Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates - Chapter 409

Chapter 409: 409-My Wounded Mate In The Woods
Helanie:

“So, you are telling me that you will ruin my relationship with my mate—” Before Lucy could start her yapping, Lamar silenced her with his scoff.

“Ex-mates,” he reminded her.

“Ohhh, but it never says anywhere that an ex-mate cannot become a mate again,” she shrugged, but the tears in her eyes told me she was probably genuinely thinking she was a victim in this situation as well.

But she wasn’t. What she was asking for was diabolical. This wouldn’t help her move on, and if they kept doing this, Gavin would lose his second-chance mate too. Salem had changed a lot, at least towards us. I hadn’t seen her interact with the others, but I could tell she had been trying to become a better version of herself for Gavin, and since Gavin confided in me that he wanted her too, it was really unfair what was going on here.

“Stop playing these games, Lucy,” I advised her, feeling so distant from her that I couldn’t even reach her heart anymore.

“I am not the one playing games with you guys. And if you really hate games, ask Jenny why she didn’t tell you she was the one who saw me first after my fall.” Her sudden implication made me frown, and Lamar shook his head at her.

“Nah! You’re not doing that. Jenny has been through a lot lately, and I won’t let you put some crazy accusation on her.” I agreed with Lamar, and Lucy just shrugged.

“Well, I am not going to answer you two, but if Gavin pulls away from me, I will blame you two. Especially you.” She pointed her finger at me, causing me to narrow my eyes at her.

“You still have expectations from me?” I asked in a shocked tone.

“No! I don’t have any expectations from you. I know you would never do anything for anyone else. But who are you to tell me to stop playing games when you’re entertaining two guys at the same time and starting this rivalry between seniors and juniors?” The way she referred to my friendship with both Rudy and Penn was just outright outrageous.

She knew I hadn’t even responded to their flirting properly, so her claim hit me hard.

“Bitch—” As I attempted to rush at her, Lamar held me back.

“What happened? Truth sucks? I know it does.” She giggled, getting up and walking away to the bathroom.

“I am going to slap the arrogance out of her,” I turned to Lamar and hissed under my breath while he gave me a nod.

“Yeah, we both will, but please calm down,” he said softly with a smile, trying to calm me down.

“I will be in the bathroom on the first floor,” I sighed and didn’t even wait for him to ask me to wait before I sped out.

I wanted to be alone, so the bathroom was just an excuse.

After reaching the first floor, I decided to sneak out of the hostel. I was tired of being stuck within these walls and needed some alone time.

Once I was on the trail, hugging myself and staring at the sky, I noticed the moon and realized what night it was.

It was a full moon.

“Shit,” I cussed under my breath, quickly turning around to go back inside when I heard a strange grunting noise in the distance.

It wasn’t a Lycan’s howl or a werewolf’s, but a wolf struggling to transition, perhaps.

“Who could be out in the woods at this time?” Worry crept in as I thought that maybe someone didn’t know the dangers of being outside on a full moon.

My weak self thought I could save someone. But going back inside and leaving this person alone when I knew they could disappear in just a few seconds didn’t sit well with me.

So, I decided to do whatever I could to help.

I followed the sound, rushing forward with my heart pounding in my chest, and once I hid behind a tree, I was met with a shock.

And instantly, I was glad I had listened to my gut and stayed.

“Emmet!” I called out, looking around in confusion.

He was in his suit, sitting alone and staring at his hands. I could tell he had tried to transition but then stopped.

And then I remembered how he used to sneak out on full moons, which made me believe he was going out to transition, but it turns out he wasn’t a Lycan.

But then—what was he? And why would he leave the mansion on a full moon’s night?

It wasn’t until I stepped closer that I spotted blood on his collar.

“Emmet!” The intensity in my voice changed this time. However, he seemed unfazed, as if he couldn’t hear me. He was sitting against a tree, his legs bent and spread, his elbows resting on his knees, and his palms facing his face.

“You’re bleeding,” I knelt down between his legs, not caring about anything else at the moment. I had to hold his hands to pull them down so I could examine his wound.

“Emmet? What are you doing here? And what is this—oh my—you’ve been bitten,” I gasped, my jaw nearly hitting the floor.

“I wasn’t in my wolf form—and—was I?” he muttered, looking dazed.

“Okay, listen, we need to take care of the wound.” I unwrapped the scarf from around my neck and dabbed at his wound, but he aggressively grabbed my hand, narrowing his eyes at my face—

Almost like he was trying to recognize me.

Then, he let go, so I began cleaning his wound. It was a bite mark, just like the ones I had seen before on him.

He looked so lost that it broke my heart. But the biggest shock was yet to come when he started shaking his head as if he had something to say.

He stared at my face and then uttered, “I have to feed him blood. He will die if he doesn’t get fresh and powerful blood.”