Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates - Chapter 518

Chapter 518: 518-A Really Good One
Helanie:

He had soon arrived, and I was in his arms in the next few minutes. He was carrying me upstairs to my bedroom.

He stormed inside to find Norman sitting on the couch with the tray on the table.

“Helanie? What happened to her?” Norman jumped to his feet, reaching Emmet, but he didn’t hand me over to him.

“I found her sitting on the stairs and crying in pain. What is going on with her? Her body is heating up,” Emmet told his brother, sounding slightly drunk, but he was able to form a full sentence and even navigate me to the bedroom without tripping once.

But I was in bad shape.

“It hurts so much,” I cried loudly, shaking in pain. Every inch of my body seemed to be on fire. No amount of massage or medicine would help.

“We should take her to the doctor—” Norman was about to suggest when something suddenly silenced both of them.

They froze for a brief moment.

That something was none other than the crack of my elbow joint.

And then—right before my eyes, and theirs too—my bones started breaking and shifting.

“Ughhhh—” I bit my bottom lip to stop myself from screaming, but I still heard Emmet loud and clear when he said,

“She is transitioning.”

That was all I heard before Norman tried to carry me again.

However, Emmet jumped in his way and took me from him, leading the way.

The two of them were now rushing me downstairs while I whimpered against Emmet’s chest.

“Take her to the woods,” Norman suggested, and Emmet rushed faster.

The next few minutes were so painful for me.

I was hearing all sorts of weird noises—everything from far away as well.

More specifically, the sounds of animals.

There were times when I thought I would pass out, but I didn’t.

Because flashes of all the torture I had faced and all the pain I had been through in my life started rushing back to me.

It felt like a walk down memory lane.

All the things—from when I was a child to when I became an adult—every happy and sad moment came rushing back, making the pain even worse.

And then—we reached a safe place.

It had only been a few minutes of running for Emmet as he tried his best to cover as much distance as possible in a little time, but it felt like hours to me.

Once he put me down, Norman stationed himself opposite from his brother.

The two now stood in front of me and behind me, ready to help in whatever way they could.

“Okay, now listen to my voice. The pain is just a hint of something bigger. Let your wolf take over. Let your body relax,” Norman started saying, and I dropped on my knees.

“Helanie, let your wolf take over your body,” Emmet repeated the same thing.

But I didn’t know how to do that.

“Your wolf is not your enemy. She won’t hurt your body like others. Your body will be safer in her hands. Trust her,” Norman said, and as he spoke, I realized what had been stopping me from transitioning all this time.

My control over my body after I had been raped was so strong that even when my wolf tried waking up, I would shut her down without even meaning to.

I had grown so defensive of my body that I didn’t even let my wolf take over.

As I relaxed and started breathing comfortably, not focusing on my body and letting myself loosen up, I heard my wolf speak.

‘I will never hurt you.’

With that, I watched my hands start to change. Norman and Emmet shared a glance before they turned their backs to me.

I was finally transitioning.

I cried as my wolf took over.

And soon, I was no longer in control of my body—just a sense in the background.

We didn’t communicate with words during that time. We just changed and ran around, laughing together.

Norman and Emmet stayed running around me in their human forms to keep a check on me.

My wolf was pretty smart and full of energy.

I thought she would be weak like I was.

But the way she covered miles in minutes and howled the loudest, I felt powerful.

Soon, it had come to an end—like every good thing.

I began to transition back again.

My body was tired from running the whole night.

I arrived at the place where I had first changed and found clothes left for me.

After I changed, I slowly lay down on the ground and closed my eyes.

I wanted to drift off to sleep, and I knew I would be safe because the two who had been guarding me were still nearby.

I knew they would carry me back home, safe and sound.

It was then that I realized—being mates or lovers shouldn’t be such a hassle.

One should be able to close their eyes during a war because they know their mate is there to protect them.

That amount of safety… that is what true love is.

And just like I had expected, soon I was in Emmet’s arms.

They were taking me back home.

Although I wasn’t fully awake, I wasn’t fully asleep either.

So, I got to hear them talking about my wolf.

“What are we going to do now?” Norman asked Emmet.

“I always had a feeling there was something special about her wolf. But to this extent…” Emmet responded.

“Hmm. Is it odd that I’m beginning to wonder if it was her wolf forcing her to fight Darius? Her wolf must know how different she is. I’m starting to believe… there is hope that Helanie will win.”

Those words brought a smile to my lips, and I felt Emmet give me a little shake in his arms.

My body jumped slightly and landed back in his arms.

“She’s happy to hear us talk about her being strong and powerful,” Emmet said very coldly, but I could tell he was trying to be playful.

“She’s awake?” Norman questioned, and I believed Emmet nodded.

“Well, Helanie, you got yourself a really good wolf,” Norman said as he walked ahead of us.

Was it true?

Was my wolf truly that different?