Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates - Chapter 390

Chapter 390: 390-When One Takes A Stand
Helanie:

“Good job,” Emmet clapped for Jenny, who had just tossed a warrior to the ground during training. We had been working extremely hard because we wanted Emmet’s team to win.

He looked so muscular in his t-shirt, his bulging biceps and tattoos making him look even hotter than usual.

I had to look away multiple times to stop myself from staring at him. I guess the mate bond was making me go crazy. And sadly, sometimes my body would even heat up at the sight of Kaye and Maximus as well—both of whom had already made it clear they had moved on from me.

That’s why rejection was important for me. They were powerful, so I didn’t know if that helped their wolves stay in control of their body heat.

“Everyone, come here!” Norman yelled, and all the teams started gathering on the main ground for the announcement.

“You were amazing today,” Jenny patted my back, recalling how I had gone all out on the ground. I used all the moves Norman had taught me, along with the tricks and techniques Rudy had been helping me with.

I was surprised when I knocked down a big warrior. I could have never done that if I hadn’t enrolled in this academy.

We all stood together, teams lined up in front of their trainers. My ears were ringing, and my body was still heating up from the intense workout. I looked around and noticed the others looking red and flustered too.

So it was fine. Everyone else was exhausted too.

I probably wasn’t the only one checking on others, comparing my strength with theirs.

“So, training has been going well. I’m sure everyone is prepared for the test and will do their best to make their trainers proud. Now, moving on to the test details and date,” Norman said, rubbing his hands together and speaking in his husky voice. He then ran his hands over his beard and mustache, his eyes shining under the sunlight.

“The test will be conducted this Friday.”

I bet it wasn’t just my heart that skipped a beat.

We all took deep breaths, holding hands to give each other confidence.

“The test is called the battle of the set of beasts. You will pick one of the members from your team as a treasure. Your main goal will be to find a magical object and hand it over to the treasure. Now you all will surround your treasure and make sure they arrive at the finish point before the other teams. Any kind of strength used to stop the team member will be allowed. But any foreign object used will disqualify the team and the rest of the three teams will be declared as winners. Remember, all the team members must reach the finishing point.”

After Norman gave us the details, we were even more anxious. It was a team challenge, and unfortunately, Hans didn’t understand what that meant.

He stood tall with his shoulders broad and his hands on his waist, looking so arrogantly stupid.

“Hans, can we please have a word?” one of the girls from our team reached out to him, and he responded as if he were the trainer.

I had noticed him sometimes copying Norman. He would literally watch Norman’s habits, and later that day, Hans would be seen doing the exact same thing—with exaggerated confidence and overly dramatic movements.

“Sure, go ahead. Tell me what’s going on?” he turned to her, rubbing his hand over his little beard.

“We want to discuss the test so that we know what role everyone will be playing,” the girl continued hesitantly. It was the same for everyone—they were so cautious about what to say to him because he would lose his temper quickly.

“Sure!” Hans clapped his hands and turned to us.

“Listen up! I will only repeat it once,” he stood like he was our leader.

“Actually—,” one of the quieter ones spoke up, looking around for confirmation from the others.

“Yes?” Hans asked, raising an eyebrow.

“We want Helanie to be the team leader. She understands us and really pays attention to our strengths.”

That was where the poor girl messed up. Hans’s eyes shifted to me, and a frown appeared on his forehead—the kind that was threatening enough for me to step up in front of her.

“I don’t pay attention? Is that what you’re trying to say?” he yelled. Thankfully, she was behind me.

“Hey! Back off!”

As Hans got in my face, Penn somehow saw it from afar. He had been busy guiding his team until his eyes landed on us.

“You stay out of it, dawg. This is my team. I’ll deal with them my way,” Hans yelled back, making me roll my eyes and let out a deep sigh. He was so difficult to deal with.

“Really? How about we settle this right now?” Penn briskly made his way toward our team, catching the attention of others around us.

The trainers had already left since it was late evening, and everyone was exhausted—at least the students were.

“All that for a girl?” Hans scoffed, making some students from other teams laugh at Penn. But Penn kept walking toward him. However, the moment Penn got close, Hans took the first swing—but Penn sidestepped and caught him in a guillotine chokehold.

Everyone booed Hans as he struggled but couldn’t break free from Penn’s grip.

“Penn, let him go,” I whispered, hurrying over and gently tapping his arm.

He pushed Hans away, making him stumble to the ground. The crowd erupted into laughter and cheers as Hans glared at them.

“This isn’t over. I’ll hurt you where it’ll hurt the most,” Hans muttered, his eyes dark with anger.

Sydney and Lucy shared a glance as if they were getting ideas. The fact that I could barely recognize Lucy anymore broke my heart.

Hans got up, brushed the dust off his clothes, and stormed away.

“If he ever raises his voice at you again—I’ll cut his tongue out,” Penn turned to me, openly admitting why he had lost his temper.

Everyone went silent. Then, someone spoke up.

“Trying so hard to impress her?”

It was none other than Rudy.

I hadn’t even noticed that the top seniors had arrived at the ground just to check on the juniors’ training.