Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates - Chapter 463

Chapter 463: 463-She Is My Daughter!
Ursula:

“Why didn’t you believe my daughter?” I asked McQuoid, holding back the storm that had been building inside me.

I had enough. I stayed quiet, followed all the rules, only to find out that my daughter had been tortured over and over again.

“Ursula, it’s not about trusting her words. I can’t do anything in this case without evidence. The council will ask for proof. There’s no DNA test, no witness, no one, and nothing to support her claims. How can you expect us to file a complaint and win? They will tear Helanie and her character apart in this case,” he argued, pacing from one corner of the room to the other.

I couldn’t sit in front of him and keep my emotions in check. I jumped up and walked into the bathroom, slamming the door shut.

Once in front of the mirror, with my hands on the sink, I broke down.

“I can’t take it anymore,” I cried out, tightening my grip on the basin.

My reflection looked terrifying.

“Our daughter went through so much—and we—” my wolf whimpered with the same pain.

“And we thought we were doing everything right,” I whispered.

“What are you doing?” she asked when she noticed me grabbing the makeup.

“I have to go pay someone a visit,” I said, aggressively putting on red lipstick.

“What? You think I shouldn’t go?” I stopped briefly to ask. Not that I would change my mind. I was going to do it no matter what.

After getting ready, I checked my phone for the details. I knew what I was doing would get me in trouble, but I needed to do it.

There was no “my life” for me anymore.

I knew Lord McQuoid would be busy at this time. He was holding a meeting with his sons to talk about recent matters—ones that revolved around my daughter.

I couldn’t rely on these men anymore.

Thankfully, Darcy had left with her two children, who I didn’t even want to see around anymore. Her little son was sick, yet this woman was still going around causing problems in other people’s lives. Talk about being a witch.

“Just drive straight—I’ll give you directions,” I told the driver, not giving him the exact location.

“Now stop here.” After a few minutes, I made him pull over. When he did, I got out of the car and gestured for him to step out.

“You wait for me here. I’ll be back in a while,” I informed him, and he nodded, walking toward the woods—probably to take a run until I returned.

Now, I sat behind the wheel, my eyes on the road, determination burning in my gaze.

My daughter’s face kept flashing before my eyes, and I had to work hard not to crash into a tree.

After a while, I arrived at the street best known for prostitution.

“Is he in there?” I gestured for my man to come and fill me in on the information.

“He just got there. He’s waiting for his toy for the night,” my man informed me, leaning down to peer inside the car window.

“Wait for my call, then burst inside to grab him,” I said, getting out of the car and putting on a face mask.

There’s no such thing as good luck or bad luck. It’s just the people around you whose choices turn your life good or bad.

But I had a different complaint. I didn’t agree that anyone had the right to make choices for my daughter.

For a very long time, I tried my best to keep her safe. To make everyone believe I hated her—that she wasn’t my weakness. I thought if I stayed away from her, if she didn’t call me Mommy, she would be safer.

But sadly, all my sacrifices went in vain when I heard what they did to my daughter. That’s when I realized she had more than one enemy.

Unfortunately, her journey wouldn’t be over just because these messed-up Alphas got punished. If she wants to survive, she must get away from the rogue brothers, their mother, and the organization.

But I’ll do it all on my own—without involving her. My little girl doesn’t have to fight. I’ll do it for her.

I entered the dark room and saw the man sitting on the couch.

“Umm, honey, take off your mask. I want to see that pretty face of yours,” he smirked, speaking in his disgusting tone.

“Oh, don’t worry, I’ll take off so much,” I laughed, walking closer to him.

“Ohh, you’re a MILF,” he joked.

“Sure, but tell me something—why did you hurt her?” I asked, stepping closer until I was right in front of him. I bent down, hovering so that he could look me in the eye.

The mask hid my identity, but I wasn’t trying to hide from him.

“What?” he groaned, leaning back, trying to act tough.

“Don’t give me that look, little boy. I’m not afraid of weak little things like you.” As soon as I said that, he straightened up, reaching for me.

But that’s when I put my hand on his chest and pushed him back, stopping him from moving. He looked at my hand and then at my face, fear clear in his eyes.

“I’m only half as strong as my daughter, but you get the idea—I’ll wait for her to fully grow and show you all what you messed with,” my gaze darkened as I looked into his eyes, feeling his body tremble with fear.

“Who are you? What do you want from me?” The Alpha didn’t seem so confident anymore. There was no one who had the right over my daughter. Years ago, I had promised myself I will take care of my daughter even if I have to never show her love again. My priority remained keeping her safe, that was all my life was for. And revenge! I had to avenge the death of my daughter’s siblings.

“I’m Helanie’s mother—and you’ll be in my care from now on, Zellu,” I hissed, raising my hand and stabbing him in the neck with wolfsbane.