Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates - Chapter 133

Chapter 133: 133-Deem Demeaned

Helanie:

I straightened my posture, hid myself, and looked around to make it obvious I was there for the fresh air—cold but fresh air.

“Congratulations on becoming the class monitor,” he voiced from afar, his tone heavy with restless breaths as he took another hit on the piece of wood.

“Thank you,” I replied under my breath, not sure if he even heard it.

The backyard was lush green with tall trees and an even bigger open area.

In the distance, if the fog cleared, I could see the faraway mountains. But it was so foggy that one could barely see anything past a few miles.

“You know what that means?” Maximus continued, causing my body to squirm uncomfortably.

“That means I will get to make you work firsthand in my class.” There was a scoff he let out that I wanted to avoid, but that scoff made me believe he was waiting to make things difficult for me.

“Okay,” was all I said before turning around to leave for the guesthouse. There was no point in talking with him since he barely ever acknowledged that his behavior was so inconsistent.

“Run, run, run!” I heard him say, and as I turned just a little while still walking, I watched him swing the ax playfully in the air, almost as if he were threatening me.

It was the oddest encounter I had ever had with him. He had turned really aggressive toward me over time. When I worked in the garage for him, he wasn’t aggressive or hateful at all. But I guess Norman had really rubbed off on him.

“Everyone ready?” I asked, standing in the living room and watching everyone nod their heads. It was just a casual dinner, so everyone was dressed in their warm and cozy clothes. But that didn’t mean Sydney and Salem weren’t dressed up.

They wore matching red tracksuits, their hair curled to perfection, and their makeup done nicely.

I wasn’t going to judge them, though. If I had the means, I would dress up too. I liked doing my makeup and wearing good, fancy clothes. However, I never really had any of it, so all I could do was watch Sydney and Salem and admire their fashion sense.

“Let’s leave for the main mansion, but remember, don’t make Professor Kaye regret bringing us here. Don’t go wandering around the rooms or any area that you are not introduced to or asked to go to,” I ended my announcement, and thankfully, everyone nodded their heads. I hoped they understood too.

However, Sydney started chuckling, which made me turn to her and raise an eyebrow.

“You know, I’m allowed to walk around freely. My father knows the Alpha of our pack and Lady Darcy. I’ve visited her before too,” she said in a rather giggly tone, acting sweet and full of life—as if I didn’t know she was only telling me this to make me feel small.

Sydney loved talking about her status and rank. In fact, that’s what she does most of the time: using her father’s rank and his association with other Alphas as leverage in every situation.

We all began to walk in a line toward the mansion, and once we arrived at its dining room, we were immediately impressed by the setting.

It was a huge hall with tall ceilings and beautiful chandeliers. The space felt narrow, though, like a long train carriage connected to the mansion.

The walls were made of glass, allowing us a clear view of the outside.

Then, the gorgeous Lady Darcy arrived, wearing a fancy red dress. Her hair was curled into what seemed like a vintage hairstyle, paired with long eyeliner and bold red lipstick.

She appeared to be the inspiration behind Sydney and Salem’s style—I could tell just by looking at how they carried themselves.

“Sit down,” she gestured for us to take our seats.

We all sat down, with Kaye on her left and an empty space on her right. Kaye had made me sit on his side, while Sydney sat next to the empty chair. I had a feeling the seat was meant for Maximus, but I was wrong.

Soon, a young girl entered the hall, wearing black leggings and a golden dress. She had striking brown hawk-like eyes and a short brown bob. Her jawline was so sharp that I bet everyone’s eyes lingered on her face for longer than they realized—if only to admire the sharp angles of her jaw.

She was tall, probably around 5 feet 8 inches, and her high heels made her appear even taller.

She walked over to Lady Darcy, kissed the back of her hand as she was offered to, and then silently sat in the empty seat, making Sydney look small and insignificant in comparison.

“Kaye, you remember Kesha, right?” Darcy turned to her son, who had been constantly sneaking glances at me by turning his head, pretending to check on the students. He straightened his back to acknowledge his mother’s question.

His eyes lingered on the girl being mentioned as Kesha for a moment before he nodded his head promptly.

“Kesha Unns?” he asked, and the girl smiled—her expression a little odd as if to confirm she was indeed the person being referenced.

“She has been crowned as the Alpha of her pack recently,” Darcy announced, which made Kaye watch Kesha with an impressed look on his face.

I shamelessly felt jealous, even though I wasn’t officially with Kaye. My wolf wasn’t active, so none of the scent or bond-related pains worked for me. The jealousy I felt had nothing to do with a mate bond—yet I still liked to blame and accuse the mate bond for my jealousy.

“And what are you doing these days? I heard you’re making amazing—” Kesha began in her beautiful accent, but Darcy interjected in a way that made my heart sink in my chest.

“Doing the same useless shit of becoming Dora the Explorer and wandering around with his students,” her comment was so demeaning that Kaye gulped loudly—loud enough for me to hear.