Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates - Chapter 398

Chapter 398: 398-The Victory Is Right There
Helanie:

“Okay, you hit her,” Hans said, rubbing his palms anxiously. I frowned at him and growled.

“What made you think I could knock her out?” I asked, shaking my head.

“Hans should do it. He is already very ruthless,” a timid girl from our team suggested, and Hans’ eyes narrowed at all of us.

“You all should be thankful I am in your team, and when it comes to being ruthless—do you find Professor Norman ruthless? No! He does whatever he can to help us grow and be better versions of ourselves,” he stated with so much pride that even Jenny started laughing.

We all turned to her, and she quickly hugged herself, closing her eyes and probably thinking she was hiding perfectly.

“Your obsession with Professor Norman is scary—,” I rolled my eyes, “you have to do it. We are getting late. Just do it very gently,” I told him again, as her condition was worsening, and she needed to be knocked out so she wouldn’t run away and get herself hurt by something deadlier.

“I—I can knock out anyone else—but not her,” Hans looked away, shocking me with his shaky tone.

“Well, right now, we need your help for her, so—,” I placed my hands on my waist, staring at him and speaking very confidently. It had to be him.

However, we were so engrossed in the debate that someone from another team had jumped out to attack us.

At this point, our team was the only one that wasn’t attacking anyone. I was sure Lamar’s and Gavin’s teammates were just attacking randomly and had made mini groups within the big group. Since they let the treasure and the one finding the gift do their thing, their teammates were just messing around to delay the others.

As this person threw a punch at Hans, he dodged, and—well—the punch landed on Jenny’s face. And the next thing I knew, she was knocked out cold.

Hans and I shared a glance as our work had been made easier, but that didn’t mean I wouldn’t take revenge on the person who hurt her. Before Hans could do anything, I grabbed the person by the hair and pulled him away.

“Uh! I can fight this one easily,” the guy got up and stretched his neck, shaking his hands urgently, ready to get them on me.

“Try it,” I said and ran toward him, hitting his stomach with my shoulder. He tried to grab my head and put me in a chokehold, but he missed as if he had hurt himself.

“What the fuck—why the fuck is your skin so hot—,” he hissed, making weird, painful noises while I had landed on top of him.

I was now sitting on him and punching him. Hans had to come and grab me from the back, pulling me away from the guy, who sped into the deep bushes.

“No wonder you jumped in the water, your body is heating up. Relax! We will win. Fever is going to slow you down,” Hans stood face to face with me and grunted, correcting my priorities.

“Now, let’s tape the compass to her hands after you carry her,” Hans advised, carrying Jenny very gently and putting her on my back. He then brought her arms forward and pressed her palms together, placing the compass between them and taping them together in front of my body.

She was out cold, but at least she wasn’t crying and throwing her arms around. I had seen her scratch her own body for the last few minutes, and it hurt my soul so bad.

Then I had to carry her all the way to the finish line. It wouldn’t have been much harder if I had my wolf, but still—we were all injured and bleeding, so our performance was getting affected. There were times when I almost tripped and rolled down the mountain, and Hans had to come to my rescue.

Our team was doing incredibly well. We avoided the clear roads and trails, making sure we stayed in stealth mode as we reached the mountain where our academy stood.

“It is right there,” Hans said as he mentioned it would take another hour to reach the finish line if I sprinted.

But I couldn’t sprint anymore. I was breathing with so much difficulty. My legs had gone numb, and my throat was dry.

“Wait a minute,” Hans noticed my steps were wobbly, so he rushed toward me and stopped me. “I’m sure we can spare a few minutes.”

He suggested it while the others looked unhappy with the idea.

“Drink some of this,” Hans made me sit down while Jenny was still on my back. He first took her arms from around me and laid her down, then held a water bottle to my mouth. I drank some water and then ate a protein bar that he force-fed me. I guess doing this task without any food in my stomach made things worse. I should have listened to my friends and eaten something full of energy.

“Can we continue? We’re going to lose if we keep taking breaks,” one of the girls, who had no idea how much I was suffering, complained, looking unhappy with our performance.

“Are you going to carry Jenny next?” Hans asked her as he turned to her. The way that girl quickly stepped back and lowered her head was answer enough.

“Then shut the fuck up,” Hans yelled at her.

Throughout the time I had carried Jenny, the other teams had tested us. They had attacked us nonstop. Hans was bleeding from his head, and even his clothes were wet from the bloodstains.

So he had to protect and defend me while I carried Jenny. After another ten seconds, I got up and gestured for him to put her on my back.

He did, and we continued our journey.

“I saw all the other team members heading toward the finish line,” I heard one of the girls say to another, and it wore down my confidence.

What if everyone else had already made it to the finish line and we were the last ones?

“Keep going and hope for the best,” Hans noticed the tears in my eyes and gave me a reassuring nod.

And finally, we arrived at the finish line, but we realized the other team members weren’t here to cross it—they were here to stop whoever came first.