Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates - Chapter 93

Chapter 93: 93-Spotting One Of Them

Helanie:

FlashbacK:

“Let me go!” I yelled, my back pressed against the wall. I wanted nothing more than to escape this place and never return. I will behave, I promised myself, I won’t leave my home late at night, and I’ll never meet Altan again.

“Moon Goddess, please spare me this once,” I begged, my hands raised and clasped together in desperation. I heard them laugh as my pleas fell on deaf ears.

“Please fill their hearts with kindness and sympathy for a broken girl like me,” I continued, my voice trembling as one of them stepped closer. Shaking, I quickly grabbed my pendant and wore it, praying it would somehow stop them.

“Please! Stop this. Send someone to help me!” I uttered, my breaths growing shallow, my throat dry, as another man moved closer, leaning in with his arm braced on the wall above my head.

“She’s not going to listen. In fact, she sent us here to help you— tomake you feel better,” he sneered, his voice dripping with malice. “I don’t think that Alpha of yours could have given you any pleasure. Let us help you instead,” he added, his tone unnervingly creepy. The way he licked his lips made my skin crawl.

His hand lowered to my dress, and I slapped it away, hastily fixing my clothes. He stared at his hand for a moment before suddenly grabbing the hem of my dress and shaking it, making the others laugh as I struggled to free myself.

The humiliation burned my cheeks, my face growing hot with shame and anger.

“Look at that,” he sneered, letting go of the hem only to grab at my neckline, pulling it down as I desperately pushed his hands away.

“See? They’re so milky and big,” his vile comments pierced through me, making my ears burn with fury and disgust.

“Ayo! Dude, should we grab some condoms?” another one chimed in, his wide grin making it clear he was enjoying every moment of my suffering.

As they all stared at me like predators circling prey, the leader shook his head and added with a smirk, “Nah, let’s fill her up nice and good.”

End Of Flashback.

It had been ten minutes, and I sat on the closed toilet seat with the test in my hand.

“I wasted my time praying to you for help,” I muttered brokenly. My voice was devoid of emotion, and my face had no expression.

I had no idea what I was going to do with my life now. Sometimes, it feels like the Moon Goddess waits for the perfect moment to hit me with bad news.

“What am I going to do now?” I sighed, gripping the test tightly. Deciding to head back to my room, I didn’t want to linger and risk making Lucy worried.

I turned on the faucet and washed my face and hands before staring at my reflection in the mirror for a few minutes. The image staring back at me was hard to bear—my broken self, pale and weary.

“I’m not going to let this happen,” I whispered through my clenched jaw. I knew what I had to do. This would ruin everything for me.

If they found out, I’d be asked to leave the academy. Physical training would no longer be possible for me. And it would make them think my priorities weren’t aligned with becoming the best—the one thing I’d been working so hard for.

Taking one last deep breath, I stepped out of the bathroom.

The moment I did, I froze in my tracks. Standing there was a woman, at least six feet tall and easily three times my size, her muscular frame in an all-black suit. She was pacing around the hallway, her eyes scanning the area.

I instantly knew she was the warden. We hadn’t been formally introduced to her yet, but the others had warned us about her. They said that after meeting her, we’d reconsider our decision to stay here—or even think about leaving the academy altogether.

She held a stick in her hand, tapping it menacingly against the palm of her other hand as she surveyed the surroundings.

My anxiety spiked, and my legs felt so numb and heavy that I couldn’t move.

When I heard her grunt, it jolted me back to reality. I quickly rushed to the side, squeezing myself into the narrow space between two antique-decorated cupboards.

It was dark there, and I silently prayed she wouldn’t see me. Thankfully, she didn’t seem to glance toward the bathroom.

I assumed she’d question why I had come here instead of using the bathroom in my own room. If I told her my room’s bathroom was occupied, she might follow me back to check it. Then she’d find drunk Lamar, and he’d get into trouble.

I rolled my eyes at the thought of seeing that idiot again. With so much going wrong in my life, I still had to deal with him, too.

Finally, the warden left, and I watched her disappear down the hall. I let out a deep sigh of relief but didn’t come out of hiding immediately.

However, the moment I stepped out and started sprinting, I hadn’t even taken more than a few steps before I came face to face with another problem.

If I hadn’t stopped in time, we would have collided—and that would’ve made her furious.

She narrowed her eyes at me, placing her hands on her hips, and then gave me a once-over, sizing me up from head to toe.

“And what are you doing here?” she asked, folding her arms over her chest and smirking, as though mocking me for being caught sneaking around on the ground floor.

“I was… using the restroom,” I stammered, gulping down my fear. My hands were clasped behind my back, gripping the test tightly.

It was Sage in front of me.

I hadn’t had a face-to-face encounter with her until now. This was our first interaction, and the way her eyes lingered on me, paired with her raised brow, made it clear she meant trouble.

“And why not in your own room?” she asked, tapping her foot impatiently against the floor. I guessed she was allowed to roam around freely since she was a top senior.

“Come on, answer my question, or I’ll have to ask Miss Warden to come check on you,” she said, tilting her head dramatically, her tone exaggerated and mocking.

“My roommate was using it, and I couldn’t wait any longer, so—” I began to explain, but I noticed her gaze drop to my hands.

Her expression shifted immediately.

I knew I was in trouble.

“What is it? What are you hiding behind your back?” she asked, her voice dripping with mockery and menace. The threat in her tone was clear, and I didn’t dare risk upsetting her further.