Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates - Chapter 582

Chapter 582: 582-My Brothers
Norman:

My mind had been a mess. On one hand, I had been so happy to have been accepted by Helanie. It felt like a fear of mine had finally come to an end. Ever since I started to have feelings for her, I was afraid she would reject me. Our history had been so bad that I thought she wouldn’t even consider the idea of ever letting me be near her. But tonight, she gave me hope that I could be happy too.

But then, on the other hand, I found out things had gotten much worse for my brothers. I was now running around looking for my two brothers, who probably wouldn’t even remember each other.

“We will find them, we always do,” I could feel Rome torn up inside. He wanted to enjoy the moment with Helanie, but now he was shaking with fear of losing his brothers to each other’s claws.

A loud roar erupted in the distance, and I didn’t even have to ask myself what it was—because I knew it was Maximus.

I could recognize his howls from miles away. And I could also tell he was in distress. I ran in that direction, and the moment I reached him, I saw a sight that made my heart skip all its four beats.

“Emmet—” I yelled to get his attention. He stood tall, shirt torn and claw marks all over him. But at least he was still standing. Right in front of him was Maximus on the ground, wounded.

Emmet had a dagger in his hand, and it was covered in blood.

“Step back, I can handle this monster,” Emmet roared, waving his hand at me.

“What the hell are you doing?” I screamed at him, looking around and spotting the maid lying on the ground, passed out.

“What do you mean? I’m killing the damn monster,” he hissed, charging at Maximus again. But this time, Maximus got up and put his claw to Emmet’s neck.

He howled in Emmet’s face before throwing him far away. The moment Emmet hit the tree trunk, he started to get up again. He would use his mid transition to attack Maximus.

“Enough!” I shouted, rushing over to stand between them. Maximus was on his way to get back at Emmet when I pushed him away. He clawed at my arms and then my back, making me turn around and try to push him off me.

His teeth sank into my neck, and while I could push him off, I didn’t want to. He must be hungry—he can drink a little from me.

“Get away from him!” Emmet came from behind and stabbed Maximus in the neck. The painful whimpers of Maximus blurred my vision with tears. He let go of my neck and fell down. I quickly rushed between them, wrapped my arms around Emmet, and threw him over my head to the ground. Then I grabbed the dagger and pulled it out, watching Maximus whimper and howl.

“What are you doing? Are you on his side?” Emmet got up and faced me, even putting his hands on me as he pushed me back.

Maximus was now on all fours, trying to crawl away while falling and twitching. He was in there—I knew my brother was somewhere deep down inside the lycan’s body.

“What is wrong with you, Emmet? How could you want to kill your brother?” I yelled, watching him clench his jaw.

“That thing is not my brother. He’s a monster,” Emmet growled, his fists clenched.

There was more than just anger toward Maximus in his eyes. The way he was looking at me felt different from how he used to. I couldn’t quite put a finger on it, but something was off about his behavior and the way he looked at me.

“He is Maximus!” I yelled, and that’s when I saw something come out of the bushes—not just anything, but a Zharn.

I turned to it and noticed it had its eyes on Maximus. It was crawling on the ground like a lizard.

I rushed at Emmet to grab the dagger from him. I had come out in such a hurry that I didn’t bring any weapons with me.

“Let it go!” I yelled at Emmet, who wasn’t letting me get the dagger from him.

“Why? Let that thing fight it. They’re both monsters,” Emmet hissed, pulling his hand back every time I tried to grab the dagger.

Maximus was in a bad state—he was in more pain than usual. And if he were pushed to the edge, he would lose his mind. Then he’d be dangerous. Once he reached the population and drank a lot of blood—it would be easy for him since he could take down as many werewolves as he wanted. Just not his brothers, because we were as messed up as him. But the blood of others would be enough to make Maximus more powerful—and unstoppable.

The Zharn crawled on top of Maximus and bit his back, trying to eat his flesh. Maximus got up and swung his arms around, grabbing the Zharn from the back. He pulled it off and howled, holding the Zharn’s upper jaw in one hand and the lower in the other. He pulled it apart until he ripped the Zharn into two, killing it instantly. But that’s when more of them started to come out.

That was it.

“Rome, you’re in,” I said, turning away from Emmet. I didn’t need a damn dagger anymore. My claws extended, and my eyes changed vision. All I could see now was blood.

I ran and jumped, landing on one of the Zharn, crushing it with one stomp. Then I swung my arm at another one, grabbing it by the neck. I swung it around and hit the other Zharn with it before digging my nails deep into its skin until my hand came out from the back of its neck.

It was all bloody in there—Maximus and I were fighting the Zharns. Soon, Emmet joined us. He wasn’t doing it for us—he was fighting for himself, since they thought they could attack him too. In the next few minutes, the Zharns had either been killed or ran away.

That’s when Emmet started clapping for me.

“Amazing. You proved once again you just want to be a hero,” he said. His words almost made me lose all my strength. What the Zharns couldn’t do, Emmet did with just his words.