Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates - Chapter 152

Chapter 152: 152-My Stepbrother Wants To Catch Me

Helanie:

I should have known not to trust Salem. I had been shouting and knocking on the door for a while, and nobody seemed to have remembered me. I bet no one noticed. Gavin and Lucy had been busy together, and with Jenny leaving the guesthouse, I bet even if Lucy had noticed my arrival, she might have thought I left with Jenny.

I was growing impatient, getting angrier with every passing minute. If I had a wolf, I would have jumped out of the window by now.

“You know what, I’m going to do it,” that was it. I wouldn’t sit around and do nothing. The fact that Salem didn’t even consider me confronting her when I got released made me understand they were taking me too lightly.

They really thought they could do anything to me and not face the consequences.

I opened the window and took a deep breath as I walked out onto the balcony. Their rooms had beautiful balconies, but jumping off such a balcony would definitely cause some damage to my legs.

The cold wind brushing against my skin didn’t help either. I tucked my body in, shaking from the cold, while I looked over the railing. There was a small pattern on the walls of the guesthouse that I thought about utilizing when climbing down.

My heart was pounding so hard in my chest as I adjusted my feet on the design and then my hands to stay in the air.

However, after a few seconds of hanging on the wall, I realized it was a bad idea. I could not move a muscle. I had never been the type to go out and exercise my strength or take any combat classes. Everyone rejected my attempts to get stronger back when I was in a pack.

My teachers would force me to take cooking classes, saying this was what I could do in the future. Since I didn’t have a wolf, they didn’t consider me doing anything besides baking, cooking, or becoming a housewife mate of some omega.

“Okay, I am so, so stupid,” I hissed at myself, shaking while pulling my body closer to the wall and refusing to look down.

The cold wind had started to stab me as fear mixed with the air.

“And I thought you couldn’t be weirder,” I heard someone’s voice from below, but I was too scared to lift my face from the wall. My forehead was touching the cold surface.

“Which one of the brothers are you?” I asked, knowing damn well from the voice that it was Maximus.

“Really? As if you don’t know. You know, I had been thinking about how you hadn’t messed up again. I guess I was wrong,” he said in a good mood, not in that crazy mood where he makes weird threats or scares me by swinging the axe in the air.

“Okay, I admit I’m weird and everything you’re saying. But can you help me climb down? I kind of feel like I’m stuck–” I stuttered, almost losing my grip on the pattern and slipping down before I grabbed onto another design and saved myself.

But I could tell my knee had been scratched.

“And why would I do that?” he inquired. There was playfulness in his tone, but I wasn’t playing. I was hanging on for my life, and that little slip had given me a real-life death experience. Not that I hadn’t had one before–too many times by now–but I was going to worry about the one in the moment.

“Because I don’t want to die,” I replied in a shaky tone.

I don’t know why he was taking so long. Did he really want me to die or what?

“And you wanting something should be my wish as well?” he retorted, making me even more impatient.

“Look, if it’s too hard for you to watch me survive, you can call someone else to help me. But I’m kind of in a rush, and my hands are getting colder. I might not be able to hold on for too long,” I said, now pleading. My voice left my mouth with much difficulty.

“Okay, you have another option. If you want, I can ask him to come here and help you,” he stated from below, sounding so casual even when he could see I was struggling to stay still.

“Okay, please hurry up,” I begged, my eyes closed.

“You’re not going to ask me who I’m bringing to help you?” At this point, I wondered if he would keep talking about useless things even as I was falling.

“Who?” I played along, knowing he was my best help in the moment. And in my case, hanging onto his conversation.

“Norman. Do you want me to bring him here for you?” Hearing his name almost made me lose my grip.

“No! He’d make sure I fall and get killed,” I was so frustrated that I couldn’t hide the truth about Norman’s image in my mind.

“My brother is not that bad,” he sounded defensive. Great, I’d probably pissed him off.

“Ugh! Fine. I’ll help you. Lose your grip and let go, I’ll catch you,” he suggested with confidence, causing me to frown and grunt under my breath. Was he for real?

“Huh? I’ll die!” I complained, my voice louder this time.

“You’re second-guessing my strength? Little troublemaker, just jump,” he yelled, making me shake my head.

But what could I do then? I had to listen to him. I could no longer stick to the wall, and I didn’t believe anyone else was coming.

So, I did what he asked of me and loosened my grip, letting go. My eyes were tightly shut as my body floated in the air.

It lasted only a few seconds, but I was so frightened that not a single scream escaped my lips.

As I landed, I felt two strong arms catch me. It was safe to say I had landed straight into the arms of my stepbrother.