Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates - Chapter 182

Chapter 182: 182-My Personal Maid

Helanie:

Kaye was watching my face with sadness. Did he want me to appreciate him for questioning his brother? He couldn’t act all heroic to me anymore. He had a chosen mate that he should be taking care of.

“Come over here,” Norman gestured to the warrior who had brought me here before.

“Bring Salem Coombs to me,” he told the warrior, who quickly sped up to bring the culprit before us.

I didn’t know what it was, or maybe I did know—it was the fact that his brother had questioned his morals. Norman looked very uneasy and restless. He had been pacing back and forth while Kaye stood in one spot. He rarely ever moved from his spot.

Kesha had walked past us like we didn’t even exist to go swimming. She did call for Kaye one or two times, but he entirely ignored her, and it’s not like she came to ask him if he was hearing her.

She proceeded to enjoy herself.

After a few seconds, Salem appeared with the warrior. Her pale face told me she was already suspecting what this was about.

“You drugged Helanie last night?” Norman asked, his hands on his waist.

“You know what we should do? We should throw her in the cage of the frogsters,” Kaye interjected, not even letting her answer Norman, who closed his eyes to express his frustration with his brother.

“What? I don’t know, sir, what you are talking about?” Salem gulped, lying through her teeth.

“Salem, I confirmed it from the CCTV outside the guesthouse,” Norman bluffed, and she instantly started yapping in her defense.

“Wait. Do you mean you ate the croissants? I baked those for a couple. They had asked me to use them as their kinky time—” The minute she fell under the harsh glare of Kaye and Norman, she shut up her nonsense.

“I swear I don’t know. I baked them for someone else,” she began to sob, her face in her hands.

I watched Norman clench his jaw. “This is what you guys do in your spare time? Fulfill your kinks with such dangerous herbs? So, no matter what the reason, you are getting punished.”

Once Norman understood that there was no way she would openly admit to drugging me, he decided to latch onto anything just to punish her.

“But I am already serving a punishment,” Salem argued in a whimper.

“You will be Helanie’s personal maid, doing all her chores and taking orders from her for the next two weeks,” Norman declared her punishment, and her eyes spiked with genuine tears.

She was in shock.

“Sir, that is not fair. She is just an omega, and I am—” I have never seen her look so miserable. Just the thought of serving me had shattered her confidence.

“Then why are you so obsessed with her?” Kaye didn’t care how he came off. He let his professor mask slip and acted on a personal level.

“I am not,” she begged, even her palms meeting this time.

“First, you lie about her and lock her in your bedroom, and now this. No, serve the punishment, or I will have to blacklist you for this year. You will be joining next year as your fellow’s junior,” Norman spoke up, taking over the conversation.

“Your pick,” he tilted his head.

The two brothers stood before her, hiding me behind their backs.

It was the most bizarre sight ever. They were defending me, punishing someone for me.

“I will do it just because you think I should be punished,” now that it was made clear to her that nobody was sparing her, she was back to acting all obedient and innocent.

“You two go now. Helanie, enjoy your breakfast.” Norman was really sassy not to even ask her to enjoy her breakfast.

We both silently walked back to our hut, where everyone questioned what had happened. Later, Norman made an announcement that because of the whole room-locked incident and Salem not looking apologetic, she would be serving as my personal maid.

I saw the looks on everyone’s faces. They were as shocked as Sydney and my friends.

But my friends were secretly rooting for the moment I started giving her tasks.

The rest of our three-day stay was the best.

At night, soft lights from lanterns and string lights shone, making the beach feel magical. The air smelled like flowers and the sea, and sometimes you could hear soft music from a nearby bar, making the mood even better.

This beach was a hidden paradise, a place where nature and luxury came together in perfect harmony, giving everyone a chance to enjoy the calm and beauty of the world. Then, on the last night, they had music on the beach where everyone danced for hours before we all went to bed.

It was so hard to say goodbye to this place. The perfect Dream Island. The journey back to the hostel was so tiring. We were exhausted but given a few days off to rest before we joined classes again.

Once we were back at the hostel, I quickly dropped my bags and landed in my bed, my arms spread.

Lucy was slowly unpacking her bags, not even taking a rest. I could tell she was still upset about a lot of what happened on the beach and in the cage.

After that cage incident, Gavin and her relationship took a huge downfall. They would talk so officially, where he would show care, and she would respond like a robot.

“Lucy, let’s go grab the timetable from the academy for our next classes,” Lamar, who had noticed how lonely Lucy was even when she was around us, included her in a task to take her mind off things.

I gave him a look of appreciation because at least Lucy working on something would get her distracted for a while.

Lucy got up from the carpet and followed him outside, making sure she gave me a head nod.

After she left, I heard a knock on the door and couldn’t help but wonder who had come.

“Come in,” I said, and Jenny stepped in, her demeanor weak and her eyes on the ground.

“I came to ask you something. Why are you upset with me?” she was direct as she, too, had noticed I had been very cold to her lately.