Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates - Chapter 214

Chapter 214: 214-The Mother And Her Teacup Party

Helanie:

“Yeah, and put Rudy Archer and Sage Milan as the instructors for the day,” Maximus was on a phone call with someone, organizing the whole day’s routine for the juniors and assigning two top seniors as their instructors.

I was sitting in the backseat of his car like a child scared of being scolded by her parents. But it wasn’t my fault. He was so angry and yelling a lot too.

I had never seen him look at me with that much anger. He even slammed his car door twice when getting in.

“Where are we going?” I asked after I couldn’t just sit in silence and let him take me wherever he wanted.

“Helanie, I want you to stay silent for a while,” he muttered, fixing the rear view mirror to pass me a challenging glare.

I sank back in my chair and kept looking outside the window. The fact that he just drove around for half an hour without any destination and then finally seemed to take the right path—but a path to somewhere I didn’t expect him to take me—confused me.

“Wait, are we going to the mansion?” I put my hands on the window, looking outside like a child, and questioned him.

“Yeah,” he answered bitterly, grunting right after that.

“But why? I didn’t want to go back there,” I blurted out, instantly making it clear that I had no plans of returning to the place where I was once kicked out from.

“Helanie, you are going to sit in silence and let me drive. I get extremely distracted when I’m angry and someone is talking to me, you get it?” he hissed under his breath, making it clear that he wasn’t in the mood to listen to anything.

“Are you angry about what that alpha said?” I hesitated at the mention of that alpha. Even thinking about him saddened my entire being.

He didn’t answer me and kept driving. I remembered the road to the mansion, especially the road up to the main gate.

It reminded me of the day I had escaped my death sentence and came to my mother for shelter.

In those moments, I badly wanted a mother to hide me in her wings and protect me from everything harsh in this world. But that didn’t happen.

I met the angry gaze of a mother who would rather hug and call her friend’s daughter her family than embrace her own vulnerable daughter.

My pout hardened, and I folded my arms over my chest as he stopped the car and got out. He walked over to my side and opened the door, but I stayed sitting, swinging my legs and staring at my white knee-high socks.

“Helanie, come out,” he insisted in a harsh and commanding tone.

“Did I not tell you I didn’t want to come back here? Why didn’t you listen?” I muttered, not even turning my head to look at him. I kept my chin down and continued swinging my legs, slamming one down and then raising the other, arms still crossed tightly over my chest.

“I wanted to have a talk with you here, not at the hostel or academy,” his tone softened a little once he realized I wasn’t going to act guilty and take his anger.

“Then there are cafés for that,” I hissed, finally turning my head to glare at him.

“Yeah, but this is your house too. You can’t just ban it for yourself, especially when—” He stopped mid-sentence after receiving a disapproving glare from me.

“I want you to come to the mansion. And you are going to, since you’re my mate. You need to warm up to coming back here because the way you’re so aggressive about returning to the mansion makes me wonder if I don’t do anything now, you’ll only grow more stubborn about it,” he spoke in a whisper, causing my body to twitch slightly.

It felt entirely weird to listen to someone make such future plans for me. It’s Maximus now, but it was Kaye before that.

And, to be honest, I’ve never had anyone make plans with me or for me. I used to be the one constantly asking Altan about our future, and he would dodge the question.

“Please, can you come inside? Or do you want me to be dramatic and cause a scene so everyone starts talking about how the rogue king tossed his stepsister over his shoulder and took her inside?” He had a sly smile on his face when he posed the little threat, making me narrow my eyes at him.

“Fine, I won’t do anything like that. Which is why I’m requesting: can you please come in?”

I could tell he was holding back his anger from the earlier issue. I felt like I could go in and hear him out. If I didn’t, he would assume my group just messes around, like Rayden made us seem.

After I sighed and slipped out of the car, he held my hand to drag me after him. It looked so weird, but I just followed him in silence.

Once we entered the mansion, my body was covered in goosebumps at the sight of my mother, Aunt Emma, and her daughter Charlotte sitting in the living room, enjoying some tea. They wore beautiful dresses, had full-face makeup, and even their hairstyles were done perfectly.

One could easily tell Charlotte wakes up late, does her morning routine, and then gets showered with love by the women around her for the rest of the day.

The minute they saw me arrive with Maximus, their hands froze, teacups suspended mid-air. Charlotte was quick to elbow her mother, clearly expressing how distraught she was to see me. I remembered when Maximus told me Charlotte had made a pass at him.

Was that why she looked so upset seeing me being dragged upstairs by Maximus?

My mother tried to make eye contact with me, but I quickly looked away.

Maximus took me to his bedroom and slammed the door shut. It felt so weird being alone in his room after he had kicked me out the first time.