floor after I heard the maids telling each other Kaye needed help.

"Where is Rogue King Kaye?" I asked a maid, my hands shaking as I held her hand. For some reason, the blood in the living room didn’t smell like my mate’s blood. This belonged to someone else.

"What the heck is even going on here?" I asked my wolf, worried.

"He is in the backyard," she pointed at the back side of the mansion. I gave her a nod before sprinting toward the back. Norman had come with me by now, including their father and Emma, who couldn’t keep herself from finding out what was happening.

As I pushed the door open to the back, the strong wind hit my face. The weather had been so bad; it wasn’t like that a few hours before.

But my eyes looked for Kaye.

"He is over there," Lord McQuoid yelled, making us follow him to the end of the backyard. Kaye was on all fours, bleeding and breathing heavily.

We all reached him, but Norman stepped ahead and knelt down first.

"What is wrong with him, Norman?" I asked, anxiously rubbing my palms. He had a huge claw mark on his chest which was actively bleeding.

"He was attacked," Norman announced, "this can’t be—how did it happen? It’s not even a full moon."

The way Norman started to panic made me worry for him. I didn’t understand him.

"What is going on? Who attacked him?" I sat down, my hand on Norman’s shoulder. He turned to me and showed his tearful eyes.

"He was attacked by a lycan," Norman uttered, twisting my heart in my chest. _{freёweɓnovel.com}

"What? Maximus? No! It’s not a full moon night and Maximus never attacks them, right?" It didn’t make any more sense. I was as confused as they were.

"Let’s take him inside. Where is Emmet?" Norman said as he wrapped his brother’s arm over his shoulder and helped him get up.

"I will go look for him," I said and ran ahead of them to find Emmet.

My heart was pounding in my temples as I sped back into the mansion ahead of them. I looked around and my eyes once again fell on the ground—the blood trail making my skin crawl. But no! It couldn’t be Emmet’s. If the blood belonged to Emmet, I would have smelled it.

I ran to the passage to Emmet’s room, but once I stepped in and found it empty, I turned around instantly. I could not waste my time. But this time, back in the mansion, I grabbed a maid to ask her questions.