Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates-Chapter 675-The Broken Heart Curse

Helanie:

"What happened afterward?" I was shocked to hear that they hadn’t been living a very loving life before her demise.

I could tell why. Emmet was a teenager himself, and he had been burdened with responsibilities. Of course, it couldn’t have been easy for the brothers to watch their little brother go through a painful transformation every full moon. And then there was Azura, she wasn’t helping him either.

What he told me made me feel like she was really being difficult.

"Norman asked me to look after Kaye and Maximus because I wasn’t in the state to carry Azura to the hospital. He took her there, and that’s how the night ended," he paused before softly adding, "The morning I returned home, I also found out she had gone missing from the hospital."

That’s when I began to remember that Emmet had once accused Norman of being behind Azura’s murder.

"Do you think Norman didn’t take her to the hospital?" I asked, not believing it myself. I knew Norman. I knew he would never do something like that. Even when, in the beginning, he hated me and wanted to shun me away, he never did. So why would he do that to Azura and cause his brother such pain?

"No! Absolutely not. I know Norman took her to the hospital," he said, sounding genuinely firm in his response.

But then why did he accuse Norman? His memory couldn’t be blamed for it. There’s a difference between having no memory and having a false one.

"Then how did she end up in the well?" I inquired.

"Ah, that’s a mystery. But I always had a theory. Maybe she woke up and left for transition, and because she was weak, she tripped and fell into the well? She was stubborn, though, so I could imagine her going out on her own," he muttered, not once blaming Norman for it.

I leaned back in the seat before uttering, "What were you two arguing about?" It was the same question I had asked him before. I had a good visual of the night, but never the answer to that exact question.

"Helanie, I told her that I couldn’t feel the same way toward her as I did during the first two years after she arrived. It was young love, maybe just attraction. But over time, I realized it was more so forced upon me. She was the one who guided my feelings most of the time. She was the one who would tell me how I felt about her, that she saw it in my eyes. I was a young whippersnapper, so I believed her and got into a very immature relationship with her. The kind where even holding hands seemed naughty. But the haze of that phase faded with time. I began to realize I was more curious to find my fated mate than to choose her, and I told her exactly that. She didn’t like it. She began to question my character and even said I was being misled. She claimed I had hurt her so much with that thought that one day, she would die because of me. And guess what? Right before Norman carried her away, she whispered one last thing into my ear," Emmet paused, making me watch his face in worry.

"If you hadn’t broken my heart, I wouldn’t have followed you. My blood is on your hands, and I curse you to always remember me," he uttered, then gently touched his neck.

I frowned in confusion, trying to see what he was touching when he said, "And she marked me."

"Emmet, what do you mean by ’she marked you’?" I asked, curious about his words. It was a bizarre confession to make.

"When a werewolf is dying with a broken heart, she or he can bite you and curse you with their memory," he said softly.

Before I could even react to his statement, I watched him frown and stop the car with a jolt.

I followed his gaze to something, or rather, someone deeply disturbing in front of us. It was a group of pack members on the road.

"What is going on?" I asked him, even though he was just as clueless as I was. That’s when we began to read the signs they were holding. They were protesting against Altan.

Emmet and I rushed out of the car to approach these people, wondering what had compelled such a reaction out of them.

"What is going on?" I asked one lady, who stopped screaming slurs and looked at me.

"Our Alpha is incompetent, that’s what’s happening! What has he done for us? Our children are going missing, and all he does is show up and apologize. There has been no development in the mysterious disappearances of our children. And then today, he claimed they’re leaving on their own. Is that the best he could come up with?" she screamed in my face.

Emmet quickly pulled me away from her, stepping between us.

"Is Altan okay in his head?" Emmet asked, turning to me.

The crowd was getting crazier. They had alcohol bottles in their hands, and we could only guess where they were headed. They were going to set the pack mansion on fire.

"Why did he have to inform them about the discoveries like that? And he didn’t even explain anything properly to them," I grunted, agreeing with Emmet, Altan had completely lost his mind.

"Everyone," Emmet gave me a reassuring nod, silently promising he would take care of it, then turned to face the crowd.

"Listen to me!" he shouted, climbing onto the hood of his car. The crowd fell nearly silent.

"Your Alpha is not wrong about the children leaving on their own—"

As soon as he repeated Altan’s words, the crowd erupted again.

"Fucking shut up and let him finish!" I screamed. Some people gasped, but it was enough to quiet them down.

"But it’s also true that someone has been manipulating them into leaving," Emmet continued. "And that someone will be in front of you soon. I give you my word."

His way of delivering the information made the crowd lower their signs and glance at one another. Of course, they didn’t want to believe their children had left willingly. And it wasn’t entirely true either. So, they clung to Emmet’s promise that someone convincing their children to leave would be found.

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