Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates - Chapter 236

Chapter 236: 236-Let Me Aid My Big Bad Stepbrother

Helanie:

I booked out of the room in an attempt to find someone and inform them about the lycan in the mansion.

I ran into the living room as my guestroom was right next to the entrance and away from the living room and the foyer.

I rushed past it, reaching the second floor after taking big steps on the stairs. The first door to appear was Kaye’s, with a black doorknob.

I hesitated for a while when I recalled how he had acted the last time I had entered his room. But then I remembered the lycan, and I found it terrifying enough to start knocking on his door.

I was certain he would come out to help me, but weirdly enough, he didn’t.

My next stop was the door with a golden pattern: Maximus’s room. As I was about to knock on it, I heard some footsteps and a door being slammed shut on the first floor.

It came from the backside of the mansion, like the backdoor.

Curiosity hit me, and I made my way to the stairs again, steadily walking down with a vase in my hand that I picked from the side.

I reached the first floor, and the minute I saw a big shadow appear from the dark and move towards me, I raised the vase to land a strike.

My hand landed on the person, and the vase shattered on his head. Before I could scream, he lunged at me and put his hand on my mouth, pushing me against the wall and shushing me.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he hissed in my face. It was Norman.

He was tightly silencing me with his hand while blood was gushing down his head and covering all over his face.

“It’s me, not some burglar, okay?” he muttered again just to reassure me I wasn’t facing someone terrible coming into the mansion.

I was so shocked that I was just standing with my hands raised and attached to the wall, my eyes bugged out at him.

“I’m going to remove my hand from your mouth, but don’t make a noise and ruin everyone’s sleep, okay?” he asked again, anger all over his face and in his tone. I mean, I just bonked him with a vase; he was mad.

I nodded, and he gently slipped his hand off my mouth and stepped back. That’s when I got to see his messy state.

He was covered in what almost seemed like dirt. His shirt was open too, and he was missing a belt, it seemed.

He is usually well-dressed and never misses his belt, cufflinks, or watch.

So it was a huge noticeable difference. And then my eyes landed on his naked body. He had a huge scar under his ribs. It looked so painful. He followed my eyes and quickly turned his face to the other side, buttoning up his shirt.

“It’s ill manners to stare at someone, you know? You wouldn’t like it if I—well, never mind,” he was yapping, but I had a few questions.

“What were you doing out there?” I questioned, and he turned to face me now that he had his shirt all buttoned up. He actually did it wrong, with many missed spots, but that was not my focus of attention.

It was the blood that was now soaking his white shirt and staining it.

“Really? You’re the one questioning me? You fucking hit me with a vase. What was that for?” he hissed, using his two fingers to wipe the blood from his face like a car wiper. It was so shocking to see him still stand and look not even bothered by the huge gash in his forehead. It was a big wound.

“I saw a lycan outside my room—and I thought—why were you out there? Wait, did you see anything!” I was posing questions while concerned about how much pain he must be feeling in the moment. Although he didn’t show it, I didn’t believe he wasn’t in pain.

“No! I went out—to inspect—,” his face lit up when he answered me, “yes, to inspect,” he repeated, almost like confirming it in his mind. “I heard a howl and decided to check up.”

He looked away.

“Are you in pain?” I inquired, feeling guilty.

“From that vase? Not really,” he shrugged.

“Okay, then should we ask the warriors to look after that lycan and also—,” as I started yapping about the lycan, he frowned and then groaned.

“Ouch!”

In a very cold tone, he winced.

“What happened?” I questioned, my eyes lingering on how he touched his wound.

“It’s actually hurting,” he complained, and I bit my tongue.

“I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to, but I got scared,” now that I saw the damage I had caused and how he mentioned he was in pain, I felt so bad.

“It’s alright. I will go off and shift,” once he started to walk towards the exit again, I ran to stop him.

I spread my arms and stood in his way, making him tilt his head and question me with his eyes.

“There is a lycan on the loose and you want to go outside?” I noticed how he kept narrowing his eyes with every word.

“I’m not afraid of any lycan. I will just heal quickly that way,” he gestured at me with his fingers to step aside, but I refused to let him go.

I don’t want to be the reason someone gets mauled by a lycan.

“Helanie! You are doing it on purpose to keep me in pain, right?” he scoffed, using a low and hushed tone. He didn’t seem to be in pain, or maybe he was just not the type to show it.

But he had a handkerchief on his forehead. Yeah, he was the type who still carries a perfectly folded handkerchief with his initials on it.

“No! That lycan will eat you up nice. I can give you first aid since I’m the one who gave you this wound,” I spoke with much difficulty, not sure if I wanted to give him aid.

“I can do it myself—you know, yeah, okay!” he suddenly changed his mind, and I found myself stuck. I thought he would say he can do it and would proceed to go back to his room and take care of his wound himself.

I was not so cruel that I didn’t want to help him because I didn’t like him, but because I have never given anyone first aid.