Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates - Chapter 580

Chapter 580: 580-Fallen Apart
Helanie:

I had run out and looked around to see where the mess started. It was all so scary and exhausting. I ran toward the first floor after I heard the maids telling each other Kaye needed help.

“Where is Rogue King Kaye?” I asked a maid, my hands shaking as I held her hand. For some reason, the blood in the living room didn’t smell like my mate’s blood. This belonged to someone else.

“What the heck is even going on here?” I asked my wolf, worried.

“He is in the backyard,” she pointed at the back side of the mansion. I gave her a nod before sprinting toward the back. Norman had come with me by now, including their father and Emma, who couldn’t keep herself from finding out what was happening.

As I pushed the door open to the back, the strong wind hit my face. The weather had been so bad; it wasn’t like that a few hours before.

But my eyes looked for Kaye.

“He is over there,” Lord McQuoid yelled, making us follow him to the end of the backyard. Kaye was on all fours, bleeding and breathing heavily.

We all reached him, but Norman stepped ahead and knelt down first.

“What is wrong with him, Norman?” I asked, anxiously rubbing my palms. He had a huge claw mark on his chest which was actively bleeding.

“He was attacked,” Norman announced, “this can’t be—how did it happen? It’s not even a full moon.”

The way Norman started to panic made me worry for him. I didn’t understand him.

“What is going on? Who attacked him?” I sat down, my hand on Norman’s shoulder. He turned to me and showed his tearful eyes.

“He was attacked by a lycan,” Norman uttered, twisting my heart in my chest.

“What? Maximus? No! It’s not a full moon night and Maximus never attacks them, right?” It didn’t make any more sense. I was as confused as they were.

“Let’s take him inside. Where is Emmet?” Norman said as he wrapped his brother’s arm over his shoulder and helped him get up.

“I will go look for him,” I said and ran ahead of them to find Emmet.

My heart was pounding in my temples as I sped back into the mansion ahead of them. I looked around and my eyes once again fell on the ground—the blood trail making my skin crawl. But no! It couldn’t be Emmet’s. If the blood belonged to Emmet, I would have smelled it.

I ran to the passage to Emmet’s room, but once I stepped in and found it empty, I turned around instantly. I could not waste my time. But this time, back in the mansion, I grabbed a maid to ask her questions.

“Have you—seen Emmet?” I asked, taking heavy breaths. I wasn’t exhausted from running around, but from the stress in my body. Everything was a mess and it all happened so out of the blue.

“Yeah, Rogue King Emmet heard what happened and went after the monster to slay him,” she smiled through tears, looking hopeful that they would finally be saved. But I couldn’t smile at her words.

Not when they fell into my ears like a haunting warning.

“What?” It was Norman who was able to say a word. I watched Lord McQuoid tear up while laying Kaye down on the couch.

“Umm, I will go after him,” Norman shook himself back to reality, probably hurt from hearing the sequence of events.

“I will come,” I said in a broken voice, but Norman held my hand and made me face him.

“Please take care of his wounds. I will come back with both of them, I promise,” he whispered, making sure the maid didn’t hear the whole sentence. I watched my hand slip out of Norman’s as he ran toward the exit.

Monster!

The maid called Maximus a lycan. What we had feared the most all this time was finally happening, and we were caught off guard so badly that we couldn’t even take proper precautions.

“Kaye,” I turned to check on him, but he was bleeding so much he could barely lift his body. It would have been a lot easier if he could transform and heal, but that wasn’t an option with so much happening around.

“He fed on him,” Lord McQuoid, who was in tears, said, checking Kaye’s neck. “He fed too much.”

He stepped back from his son and buried his face in his hands. My mother finally arrived at the scene, staring at Kaye and then at me.

“I heard what happened here,” she uttered, “are you okay?” Then, instead of checking on Kaye, who I thought she cared more for instead of me, she ran past him and came straight to me.

“I’m fine. He is the one who was attacked,” the minute she held my hands, I freed them from her grasp and pointed at Kaye. She looked indifferent to Kaye’s pain.

I walked past her and knelt down with Kaye. “Let me call a doctor for you. He will take care of your wounds,” I murmured softly. The minute I got up from the floor, he held my hand and pushed me down again.

“I will not let—anyone treat me unless—it is you, or I would rather die,” the strong tone from Kaye and his determination made my eyes widen.

“He is in pain, please help him,” said his father from behind me. But it was my wolf who made the most sense.

“He is losing consciousness, and in that state, his mate is the only one who can comfort him.”

She was right. I gave a gesture to the warrior to take Kaye to his bedroom while I grabbed the aid kit.

“Don’t worry, he will be fine by morning,” I promised his father, who was so scared for his son that he couldn’t even hold himself up.

With so much worry for Maximus, Kaye, and Norman, I ran upstairs to stay with Kaye for the night.