Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates - Chapter 252

Chapter 252: 252-I Won’t Bow Down To Rayden

Helanie:

We were all set to leave now that Lady Estella had told us everything she knew. There wasn’t much information, but at least we figured out there was a survivor who could share some details.

Now, how and where to find him was the main concern. Besides, they weren’t welcoming either after they got the signature from me. That was one cunning way they dealt with the issue for Rayden.

“I am so mad at Jenny,” I heard Lamar grunt, “But I need to return this to Jenny,” Lamar whispered in my ear, slowing down near the exit. I wanted to sit him down and tell him Jenny was innocent but then decided to not do it here.

“I’ll wait for you here,” I said and turned to the warrior to create a distraction so Lamar could find Jenny.

“Can I have some water?” I asked the warrior who was following us.

He nodded and headed toward the kitchen. Giving Lamar a quick nod of confirmation, I followed the warrior and grabbed a glass.

“Hello?” The warrior’s phone rang, prompting him to step away quickly to take the call in peace.

“Ah!” I sighed, exhausted by the messy people around me. Luna Estella and Alpha Dewitt had only confirmed my suspicions. They would never punish their sons, even if they found out they had done something wrong.

I needed to be discreet and ensure the Alphas paid for their crimes.

“Thinking about me?” My heart almost sank into my chest, and the glass nearly slipped from my hands, but I caught it just in time. That nasty voice belonged to Rayden, who had walked into the kitchen and was heading straight toward me.

“Aey, aey!” He blocked my path, spreading his arms and placing his hands on the counter.

I hated being anywhere near him, but now I was stuck.

“You came here for me, just admit it,” he insisted with a pout.

I couldn’t bear to look at his face, so I kept avoiding eye contact. Seeing him in front of me, not burning in hell, gave me extreme anxiety.

“Aww, are you shy?” He deliberately mistook my hatred for shyness.

“Get out of my way; I have to leave,” I said softly, almost sounding like I was pleading with him.

“No! I don’t want you to leave. You hardly ever talk to me or make love to me like you did that night,” he teased with a playful tone and a fake pout.

His words made my head snap up, and I glared at him.

“Oops! Okay, fine, I won’t bring up that night. But I’m curious, does it make your heart flutter–”

Before he could finish that disgusting sentence, I shoved him aside to escape. But he was faster than I was, grabbing my arm and pulling me back. My hands briefly landed on his chest before I jerked them away, trembling in fear.

I thought I’d be able to stand my ground and face him again. But why was it so hard to move on? Why had he shattered my confidence like this?

Watching him was like facing the nastiest nightmare. Even breathing the same air as him was disgusting to me. His scent–oh, that was another story. It was one of the worst smells I’d ever encountered, disgusting and revolting, worse than an old poop.

“Let me see your beautiful face,” he said, his fingers still wrapped around my arm. He ran his hand across my cheek to push back a few strands of my hair. That was it.

I couldn’t let him touch me again. My hand shot up, and before I knew it, I had slapped him–once, twice, and even a third time.

“You filthy bastard!” I screamed, raising my hand again.

This time, someone grabbed my wrist and pulled me away from Rayden, who was hunched over in shock, his hand pressed to his cheek.

“How dare you come here and hit my son-in-law?” Alpha Dewitt roared, shoving me back against the counter and blocking my path.

“Your son-in-law–” I began, but then I noticed Rayden putting his finger to his lips, silently warning me of the consequences if I said anything more.

The warning was clear. If he told everyone I had run away from my pack, my pack and the council would demand my return. Even if they failed to kill me, I’d lose my chance to ever take revenge. I’d also be banned from entering any pack forever.

“You are such a disgrace! Bow down and apologize to my son-in-law, or else–you’ll stay locked up here until you do,” Lord Dewitt shouted, gesturing to his warriors to stand guard at the kitchen door, preventing any escape.

“Bow down to him!” he yelled again.

Rayden, still bearing the marks of my hand on his cheeks, managed to smirk. But the tears in his eyes showed I’d wounded his pride deeply.

“I won’t,” I whispered, my eyes fixed on Rayden, nothing but anger burning in them.

“If you don’t bow down to him, you’ll remain here. I’m calling the council and bringing them here to take you into custody,” Alpha Dewitt threatened.

My heart raced in fear, imagining the worst. Once arrested, they’d investigate my background and drag me back to my pack.

I was desperate to end this nightmare and escape from this pack.

“I–” I began, my voice heavy with shame and defeat. My heart shattered as I realized the humiliation I’d face bowing down to my rapist. But just as I opened my mouth, a loud noise erupted in the kitchen.

“She will not apologize to anyone,” Emmet hissed, shoving the warriors aside with anger when they didn’t immediately step out of his way.

“And how dare you–” Maximus stormed in next, his voice cold and dangerous, “threaten her.”

After Maximus, Kaye entered, his jaw clenched and his eyes blazing red with fury. “Keeping her trapped here, thinking no one would come for her?”

And just when I thought it couldn’t escalate further, Norman walked in, positioning himself in front of his brothers. “You’ve gotten yourself into serious trouble, Dewitt.”