Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates - Chapter 293

Chapter 293: 293-The Pregnancy Test

Emmet:

I returned to my room with so many theories running through my head. I noticed that Helanie didn’t look happy about her mother marrying our father. That was probably because her mother didn’t want her around either, so celebrating her good news wasn’t likely on her list.

I didn’t care about her mother. She could marry or not marry my father—it didn’t matter to me.

But my brothers were upset; that much was obvious. Kaye and Maximus missed their childhood, hence there was something missing in their maturity. They blamed Ursula too hard for ruining my parent’s relationship, but my parents weren’t innocent either.

“Emmet!” A knock on the door—two quick taps followed by two louder ones—already told me who it was.

“Come in, Norman,” I called, glancing at the clock. He walked in but suddenly froze when he noticed what I was doing.

“It’ll be midnight soon. Are you okay?” Norman stood beside me, his eyes also fixed on the clock.

“Yeah, I’m always ready,” I replied, my tone cold.

“Emmet, don’t you ever feel tired?” he asked, though he already knew my answer. He’d asked me this many times before.

“I don’t. It is what it is,” I said, turning to him and giving him a small smile. I didn’t like seeing him worried about me.

“I’ll be fine. I always come back alive, don’t I? You don’t need to worry about me. I think you should be careful yourself. You’re in a much tougher position than I am,” I said, urging him to focus on himself.

If he got caught at midnight, he’d face a serious backlash. He’d worked incredibly hard to get where he was today, and it wouldn’t be fair if he got into trouble just because of those two hours.

“Anyway, I’ve eaten plenty, so I’ll be fine,” I reassured him, walking away to grab the file I needed to work on.

That’s when I noticed the colorful, poppit notebook in his hands.

“What’s that you’ve got there? Don’t tell me you brought this as a gift for me,” I joked, making him roll his eyes.

“If this is your kind of thing, I’ll get you one too,” he shot back, joining in on the joke before walking to the table and setting the notebook down. “Maximus asked me to give this to you. Helanie wrote down the details of the weapons he tried today. He said you wanted the info for your book,” Norman explained, leaning against the wall and sliding one hand into his pocket.

“Hmm, Maximus couldn’t come himself?” I tried not to sound like a child craving his brother’s attention. We were too old for that. But that didn’t mean it didn’t bother me.

Maximus and Kaye were my younger brothers, and they meant the world to me. Sadly, I couldn’t tell them how much I cared for them because that would mean we’d have to start talking and being close again. And that would lead to them digging into my life. I couldn’t let that happen.

It was for their own good.

“He was tired.” I knew when Norman was lying. He would avoid eye contact whenever he was hiding the truth or feeling uncomfortable.

“Got it, I understand,” I nodded, grabbing the diary. “Thank you, though. I needed the details on his recent weapons. They’re pretty deadly,” I commented, trying to steer the conversation away from the awkward topic of my little brothers hating my guts.

“All right then, make sure you’ve rested a little before midnight,” Norman said, patting my back and ruffling my hair, which made me laugh. Even though I wanted to be seen as an adult, I was still his little brother in his eyes.

Watching him carry so much pressure on his shoulders was always hard for me to accept. Everything he had been through, the pain he had endured—it made me wonder how he managed to keep his anger for the world bottled up. And how he still found the strength to love and care for others. Not just anyone, though. He cared deeply for his brothers.

“You too,” I said softly as he waved his hand and walked out of the room.

“Ah! Let’s see these weapons,” I sighed, leaning back in my chair and putting my legs up on the table. As I opened the notebook, a smile spread across my face.

Helanie had such beautiful handwriting. She wrote in cursive, and she never missed a stroke. It was strange how everything about her seemed so perfect.

Wherever she went, people noticed her. Even in every test, even as a wolfless girl, she managed to outshine others.

It made me wonder what her wolf would be like when she finally awakened. Definitely not an omega. But could a powerful wolf really come from two omegas?

I continued reading the first page, then moved to the next. That’s when I noticed her handwriting began to shake a little—it seemed like she’d been scared of the venom’s effects.

“She’s so obvious,” I mumbled, rolling my eyes at her fear. She must have looked so cute.

But then something else caught my attention. It made me sit up straight in the chair, lower my legs from the table, and grip the notebook tightly.

“The doodles,” I whispered, standing up to grab something I had saved a few months ago.

Holding that item, I compared the doodles to the ones in the notebook. My heart started pounding in my chest as I realized they were exactly the same. Not a single difference.

“This is Helanie’s pregnancy test?” I muttered in shock, unable to believe what I was seeing.

“How could it be? Was she really pregnant? Is that why she looked so worried when Sydney and the others found this test? But what about the baby?”

Questions swirled in my mind. I remembered her looking pale and sick, and how she had stormed out of my class like a whirlwind.

Of course, she never showed any signs of pregnancy. So… did she—did she abort the baby?