Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates - Chapter 45

Chapter 45: 45-Witnessing A Sin

Helanie:

I stepped into the shelter, drenched and with my head down. However, sudden cheers erupted, and before I knew it, Lucy was jumping towards me.

“I’m so glad you made it!” She hugged me tightly, and as much as I wanted to share her happiness, I couldn’t.

“Congratulations,” Gavin called out from across the room, offering me a smile. They had already changed. I guessed Sydney was the last one still in the bathroom.

Salem sat comfortably against the wall, wearing a purple dress, her attention focused on her phone.

“So, Helanie—twenty miles? Seriously?” Salem finally spoke, her voice dripping with sarcasm. She shot me a condescending look before scoffing at Lucy for acting as though I had won a medal.

She wasn’t wrong, though. There was no reason for us to be celebrating this. I was last and felt like I had died a thousand times just trying to cross the finish line.

“Don’t listen to her,” Lucy whispered in my ear.

I hadn’t seen anyone argue with the twins, and I could easily guess why.

Nobody wanted to deal with a bully.

“The water was so refreshing,” Sydney remarked as she walked out, drying her hair with a towel that she carelessly tossed onto my mattress before heading to hers.

“Oh, Helanie! Gosh, you actually made it. I was so worried about you! I was like—wow! I used to run twenty miles when I was just a kid. And here’s this grown woman struggling to finish!” Yep, that was Sydney’s way of mocking me. She was more subtle about it than her sister.

“Oh, by the way, do you know who won?” she giggled, doing a little shoulder shimmy. “Me!” She pointed a finger at her chest, and my faint smile quickly vanished.

Not only were they blessed with a good family, luxuries, a powerful pack, and beauty—but also strength?

“That’s because you two sisters were clawing at anyone who tried to pass you,” Lamar said, taking off his hat to reveal his scratched-up face.

I nearly gasped, but Sydney merely straightened her posture, unfazed by her own actions.

“You came at me first. You were checking me out, mister,” she accused, pointing her fake acrylic nails at him, the pink design glinting under the light.

“Huh? I wasn’t checking you out! I was trying to pass you, and you didn’t like it. Imagine if I had shown the same aggression,” he retorted, almost lunging at her. Sydney narrowed her eyes at him, fists clenched tightly. Her nails must have been digging crescent marks into her palms.

But she was so confident in her strength, I wondered if her wolf was as powerful as she seemed to think.

And that’s when I began to recall Norman’s words.

These are what the candidates look like. How well-trained and strong will the students at the academy be?

Am I getting ahead of myself by even applying to this academy? But then, how else would I get my revenge?

“Step back, Baldie. You mess with my sister, you mess with me.”

Salem’s voice was calm but filled with menace as she delivered the threat from where she sat. Her skin began to turn a faint purple, a warning of what she was capable of. Her wolf must have been ready to surface.

“I’m not scared of two Barbie dolls. You want a fight? Meet me in the backyard after midnight,” Lamar sneered, brushing past Sydney and nearly knocking her with his shoulder. She cursed under her breath but didn’t retaliate.

“Go change, or you’ll catch a cold,” Lucy quickly urged, gently pushing me towards the bathroom before Sydney could focus on me again.

Once inside, I peeled off my tracksuit and quickly washed it, hoping it would dry by morning. I wasn’t sure it would, especially since it was still raining outside.

After taking a shower, I returned to my mattress and lay down, staring at the ceiling. I didn’t have the appetite to eat anything.

So many thoughts and memories kept swirling in my mind. After a few minutes, I began to doze off, only to wake up past midnight with my stomach growling, begging for food.

“Ugh!” I groaned, curling up and trying to ignore it, but the toll of those ten miles had caught up with me. My back ached, my legs were cramping, and my whole body felt weak. I wondered what it must feel like to have an active wolf.

Why wasn’t I given one? The Moon Goddess had granted me these pheromones without hesitation, so why not a wolf?

I realized if I stayed lying there, ignoring my hunger, I’d spiral into yet another angry rant against the Moon Goddess.

I just wanted to grab something to eat and go back to sleep.

I quietly slipped out of my mattress, careful not to disturb the others. The shelter was dark, and I made my way to the backyard. The rain had eased, but it was still coming down steadily.

I silently wished for clear skies by morning. Emmet mentioned tomorrow would be an intelligence test, and he expected me to excel. Or maybe he just said that to make me feel better?

I guess I’d never know.

Yawning and rubbing my eyes, I made my way to the kitchen. But before I could reach for the door, I realized it was already wide open.

What I saw inside was a sight I did not want to witness.

I remembered Lamar challenging Sydney to a fight earlier. Well, it seemed they had decided to settle their differences in a very different kind of “battle.”

Sydney was sitting on the counter, with Lamar standing between her legs, his dick going in and out of her in a rough manner. His hands roamed freely on her naked body, biting her nipples while she moaned, and her fingers gripped his back, pulling him closer as their bodies moved in sync.

“Faster,” she whispered, leaning back, her eyes half-closed, urging him on. He responded with a hard lick of her tit, his lips trailing around her areolas.

Their movements grew more intense as she demanded more from him, and with a swift turn, he positioned her differently, turning her around on the counter and smacking her ass hard. The kitchen was thick with tension, their voices low but filled with urgency.

“You want it rough?” Lamar muttered under his breath, his tone dark and challenging as he tightened his grip on her hair, his hand lightly slapping her asscheek yet again.

Sydney responded with a breathless moan, her body arching into him as she whispered, “I like that,” a satisfied smirk playing on her lips.

That’s when I instinctively stepped back, and the floorboard beneath me creaked. The sound shattered their moment, freezing them in place. Slowly, their heads turned toward me, expressions shifting as they realized they were no longer alone.