Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates - Chapter 283

Chapter 283: 283-He Won’t Stop Flirting.

Helanie:

“Helanie? What are you doing here?” Rayden seemed shocked to see me coming back to see him. I had heard from the nurse that his parents had just left and would be back in a few hours.

I didn’t really tell her my name or anything. I just knew everyone was allowed to come see him now, and since he was an alpha, he was getting many visitors.

“I needed to speak with you,” I said, trying to rush through my words. It was so hard to face him, not because I was guilty of being the reason behind the attack on him, but because I hated his face.

Breathing in the same air as him was like inhaling charcoal.

“Okay. What is it?” The fact that he was so casually talking to me after making me his victim surprised me.

He never showed any guilt, though, and I wondered what kind of cold-hearted monster he was.

“Umm, I wanted to tell you—who actually—made me do that to you,” I noticed his expression instantly change.

“What do you mean? You said you didn’t do anything,” Rayden almost hissed as he remembered the conversation he had with Norman.

“That was a lie. The truth is that—,” I held my breath, “it was someone who blackmailed me into—doing this to you.” I felt like the world under me was shaking. Every time I played a game with him or spoke with him, I couldn’t help but have flashes of that night. His laughter was still echoing through my ears.

“Wait, someone made you do that to me? Who was it?” he asked, his eyes narrowing as he looked at my face.

“It was—Arlo,” I finished and watched him frown and shake his head.

“Why would he want to do that to me? It doesn’t make any sense,” he was, of course, not going to believe me just like that.

“That’s because he is jealous of you. He wanted you to look like a fool and probably even wanted you out of his way,” I said, noticing him zone out.

“Anyway, I just thought I’d tell you the truth because you didn’t deserve what happened to you.” I could already tell he was ready to throw hands.

“That’s why Arlo was hiding in the tree. He knew the plan wouldn’t work. He had sabotaged it, but can you please—please not tell anyone? I don’t want to be under Arlo’s radar?” I pleaded, showing him how genuinely scared I was of Arlo.

“Hm, don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone,” Rayden was zoned out when he said that, “but you shouldn’t have betrayed me like that, Helanie.” Now that he had finally regained his senses, he was ready to threaten me as well.

“And for that, you won’t be spared either,” he hissed. It was a clear threat to me that once he got better, he would make sure I suffered as much as Arlo.

“I am so sorry, I didn’t mean—,” I began to speak, but he shushed me, glaring at me and wincing when his body probably hurt from trying too hard to get after me.

“Just get out of here. I’ll see you soon,” he muttered, eyeing me angrily. I nodded repeatedly and ran out of the room.

I knew what I had done. He would forgive me, but I’m sure the risk would be worth it.

I left for home after that, and nobody ever found out I had been to the hospital. Dinner time arrived, but I wasn’t feeling like eating anything. My back was hurting, and only when I took a shower did I realize the injury on my back had gotten worse.

“Who is it?” I answered the door to find Maximus standing outside my room.

“Why didn’t you attend dinner?” he inquired, his eyes narrowing as he looked at me.

“I wasn’t feeling well,” I didn’t lie or hide the truth. I was so uncomfortable that I couldn’t help but need help.

“Why? What happened?” he instantly stormed in, making me step back. Once he had entered the room, he shut the door behind us.

“Maximus, I don’t think—,” I didn’t want anyone to find us in the room and have wrong ideas, but there was no winning in an argument with Maximus.

He had already shushed me with his finger to his lips.

“Tell me what happened to you?” he repeated his question and gently placed his hand on my forehead. “Why do you have a fever? Was it because of last night’s adventure in the woods?”

Of course, Norman had told him. He looked so disappointed in me. That was the look I got from everyone today.

“I guess,” I muttered.

“Did you sustain any injuries that you didn’t treat?” Maximus was so soft-spoken whenever he wanted to be.

I couldn’t help but nod my head and tell him the truth.

“Hmm, it’s okay. I will treat them. Now tell me, where did you hurt yourself?” However, now that he wanted to treat my wounds, I realized it would be inappropriate for him to see my bare back.

“Helanie,” snapping his fingers in front of my face, he repeated to me once again.

“It will be inappropriate. I will treat them myself,” I excused, stepping back from him.

“Okay, but where is the injury?” he asked again, this time in a much sterner tone.

“You don’t want to know.” I felt so shy in front of him, especially now that we were in a locked room.

“Why? Where is it?” he raised an eyebrow. “Did you—get hurt on your—,” he squeezed his eyes shut as if he couldn’t say the words.

“No! Not anywhere there. It’s on my back. I got my back scratched up, and I guess it was worse than I had imagined,” I was quick to shut down his thoughts. But while revealing the truth, I noticed he had found something else to disagree with me over.

“How are you going to treat your wounds on your back? Let me—let me help. Come on, take off your shirt and show me your injury,” the change in his tone as he smirked just a little caused my cheeks to feel heat rush to them.