Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates - Chapter 260

Chapter 260: 260-The Shady Motel

Helanie:

In the last ten minutes of him receiving the news of the hurricane and how he had to take shelter in the pack until midnight, Emmet had shown extreme anxiety. He had his fist under his chin, and his eyes were fixed. His breathing was erratic though.

“Did you have to do something after getting home?” I asked after I couldn’t just sit and watch him get all anxious and irritated.

“No—yeah! I have to do—umm—I have to—I have to be somewhere,” he was sweating and stuttering hard. I noticed how he was squeezing his fist tightly and would release his fingers before doing it again.

“Emmet—what is happening? It’s okay, you can ask your brothers to fill in for you,” I suggested in a mild and comforting tone to help him feel better.

“Brothers, yes! Let me call Norman,” he said, and I realized he had been so anxious that he hadn’t even called his brother.

He had been in contact with the weather informant, and it seemed like the news was solid.

“Driver! Stop the car here,” Emmet requested, his voice shaky.

The driver listened to him and parked the car near the border. We hadn’t even passed the border, and Emmet had been acting so strangely all this time. Emmet dialed Norman’s number right before my eyes, and then the next thing I knew, he was giving his head little repeated nods.

“Norman, there’s a hurricane on the way,” he took a pause, his lips quivering almost as if he was shaking. “Look, I told you I was headed over to that pack—,” he placed his hand on his forehead as he couldn’t remember the name.

“The Dark Eclipse Pack,” I replied, and noticed how he nodded and repeated the pack name to Norman. I heard him quickly tell his brother what was going on, and now he was listening to what his brother was saying.

“No, you don’t get it. I have to—,” he turned his head to me and then opened the car door to get out. The next five minutes were so hard to watch. He was pacing back and forth, and his hand kept running through his hair.

His agitated look made me feel guilty. And also responsible for him coming over to save my butt. If he hadn’t come here, he wouldn’t be so worried right now.

“I will try,” I heard him say as he returned to the car.

“Bye,” he hung up and took a deep breath. “We have to, umm, stay at a motel,” he added, which confused me a little.

I thought he would stay at the most luxurious hotel suite. Not because I wanted to, but that’s how they always acted. The brothers actually booked suites whenever they went out for meetings.

“Okay,” I muttered in guilt, not adding anything else. He told the driver which motel he wanted to go to, and he shocked me once again.

He wanted the driver to take us out of this pack and then head to a much smaller pack with very weak security on the borders. In that specific pack, he chose the motel that was literally right on the edge of the border.

I was confused. Why would he want to go to such a place where the security was so bad?

I stayed silent throughout the car ride, and once we reached the motel, he rushed out.

He held the car door open for me urgently, so I followed him silently. I felt the need to question him about this urgency to return to the pack. There’s no way it was a meeting that made him so anxious. His body language looked more frightening than someone who is worried about missing a meeting.

And what meeting was he attending at that time?

We checked in and were escorted to one room. It was a very shabby place, even sketchier since our room was on the far end of the ground floor.

Right outside our door was an open area, and there was a vending machine on the side.

I followed Emmet inside and was instantly shocked to see one bed in the middle of the room with two small chairs next to the window, which had heavy curtains blocking the outside view.

He took off his coat and threw it on the chair, then turned to pace around when he noticed me standing in the corner next to the door.

His body tensed up as he examined me. “I am—so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” he finally realized I was with him. It was surprising for someone who notices such small details to miss out on a whole person standing right next to him.

That’s how I knew he was extremely lost and confused.

“I shouldn’t have—” As I spoke, he rushed at me with such big steps that I froze.

“No! You didn’t do anything wrong. You should always come to me whenever you need help. It’s just that—this timing is wrong—it is not on you,” he broke his sentences weirdly. Thankfully, he stepped at least a few feet away from me.

“Oh!” he then realized something else and slapped his forehead. “There were no other rooms. This was the only one available. You can take the bed. I won’t be sleeping anyway. I’ll sit and do some work on that chair,” he pointed at the chair and then pulled his phone out. “On my phone.”

Nope! I wasn’t buying his behavior.

He was hiding something. He seemed stressed out.

“Emmet, what is it? Why are you so anxious? Did you have to be somewhere?” I asked him again, this time in a much more confident and stern tone.

His eyebrows relaxed, his jaw unclenched, and he closed his eyes to sigh before he replied. “Yeah! I had to be somewhere.”

“May I ask where?” I questioned, feeling both curious and worried.

“Helanie—ehm! I have to be away from here. Right after midnight,” he said in such a deep and low tone that I understood the urgency of it.