Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 639

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.