Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 70

Chapter 70: 70-It Is Combat Time

Helanie:

"I don’t think I can do this. I am not comfortable here," I murmured, sliding his hand away, feeling awkward about how he was touching me in class. We have kept our relationship a secret. I thought we did but sometimes the way everyone whispered when watching us made me wonder if he had told his friends about us.

"Helanie! Don’t be like that. Nobody’s going to say anything to us," he insisted, his hand slipping up my skirt again. Every time he touched me, I felt as if everyone’s eyes were darting in my direction. Even when no one was looking, I just felt exposed.

"Altan! Not in the classroom," I whispered, slapping his hand away, which made him grunt and angrily pull his chair back.

"What happened? Did Miss Goody Two-Shoes upset you again?" A voice from behind made me roll my eyes. She was always trying to come between us, and he let her.

"Please don’t be mad at me. I just don’t want anyone starting rumors. If they reach my father’s ears—" I tilted my head to look at him and saw the anger in his eyes. He was furious.

"You only care about your own reputation, Helanie. If you loved me, you’d take off that pendant and kiss me right here," he demanded. His demand didn’t catch me off guard. He’d asked me to take it off countless times before. But now, here in the classroom?

The teacher would arrive any moment, and if she caught us like this, I was doomed.

"Altan, there are so many guys here. You know what happens when I take my pendant off," I said, glancing around at the others who were already watching us. They all knew Altan wanted to be my first, and he was waiting for me to turn eighteen.

"And you think I won’t be able to handle anyone looking at you? I’d poke their eyes out. But only if you trust me. You don’t even think I can protect you—you rely on this pendant more than you rely on me," he hissed, grabbing my notebook and tossing it across the room.

I didn’t know how else to tell him that he was right. I was afraid he couldn’t protect me, but I wouldn’t say it out loud and hurt his pride.

As I went to retrieve my notebook, others began throwing it around, kicking it, and sliding it across the classroom. All the while, as I tried to catch it, Altan sat back comfortably and watched. And yet he wanted me to believe he could shield me from anyone’s bad intentions.

I woke up suddenly, drenched in sweat, even though I had never slept in such a comfortable bed before. I had only been asleep for a few minutes and was already struck with a nightmare.

"Ugh!" A groan escaped my lips as I sank onto the soft bed. This wasn’t just any hotel room—it was a suite. After that nightmare, I decided to shower again to feel better. After a warm bath, I stepped out wrapped in a plush, blue bathrobe.

The room service was incredibly attentive. They brought me delicious food, and now they were giving me a foot massage. I was a little confused as to why they were treating me so well, but then I remembered who had booked the room. Of course, they wouldn’t dare disappoint the rogue king’s son and his future successor.

"Thank you so much," I murmured to the staff before lying down on the bed. It was set on an elevated platform with windows on three sides and a TV mounted on the fourth wall.

I lay there in silence, watching the rain patter against the window. It was the perfect weather to just be here. If only I felt completely at peace with my life.

The red card in my hand could mean everything—or absolutely nothing—if I didn’t use it wisely.

"If only I had the will," I sighed, longing for the part of me that had always existed but never truly surfaced.

With that thought, I drifted off. I woke early the next morning to room service again and began preparing for the day. Kaye had left me a letter with the staff detailing the location and timing of the next test round.

I was a bit nervous, dreading the thought of facing Maximus and Norman again. Those two didn’t like me very much.

I spent nearly the entire day watching TV. Back when I lived with my dad, I’d never had a TV. I wasn’t even allowed the simplest form of entertainment.

This was my first time holding a remote control, and it felt empowering to be the one in charge.

Living a normal life felt so good. For a moment, I wished I could’ve been a daddy’s princess. I could only imagine how much fun it would have been not to be touched or mocked whenever someone felt like it.

In that life, my dad would have protected me, and everyone would have thought twice before harassing me. No alphas would have dared to take my virginity or leave me for dead when they were finished with me.

No rogue king brothers would mock me, and no wealthy pack candidates would beat me up to hide their nasty little secrets.