Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates - Chapter 384

Chapter 384: 384-Deserving Punishment
Kaiden:

My eyes met hers, and it felt like the sky had collapsed on my head. My eyes couldn’t believe what I was seeing. My body shuddered, everything falling apart.

She was not some angel or my imagination.

She was standing there, glaring at me, her eyes showing she had been through a lot and that she recognized me.

I had run into the kitchen where I couldn’t find peace. The chefs were looking at me, and I had to constantly wipe my face to get rid of the sweat.

“Kaiden, why did you come inside like that? You need to create a good alliance with Penn,” Mom walked in, slapping my back, and I visibly jumped.

“Are you okay?” Mom noticed the panic in my body, so she asked.

“I’m fine, Mom. Why are you always on my back?” I knew I was taking my frustration out on the wrong person. She kept staring at my face in shock because this wasn’t how I had ever talked to her.

“Listen, you might be becoming an alpha in the future, but don’t pull that alpha attitude on me,” my mom squared up, but she had no clue I wasn’t ever going to become an alpha. Not after what I saw tonight.

“I’m sorry,” I muttered miserably, scared and shaken up.

“Sit down, I’ll get you something to eat,” she said. However, I gave her a headshake.

“I need to go for a run,” I lied. I was losing my mind, scared and terrified.

“Oh, my alpha son.” Her proud smile made me feel so bad for her. She had no clue who she was standing in front of.

“So I’ll go freshen up,” I whispered, forcing a smile before going out the back door. I didn’t even turn around to look at my mother because I was afraid she would notice that my body language was too shaky. Our house was right behind the café, so I was already in my living room, pacing and reaching for my bedroom.

Once inside, I rushed into the bathroom and started throwing up.

I had my hands on the edge of the sink and raised my head to stare at my image, and all I could see was a terrible and ugly man.

“Why—,” I gasped, “why did it happen? How could I become such a monster in someone’s life?” I let out a cry, watching my hideous face.

I was disgusted with myself, angry, and losing my mind. It was reality and not some nightmare or dream.

That’s when I started to get a call from DID.

My hands were shaking as I held the phone and pressed it hard against my ear. “Where are you?” He asked, almost like he was in my head and knew the turmoil inside me.

“Home,” I cleared my throat, “why?”

“Hmm, you visited Rayden’s mother. What else did she tell you?” At that moment, I knew what he was talking about.

“You said it was an effect of the drug,” I closed my eyes as I began to confront him. He went silent for a moment before he sighed.

“Are you on drugs again?” I hated how every time I said something, they would just tell me it was drugs messing with my mind.

“No! And I know it wasn’t a nightmare. That girl was real—I didn’t dream about her or see her because of the drugs. She wasn’t a figment of my imagination—I fucking raped her!” I yelled and screamed, tears streaming down my face as I recalled that night. It was the worst night of my life.

How I wish I hadn’t gone out with them and done drugs. But I didn’t know it would end up like that.

“You’ve gone crazy. Rayden got arrested for someone else. That victim’s name was Evaline. Her body was found. She didn’t have platinum blonde hair, but red hair. You’re mixing it up. We’ve never seen a platinum blonde, and we’re not like Rayden either,” the fact that his voice remained so calm even when lying was scary.

I was shaking and constantly running my hand through my hair.

“Alright, get your shit together. And don’t go around saying weird stuff. You’ll have the same ending as Rayden when you haven’t even done anything. That girl didn’t exist, she was in your head.” He hung up after reminding me of my fate if I kept saying her name.

That was the problem. I didn’t know back then that they played me.

“I’m a fucking rapist,” I couldn’t believe it.

The pain in that girl’s eyes was so horrifying. If she was real, it meant everything that happened that night was real too.

Hence—the pain and agony she went through because of us must be real as well.

“I don’t deserve to be an alpha,” I realized.

“It had been so long that I had wondered about that night,” I hissed under my breath.

That night, they made me take drugs, and then I woke up in a hotel room. However, I started to get flashes of doing something horrible to a girl. They all laughed at me and told me nothing happened and that the minute I took the drugs, I passed out, so they all returned to the hotel room.

They convinced me no such girl existed and that I had a wild dream. Until tonight, my world had been shaken up once I realized she was real.

“We need to face her and surrender to her. We cannot be like those bastards,” my wolf howled in pain.

It was now coming clear to me that my friends were rapists, and not only on one occasion. They were serial rapists. It didn’t matter if I didn’t remember the night well or that I was drugged up; I made the choice of taking drugs, and I fucking ruined an innocent girl’s life.

“I will go to the council with her and tell them who was involved in her rape and attempted murder,” I decided, finally deciding not to be a coward and do something good for once.