Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates - Chapter 222

Chapter 222: 222-Her Dead Body And My Dead Dreams

Lamar:

“Come on, Evaline, where are you?” I had my phone next to my ear, a beautiful white dress resting in a cover for my sister.

She had turned eighteen last night, but I had to go buy so much stuff for her the whole day that we waited for the night for celebrations.

Also, she had her last exam today. I was pretty excited for her.

I baked a cake for the first time and was also going to surprise her with an apartment that I bought for us.

A place where my sister and I would live like a family without any fear of getting kicked out ever again.

“Life is going to be perfect for you, my little sister,” I set the candles on the cake, worried if she would arrive now.

It was past midnight, and I wondered if her celebrations with her friends were over yet. She had made many friends in her life, and I have only her as a friend.

I didn’t want to occupy myself with other activities that would lead me to lose my focus on providing for Evaline.

She wasn’t just my sister; I saw her as my little daughter even when we were only one year apart. And I never wanted any other family besides her.

I didn’t want a mate, not interested in mates either.

But my patience was wavering thin now. She had called me and told me she was coming in an hour, but now, it had been more than an hour, and there were no signs of her.

I called her repeatedly, but she never picked up my calls.

But that’s when I decided to not sit at home and do something about it.

I began to run around to her friends’ homes, and they all seemed to have returned half an hour ago already.

Then where was Evaline?

The rain hindered the process of looking for her so much. I managed to reach the warrior station to ask them for help, but they were of no help either.

“She turned eighteen? I bet she’s just around the woods looking for her mate. What eighteen-year-old spends her birthday at home?” the warrior leaned back in his chair, rotating the chair very obnoxiously and flossing his teeth.

“She’s not like that. She messaged me that she’s coming home. We had plans,” I tried to show him my phone to confirm she was planning on coming home, but he didn’t even want to see them.

“Kiddo, I am telling you, she is returning home with her mate in the morning. Besides, it is raining so much outside, why do you want us to run around for someone who is probably just enjoying her birthday?” he had such a dismissive tone that it irked me to stay here.

He was doing nothing and just wasting my time at this point.

Although it was unlike Evaline to change her plans and go into the woods, I really wanted this to be true. I really wanted her to show up at the door with her mate. As the night passed and I wandered around every road to find her on my bike, I began to feel like maybe it was true.

Maybe she will come back with her mate. But that didn’t stop me from looking for her, because that one percent that still wanted to stick with the reality of the scary world we live in kept bothering me from inside.

I was soaking wet by the time it was ten past 7 a.m.

“Evaline, please answer your phone, little princess. You know—the cake I baked for you—is sitting hopelessly at home,” I sent another voice mail while still on the bike. I was now riding on the road to the border for the fifth time. I knew I had come here earlier, but I just couldn’t understand where she had gone.

However, this time, I was hearing her phone ring in the distance. I hopped off the bike and held my phone in my hand, following the voice to a narrow road between the woods. It was like walking on the road that led to the end of my happiness.

There—in plain sight was my sister.

Or whatever was left of her.

The sad part was that I began to find her clothes before I found her body.

“Eva—line,” my voice grew thick, my throat starting to close up as I watched her in a humiliated position on the road. It was as if whoever did this to her left her on the road for a clear display.

“Evaline,” I ran, dropping on my knees and trying to touch her cold body to lay her in a much more respectful position. I took off my jacket and wrapped it around her, hugging her cold, dead, lifeless body and shaking her.

“Wake up! Tell me—who—who did this to you,” the sad part wasn’t that she was lying there all by herself but the fact that some of the early joggers were standing around her, no one even coming for help.

“Please call the ambulance—,” I requested, remembering I have a phone too. But my hands were so numb now that it took me a hot minute to dial a number.

The ambulance arrived, but they pronounced her dead on the spot. The warriors arrived, and the first thing they did was to arrest me.

I didn’t understand what was going on. But I didn’t want to let go of my sister.

My baby sister had spent the whole night in pain; now she must come home. But they wouldn’t let me take her home. They took her away from me and put me on heavy wolfbane.

“Wait! I want her to come home with me. She is not safe out there—,” my hands were tightly put in silver handcuffs. But the weird thing was that my skin burns from silver didn’t hurt me at all.

The warriors didn’t respond to me, dragging me to the back of the warrior’s vehicle.

“Such a disgusting man,” a man hissed from the crowd. And I agreed with him. Whoever did this to my sister was an awful person. But everyone’s eyes were on me like I had done something.

Someone had taken my heart out of my chest and left me to live with the pain in my chest instead.