Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates - Chapter 261

Chapter 261: 261-He Looked Wild

Helanie:

He had excused himself and left to go out and do something. I figured he wanted to drink, so I didn’t bother him. But now that I was alone in the room, I sat on the bed and checked my phone. Specifically, the academy group made by top seniors, juniors, and even Sydney.

I didn’t have an account under my name, so I didn’t get the entry to join, but that’s when I relied on Lamar. He started sending me a series of things.

Mainly about the videos being leaked of what happened today with Rayden. Just like I had expected, Alpha Byron was making that video for himself. Not really for himself. I didn’t expect this next part. He had uploaded those videos everywhere.

Some of the comments read:

Julia P: It’s about time. This jerk has harassed me on the road once. I guess he was driving with one of his friends. They were catcalling me and being rude to me.

Rylie: That’s Raynard, that explains his toxic alpha male mentality.

There were countless comments like that. I wasn’t surprised to see he was a serial offender, but the fact that none of the girls were ever listened to broke my heart for them. But then there were a few men commenting under the posts that made me shake my head in disappointment.

RockyPoineer: You see how the girls are coming out with their stories? Where were they before? It’s like they want attention.

Ken: Of course, the she-wolves that couldn’t have him are now having the moment of their lives.

Rubie: Huh! Girls are so dramatic. I’m so glad I’m not like them. I want to hear his side.

Reem: Hate feminism. They teach women to act so miserable. A guy says hello, and they’re offended and harassed. See how the two people in the video are consenting adults? Why is he being shamed for his kinks?

I was annoyed.

He wasn’t being shamed for his kinks. He was being shamed for having a mate, manipulating her, and then cheating on her.

I put my phone down as I knew our next step already. After a few minutes of doing nothing, I got up to reach the door to look for Emmet when he came back inside himself.

“Here,” he was holding a sandwich and some drinks from the vending machine.

“I am sorry for freaking you out earlier. I should have known you would blame yourself for it,” he was thankfully very polite and had calmed down now.

“Please, eat something.” He didn’t look me in the eye while he placed the food down on the bed for me and reached for the chair.

I’m sure it will be a lot harder for him to sleep on the chair since he was much bigger and broader.

“Emmet, you can take the bed,” I insisted, but he gently waved his hand to deny.

And I was wrong about him leaving to drink. He didn’t come back smelling like alcohol.

After we were done eating in silence, I laid down in the bed, not comfortable with him being on the chair, but he wouldn’t let me give up the bed. I dozed off since the storm was hitting the windows, and I didn’t want to stay awake and be terrified of the noise.

I had only been asleep for a little when, just ten past 1am, I woke up to the sound of the wind almost knocking the window down. My heart was pounding so hard, as if someone had knocked my heart out of my chest.

I looked around the dark room and was instantly made aware of the empty chair next to the window. The curtains had been pushed to the side earlier by Emmet, who kept looking outside the room to the window.

But now the room was entirely silent. I rolled out of the bed and tiptoed to the window, looking outside to see if I could get a glimpse of anything.

It was so dark and windy, but the thunderbolts would light up the outside just a little before it went back to being dark again.

“Where could he be?” I asked myself as I stared at his phone lying on the table between the two chairs.

He left his phone behind. He wasn’t in the bathroom either. Could it be that he left to get something from the vending machine again?

I was scared of the outside because it was an unknown place, and I didn’t even know how bad the storm was going to get.

I reached for the door and opened it, leaving for the vending machine. Halfway through, I could see that Emmet wasn’t at the vending machine.

“Where did he go?” I was so worried for him.

I didn’t want to go back inside when he was outside in the storm. He was very anxious and nervous earlier, so it made me even more worried for him.

“Excuse me, have you seen the guy who came with me?” I asked the lady sitting behind the counter, smoking a cigarette.

She tilted her head and gave me a quick head-to-toe stare, examining every inch of me. “Nope!”

Her response was so cold and careless.

“Okay, thank you!” I didn’t know what else to say. I returned to my room as there was nothing else I could do. And for the rest of the time, till 3:30 a.m. in the morning, I had taken so many steps.

My soles were on fire, and my toes were hurting from the brisk walk. I was worried, so worried. And then my worry reached its height when I heard scratching from outside the door.

Even when I should have been worried and scared of what it was, my instinct was that it was Emmet.

I ran to answer the door, and as soon as I opened it, I came across a sight so terrifying that I froze for a minute.

He stood before me, but he wasn’t the Emmet that I know.