Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates-Chapter 692-Oh My Mother, Glad To Have You Back

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"Mom," I don’t know what came over me, but seeing my mother, after knowing I couldn’t be a mom because their brother had taken that chance from me, made me vulnerable and craving her attention all over again.

And strangely enough, this time— she was ready to give me that love. She rushed over and knelt in front of me, hugging me tightly.

Her hug was so soothing at that moment that I broke down crying into her chest.

"Oh, so now you care about her?" Darcy’s voice cut through the air with a weird disbelief as she questioned my mother’s love for me.

"I always did."

As soon as my mother said that, I broke the hug and looked at her face, then turned to Darcy, watching for her reaction. She looked like she had seen a ghost.

"Oh, you fucking fooled us all," Darcy snapped. The way she clenched her fists and shook them toward my mother gave me goosebumps.

The two of them locked eyes in a fierce stare-off, and surprisingly, it was my mother who was smirking through her tears.

"I had to do whatever it took to keep her away from you," my mother growled.

But the shock on Darcy’s face was quickly replaced by a nasty smirk.

"But were you able to do it? From what I see, it’s only gotten worse. Your daughter is back exactly where I wanted her. She’s so close to me—to my sons. Ah! In case you didn’t know, your daughter has marked all my sons. She’s their marked mate," Darcy said, her tone dripping with poison.

Her words stunned not just me, but the brothers too. We all exchanged uneasy glances. So Emma didn’t lie when she said my mother was coming here to confront Darcy,

"What?" My mother looked completely lost. "Don’t tell me—"

She pushed my hair off my shoulder, and when she saw the mark, she closed her eyes in pain.

"I’ve failed again."

I didn’t understand what was happening. They were talking in code, and I couldn’t make sense of it.

"What is going on? Did you lie to us about the curse?" Norman yelled at his mother.

Of course he had to lash out somewhere because he knew I couldn’t trust him again.

"Ask me about the curse," my mother said as she stood, helping me to my feet as well.

"Oh please. What do you know?" Darcy hissed, arms stubbornly crossed, eyes blazing as if daring my mother to speak.

"I know what you told me. That one day, you would kill my daughter, and if you couldn’t, your sons would. The daughter I love the most." My mother’s simple words revealed so much.

For a moment, I think everyone was stunned because hearing my mother talk about the curse was something Darcy had never told us.

"What do you mean?" Norman asked, his voice low, while Kaye clenched his jaw tightly.

"What I mean," my mother hissed, "is that for the curse to end, the price is the death of my daughter."

Everyone gasped. I instinctively placed my hands on my chest, struggling to breathe.

It made sense now why she showed hatred toward me, why she had to pretend I didn’t matter to her. She didn’t want Darcy to know I was the one she loved.

But what did she mean ’her sons would kill me?’

"Well, they were going to kill her, but she’s still alive," Darcy said. "You see, my sons’ curses were tragic. Each of them would be the reason their mate would die. Maximus had to mark her in his Lycan form, which would’ve killed her. But they found a way and stopped it. Then Emmett had to forget about everyone, but instead, he decided to kill her to get his love back when he lost his mind. Her baby paid the price."

My body shuddered at her words.

"And then there’s Kaye. He had to kill her because she isn’t a true werewolf."

She said that last part carefully, like she was still hiding something.

But my mother stepped forward, shaking her head firmly.

"You’re wrong. She is a pure werewolf. The only one with a psychotic mind here is you," my mother groaned.

"And if you think I’ll back down and just believe your lies, that your sons marked her and the curses are over, you’re wrong. I’ll be watching you, Darcy. I’ll find out what other tricks you’re hiding up your sleeves."

She held my hand tightly and led me through the brothers.

"You can’t take my wife away!" Norman shouted, but my mother raised her palm to silence him.

"You were supposed to tell her the truth. She deserved to know. And you know what? Knowing my daughter—she still would’ve marked Emmet to save his life. All she ever asks for is loyalty."

Her words stunned me. She had said exactly what I hadn’t been able to scream myself.

And I didn’t stop her from taking me away.

We left the mansion, and I sat quietly in the car beside my mother.

"Take us to the hotel where I’m staying," she told the driver. He gave a quick nod and started the car.

I saw Norman and the others rush outside, hurrying to get into their own cars to follow us. My mother must have booked herself a hotel here for a stay until she had confronted Darcy. fгeewebnovёl.com

"You never hated me? Never blamed me for choosing my father over you?" I asked softly, and my mother shook her head, her warm hand gently cupping my cheek.

"My daughter! You were only six. You seriously believed that I was bitter over the fact that a six year old was scared of the world outside? if only you knew the worst things I had to protect you from, you wouldn’t be asking me that question." Her eyes shimmered with tears as she gave me a weak smile.

"Tell me everything. I want to know why I had to suffer alone through my childhood and teenage years," I pleaded, a single tear rolling down my cheek.

"There will be a time for it, and it’s soon. Just know this: you’ve done nothing wrong. Neither have your siblings. It’s just–your blood was too precious—and some vile people found out about it."

My body froze at her words.

My siblings? I have siblings?

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