Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates - Chapter 302

Chapter 302: 302-The Alpha No One Believes

Helanie:

“You have some texts that prove Lamar planned an attack on Rayden?” Jenny asked me in a whisper. I raised my head and stared at the brothers one by one.

“What?” I asked.

“Show them the texts!” Rayden yelled this time, out of desperation.

I cleared my throat and, with a very confused look on my face, asked, “Wait, what texts do you want me to show them?”

The minute I asked that, Rayden’s face started showing signs of anxiety.

“Helanie, the texts you showed me between you and Lamar,” he grunted as a warning to me. The urgency in his body language was so intense, it was almost interesting to watch.

I anxiously looked down and held my phone still, trying not to shake.

“Okay,” I said, feeling pressured.

“I–I–know–what he’s saying,” I stuttered, looking down and swallowing hard.

“You better show them now,” Rayden hissed at me. Maximus stepped forward and slapped him on the back of his head.

“Why the hell are you scaring her?” he yelled at him.

Rayden seemed more than just anxious. Now, it was clear that if he didn’t prove the text messages, he would be labeled not just a liar, but a troublemaker.

“Sir, I swear she showed me the texts between her and Lamar that proved my point. I mean, not my point–” he slapped his head as he tried to find the right words, “It showed Lamar was planning to put the deadly viper in my locker. But when I arrived, the locker was open, so I thought–” he kept rambling until his eyes landed on me again.

I could see the betrayal or the fear of being fooled in his eyes, written all over his face. But he still wanted to give me a chance, so this time, he stopped a little away from the brothers and started to move toward me. Emmet extended his arm and grabbed him by the back of his collar to stop him from getting closer.

“Helanie, please! Show them the texts. My reputation is in your hands right now. I’ll be ruined if you lie this time,” he urged me, no–begged me. His hands were pressed together, as if asking me to confirm he hadn’t gone insane.

Did I hear him right? Did he really ask me to save his reputation?

It was almost comical to hear those words coming from his mouth. It’s not like I had forgotten what he had done to me, how he ruined my life when he and his friends took me by force and tried to kill me. And then he came here with a smirk on his lips, never feeling guilty about anything at all.

“Rayden–,” I uttered, anxiously looking around. The more I did that, the angrier he became.

“You better show them those texts, Helanie, or else–” The minute he said that, Kaye grabbed his fingers around Rayden’s neck from behind and pulled him over to him.

“You’ve got some nerve threatening her in front of us,” he hissed at him. I knew it was the right time to speak up instead of acting like I was too scared.

Norman was already watching me, and so were the other brothers, with intrigue on their faces.

“You asked me to forge them, but I didn’t want to,” I said, and it dropped Rayden’s jaw to the floor.

“What did you say? What did he ask you to do?” Norman asked, stepping forward.

“He asked me to steal Lamar’s phone and forge some text messages–but I didn’t want to do it,” I almost broke down, and that made Maximus clench his jaw.

“You asshole–” he kicked Rayden in the back, but since Kaye was holding him tight, Rayden’s knees bent, but he was still held back.

He barely managed to stand straight again to call me a liar. “She’s lying. I never did that.”

“Wait a minute, when was it?” Norman questioned, pointing at me.

“When I arrived today, he dragged me to the side behind his car and threatened me to forge the texts, or else–” I looked down and covered my face with my hands.

“I saw it,” Salem shocked me when she spoke out of the blue. I raised my head in surprise and noticed how angrily her sister was glaring at her.

“No, I’m serious. I saw Rayden take Helanie behind the car by force,” Salem wasn’t lying to support me. She had actually seen the incident. But what shocked me was that she was willing to come forward and tell the brothers for me, instead of just letting me stay in trouble.

“What do you have to say about that now?” Emmet asked Rayden, who was only shaking his head now until he recalled something. “Fine. Check her phone. The texts exist.”

At that point, everyone was either laughing in their mouths at Rayden’s condition, being kicked around by his trainers, or just in shock at how an alpha was getting degraded every other day.

Norman took a few long strides and approached me, holding his hand out. I unlocked my phone and handed it to him.

The last text conversation was interesting, so Norman began to read it out loud.

“Helanie has texted Lamar early this morning,” he uttered.

Me: He is threatening me to accuse you of putting a viper in his locker.

Lamar: What? Why?

Me: I don’t know. He just loves to get me in trouble and make me do stuff I don’t want to do.

Lamar: Ugh! I will complain to the trainers. We should not take matters into our own hands. We are not like him.

Me: I know. I just hope he leaves me alone. He has made me suffer enough.

Norman finished reading the texts, and now the brothers were glaring at Rayden like they wanted to eat him alive.

“What the heck! This is not the conversation! Read above,” Rayden requested, but no matter how far up Norman scrolled, there were no such text messages.

That was my final strike against Rayden, breaking his reputation and discrediting any future claims he might make.