Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates
Chapter 639-Snap!

Chapter 639: 639-Snap!

Helanie:

Pain shot through my stomach, but I slid behind him and kicked the back of his knee. But it seemed like nothing pained him. He turned. I jumped back just in time.

I noticed the Zharns crowding around the fighters. My attention began to drift toward my mates, I wanted to be with them, but Rune! I had to defeat him. He was the real threat.

As the Zharns began attacking my mates, someone else arrived, just in time, after securing the guests inside the building where the funeral service had been held.

"Ahhh!" Kaye’s scream tore through the air as he transitioned, his long arms swinging, claws extending. But I noticed something else, the way he shifted mid-transition. He smirked as he landed on the ground, head down, eyes up. Then he moved faster, much faster than usual. Even his brothers looked stunned.

"Blood!" Kaye screamed, slamming his hands against a Zharn’s head, crushing it and splattering blood everywhere.

He wasn’t just fighting like an animal, he was fighting like someone who ’enjoyed’ inflicting pain.

Rune saw that I’d gotten distracted. He used the moment to charge. As he came at me, I ducked and moved fast, raising my fist to his face. His head snapped back, too far, like rubber, then whipped forward again. No damage.

I jumped back.

He lunged and I ducked again. His leg stretched mid-kick, whipping around like a rope. It caught my arm, and agonizing pain rippled through my body. He was nearly impossible to defeat.

But there’s always a way to bring down a monster.

I rolled, stood quickly, and rushed him again. I hit his ribs, stomach, shoulder, everything just bent. Nothing broke. He kept chuckling, mocking me with that twisted grin.

Then he spun, his whole body twisting, arms flailing like whips. One struck my side. I slid across the ground, the breath knocked out of me.

I coughed and stood slowly.

His fist came at my face, but this time, I rolled, and my sword was right beside me.

I saw Rune charging. I grabbed the sword in time, raised it, and stood.

The blade went straight through his eye. Blood dripped down his face. He screamed, and I knew in that moment what had to be done.

"He thrives on watching people suffer, people with no hope, no dreams," my wolf growled from within.

I drove the sword into his other eye before he could retaliate. His cries were worse than a doomsday siren; raw, filled with animalistic horror.

"You enjoyed watching my friend scream and beg for her life," I hissed, my voice low with rage, the memory clear as glass, her last words, her pleas as she begged his monsters to spare her because she was pregnant, all recorded in the voice note.

Rune could no longer see. He whimpered, lost and on his knees.

I spotted a thick, rusted chain on the ground. I grabbed it. I rushed and wrapped it around his neck. Tight.

He twisted and writhed, but I held on. His rubbery neck stretched unnaturally as he fought the pull, but I wasn’t letting go.

I ran to the nearest tall, sturdy tree and tossed the chain over a thick branch. The metal clanked, slid, caught. I knew it was strong enough to hold a loser like him.

"Whatever you’re doing will cost you dearly! My siblings will take my revenge!" he screamed, thrashing on the ground, arms flailing.

I grabbed the end of the chain and pulled. His body lifted into the air. His feet dragged through the dirt, then left the ground entirely. He rose higher. His neck stretched unnaturally. His arms clawed at the chain. His legs kicked at nothing.

His scream tore through the trees.

The Zharns stopped in their tracks. The ones still approaching the graveyard hissed, then began to retreat. Others froze, too stunned to fight, while my mates finished them off.

Now, everyone was watching Rune’s fate. No matter how many threats he hurled at me, I didn’t stop.

"My siblings will never forgive you for this—" his voice turned sharp and high, almost a screech. "Zharns! I command thee to finish this Alpha Queen and her mates!" he shouted louder and louder, desperate.

But his Zharns stayed away. They turned their backs on him.

"Where are you?!" he shrieked, listening for the hiss of their loyalty, but only silence answered. "Damn you pathetic creatures!" he roared.

He was panicking. This monster, this murderer of an innocent girl, was now terrified of his own death.

"My siblings will start a war!" he warned again. This time, I clenched my jaw.

"Bring it on!" I shouted back.

He went silent, almost as if he hadn’t expected me to stand my ground. I planted my feet. Gripped the chain with both hands and pulled harder. The metal bit into my palms. My back screamed in pain. But I didn’t stop.

"This is for Salem. And her child," I said, my voice cracking as tears spilled down my face.

I pulled harder. He rose higher. His neck stretched longer and longer, until it shook. Then, I bent my knees and dropped my weight and yanked with full force.

Snap!

A sick, wet sound echoed through the air. His head tore free. His body crashed to the ground. The head swung from the chain, lifeless, eyes wide, mouth still frozen in that final scream. I stood there, panting. Blood, dirt, pain clinging to me. But it was done.

I had won.

But at what cost?

I had lost my friend. That motherfucker got to her before we could get to him.

Gasps rippled through the crowd. Mothers shielded their children’s eyes from the horror. Warriors and royals stared, some in shock, some in awe. My mates had transitioned back. They watched me with amazement in their eyes.

I was still gripping the chain. Then I let it go. The head dropped behind me with a dull, sickening

Thud!

I closed my eyes and fell to my knees. I broke down. If only we had done this sooner.

"Helanie!" all three of my mates called my name at once. They knelt beside me, wrapping me in a tight embrace, holding me as I sobbed.

The sky cried with us. The downpour began.

And I mourned Salem but at least I killed her killer.