Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates - Chapter 277

Chapter 277: 277-I Made My Stepbro Angry

Helanie:

I nervously paced on the front porch, rubbing my hands together. Rayden had passed out, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t wake up and point a finger at me again.

I guess I didn’t think this through. My hatred for him had gone so far that, in that moment when I saw Jenny with him, I couldn’t think of anything but getting his ass beaten up by the lycan.

“We’ve called the brothers. The others didn’t pick up, but Trainer Norman did,” Lamar said as he stepped outside to update us on Rayden’s condition.

My heart was racing in my chest, leaving my mind blank.

“Norman is going to eat me alive,” I muttered, noticing how Lamar always narrowed his eyes when I spoke so casually about the brothers.

“This is why I didn’t like this plan. Or at least I should’ve been the one to betray Rayden on the road,” Lamar whispered in my ear, making sure no one else could hear.

“No! It had to be me. He would’ve never gone with you,” I replied firmly.

“He trusted me, and because he thought I was weak, he let his guard down. That’s when I could stab him in the back with my plan,” I explained, though worry and anxiety were now eating me alive.

“Trainer Norman will bring help,” Lamar added. We were all on edge. Some of us had suffered serious injuries, while others had minor bruises.

My back ached, and I could feel blood dripping down it. I must have scratched it or had something stuck in it when I fell fighting the lycan. But I didn’t want to see a doctor. I wanted to feel this pain, so next time, I wouldn’t make any mistakes.

“Helanie, you should go inside. It’s getting cold out here,” Lamar urged again, but I couldn’t bring myself to move. It was around 4 a.m., and none of us had rested. Jenny had helped treat everyone else’s injuries, but Rayden remained the main concern. He was bleeding heavily, and the fact that it had taken us so long to reach the cabin only made things worse.

“I’m fine,” I said, waving him off. Still, Lamar stubbornly took off his jacket and draped it over my shoulders, knowing I wasn’t going inside. I didn’t want anyone to look at me and start asking questions. I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to lie convincingly.

And then, as if things couldn’t get any worse, I saw Norman appear with his men behind him. He was walking briskly toward the cabin, his tall and broad figure looking as intimidating as ever.

He wore a wrinkled gray shirt and looked exhausted and tired, yet he still exuded authority.

He raised his head and narrowed his eyes as he looked at me. Then, he sped up, racing onto the front porch and grabbing my arms.

“Are you okay? Did you get hurt?” he asked, his voice full of anxiety. For a second, I couldn’t even respond.

“Helanie, are you—is she hurt?” he shifted his gaze from me to Lamar, asking him this time.

“She’s fine,” Lamar replied just as someone else came outside. I didn’t even turn around to see who it was because Norman was holding me so tightly.

“Professor Norman, Rayden—his wounds are—he’s bleeding a lot,” Salem announced, causing Norman to gradually release me and compose himself.

“Oh yes, you mentioned that on the call,” Norman said, running a hand over his forehead.

He shot me a quick glance before turning to Lamar. “Take care of her. I’ll be back in a minute,” he instructed, as though I might vanish if he didn’t. Then, he walked inside, and I remained where I was, unable to go back in.

His men followed him in, as they needed to carry Rayden to the hospital. Now, it was just me and Salem, as Lamar had gone inside to check on things and ensure no one blamed me for anything.

“Look—,” I started, recalling what Rayden had said in front of Salem.

“I didn’t hear anything,” Salem cut me off firmly. “It wasn’t your fault. Rayden was stupid enough not to fill his water gun properly.”

Her words shocked me. She was taking my side? I didn’t understand why. I didn’t believe anyone could change so quickly. But for now, I was grateful.

“Carry him carefully,” Norman said as he came back out, prompting Salem and me to step aside to make room for his men.

They carried Rayden out of the woods and to the hospital.

“You go with them. Make sure they all get home safely,” Norman instructed the rest of his warriors, ensuring the other students were taken care of.

No one even said goodbye.

“Helanie—you’re coming with me,” Norman finally addressed me, though he avoided making direct eye contact.

“Lamar! I don’t want you to take your bike. It’s not safe to ride alone in the rogue community,” I said, refusing to let Lamar drive by himself.

Since the others had left with the warriors, it was now just the three of us.

“Lamar, you’re coming with us. Stay at the mansion for the night. Don’t worry about the bike; we’ll load it into my car,” Norman said, gesturing for us to move along.

We went inside, grabbed our bags, and came back out so Norman could lock up the cabin before we left.

What struck me as odd was when Norman took my hand and made me walk very close to him, as if he thought I’d be snatched away if he let go.

It felt strange holding hands with him. Once we got to the car, he loaded us in like we were pieces of luggage. None of us said a word.

We arrived at the mansion, and Norman slammed the car door shut hard when he got out, as if he was venting his frustration.

“We can put a pillow between us. I have a big bed,” I told Lamar as we walked behind Norman, but I didn’t expect my words to bother Norman so much.

He suddenly stopped, spun around, and glared at me with fiery intensity.

“No! He will not stay in the same room as you,” he said firmly.