Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates - Chapter 315

Chapter 315: 315-She Is A Keeper

Norman:

I stayed behind the tree, watching her close her eyes. I gestured at the warrior to play the recording of the lycan howling again. It may have been around 7 PM, but she didn’t know. I had been noticing that she wanted to do great and learn to fight, but she was always busy with other stuff.

She needed a push, at least that much I had learned. After what she did this morning, I felt really guilty for ever seeing her in the wrong light. I guess I was angry at her at first, but the minute she thought it was Emmet and decided not to use the footage, she had earned so much respect in my eyes.

She was a ride or die, wasn’t she?

That innocent face was not just a symbol of beauty but courage, determination, and loyalty.

“Maximus is lucky!” If somebody heard me say that, they would never believe their ears. I wasn’t the type to usually praise a girl, especially Helanie.

I wanted to be right about her, like I always had been about other people who came into our lives. But I was wrong this time. She had proven to me that she had so many layers to her that needed to be discovered.

And today, I had tried to give her a push. I noticed her opening her eyes and then suddenly pulling her arms apart. That’s when the belt snapped, but Helanie closed her eyes, and I knew she was losing consciousness.

I ran from behind the tree and approached her quickly, holding her to stop her from falling down. I had stayed close by all this time, making sure no harm or monster came near her.

“She snapped the belt,” the warrior looked shocked, “She has a wolf. There’s no way—” he was staring at the belt and then added, “Or maybe she’s a superhuman.”

The way he was watching her made me uneasy. I knew he was just admiring her, but she had passed out, and him watching her sleep just didn’t sit well with me.

“Okay, thank you for your help. You may leave now,” I said. I wouldn’t let her be with anyone around when she wasn’t conscious.

I was a little hesitant to touch her to carry her. I hissed under my breath, my fists tight before I loosened my muscles and slid my arms under her body.

As I carried her, I got up from the ground and started walking towards the road where my car was parked.

She had indeed snapped the belt and gotten free. That was incredible. It proved she wasn’t pushing her wolf enough.

But I couldn’t wait to ask her if she heard her wolf or what she felt the moment her strength surged.

I laid her down in the backseat of my car and pulled a blanket over her. I didn’t stay in the car with her since she was unconscious, and I didn’t want her to wake up feeling weird. But I did walk around the car, thinking about the students and everyone’s attention on the lycan.

“She thought it was Emmet. What if others start thinking that too? An innocent man’s reputation will be ruined,” I was worried for my brother.

I stood outside, worrying about all these matters. And by the time the warrior returned with food, I saw Helanie move in the backseat as well.

I opened the door and slammed it shut as I sat down, which made her fully wake up.

“HUH?” she groaned, rubbing her eyes and stretching until she saw me in the front seat. I was watching her through the mirror.

She jumped up, sitting straight, and then threw a punch at my back. Her fist hit my shoulder, and a loud cracking noise followed. She didn’t fractured her hand, thankfully.

“Ow!” she cried, holding her hand and whimpering, “Why would you do that?”

I rolled my eyes at her for a while before turning in my seat and glaring at her.

“You hit me. I didn’t ask you to do it,” I muttered before holding the burger out to her.

She looked up from her hand and grunted, “Seriously? After what you did in the woods? I’m not sure if I can trust you with anything. Who knows, there could be poison in this—burger.” She hissed at me like a snake, but then her eyes moved to the burger, and I watched her gulp hungrily.

“Fine, as you wish,” I said, taking a big bite from it.

“You are so shameless,” she raised her fist again but didn’t swing at me this time.

“Does your brain wake up late? Why aren’t you asking me any of the right questions?” I couldn’t help but ask as she slid to the edge of the seat with a confused look on her face.

I was so excited for her to wake up and tell me she remembered snapping the belt. And if not, at least ask me how she got out of the restraints.

After a while, she remembered and nodded her head.

“So?” I asked, enthusiasm in my voice. I was finally going to hear her say something useful.

Or so I thought.

“Why would I tell you? You tied me to that tree, and then the lycan came—wait—how did I survive that? And—what time is it?” She noticed the time and raised her fist again, imagining punching me. “You lied to me. Has a whole night and day passed?”

I rolled my eyes at her.

“Ugh! You annoying little creature. I just acted like—I created a scene for you so that you’d feel real danger and push your wolf out,” I finished, watching her relax in the seat and lean back.

“I’m hungry,” she said. Now that she knew I wasn’t her enemy, she accepted the burger I gave her while still holding mine.

“Now, tell me, what happened?” I inquired, anticipating a good, detailed response. But instead, she took a bite and looked away.

“Don’t give me that sass,” I warned her, feeling annoyed. But the more I frowned, the wider her smirk grew.

She was such a nuisance!

Sometimes I wondered why I was putting up with her so much.

Like, really, why? Why was I so invested in her life?