Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates - Chapter 347

Chapter 347: 347-The Innocent People Killer

Helanie:

After Lamar left, I fell asleep and woke up to the noises outside. I heard from the maid who brought me food that the guests had finally left. I also heard that the celebrations went well. So, I guess I was never brought up in any of the conversations. And of course, my mother would have never introduced me or asked about my absence.

After I finished my dinner, I was about to walk out of my room with the dishes when I came face to face with Norman getting home.

“I will call you later,” he quickly hung up on the person and stepped in my way. “Whatever you did to Maximus and Kaye has really upset me. The only reason you are still staying here is because, in two days, you will be gone. And I don’t ever want you back in our lives, in my mansion, or around my brothers again.”

He warned me, his finger pointing in my face while showing a clear hint of disgust for me.

“What do you have to say about yourself?” I asked, not looking timid anymore. I spent the whole day crying—I was exhausted now.

“What did I do?” he frowned, his hands flying to his waist as he glared at me, waiting for a response.

“You are a lycan, and you are going around killing innocent people.” As soon as I reminded him of his own actions, he looked around to make sure nobody had heard me and then grabbed my arm to pull me back into my room. He slammed the door shut and breathed heavily, his hand still on the door.

“What happened? You can’t take the truth?” I hissed.

“You don’t know anything, and don’t you dare talk about that—” he slid his hand down from the door just to point a finger at me.

“Huh, what? What will you even do?” I provoked him, angry that these brothers could switch sides just like that. “Kill me like you kill other innocent people?” I scoffed.

“So when you thought Emmet was the lycan, you saved him from getting exposed. But now that you think I am the lycan—you are suddenly remembering how wrong it is—” he paused, biting the inside of his cheek.

“I am not exposing you either. And is that what you are upset about? That I didn’t warn Emmet?” I folded my arms over my chest, already realizing I had said the wrong thing.

He cared deeply about his brothers, and it showed from his actions, body language, and overall bias.

“Don’t you ever try to do that. I love my brother, and had you threatened Emmet like you are threatening me right now, I would have been the one to kill you with my own bare hands,” he yelled, causing me to step back in fear.

“Don’t raise your voice at me, Norman. I have tolerated you and your brothers’ accusations for far too long now—” I was trying to get my point across when his intimidating step toward me silenced me.

“And you want to retaliate now as if we were the bad ones? We always stood by your side, only for you to hurt my brothers, play with their hearts, and then act like we are the worst people in the world?” he grunted, lowering his body over mine, looming over me threateningly.

“Just because you all took my side or saved me when I was in the right doesn’t give you—or your brothers—the right to insult me,” I hissed, biting my tongue when I felt like a whimper would escape my lips.

“I don’t care about your emotional drama, Helanie. I am not my brothers. And you better stay away from Emmet if he is your next target.” His words stabbed me in the chest, but I wanted to have one last say before he left.

“You stay away from innocent people, Norman.” I watched him clench his jaw at my threatening voice before he walked out of the room and slammed the door hard after him.

I was beyond angry now.

They played me well. I didn’t dare leave the room again and went straight to bed.

When I woke up, it was 5 a.m.

In two days, I would be gone from here, and I wouldn’t return to this place either.

“You slept okay?” Lamar asked as I hopped onto the back of his bike. We were going to meet Lucy, so I wanted to be in good spirits.

Hearing that she had woken up gave me a little hope for happiness. She now meant the world to me.

“Yeah, the thought of seeing Lucy helped me sleep better,” I reassured him, but the low energy coming from my body betrayed me as I recalled Norman asking me to stay away from Emmet.

I am not a bad person. So why did they make it seem like I was always the problem?

It made me feel so out of place. Like when you befriend twins, and whenever something goes wrong, they accuse you because they owe each other loyalty. So you become kind of a third wheel or an easy target.

We arrived at her pack and then at her apartment in a few hours. I didn’t want to eat on the way.

“This is hers,” Lamar pointed at the wooden door, my eyes traveling to the apartment next to hers. It was Gavin’s apartment.

They were so ashamed of their small pack and living conditions that they never mentioned anything about their packs at the academy.

Taking a deep breath, I knocked on the door, and her mother answered. The kind, sweet woman with dimples just like her daughter smiled at me.

“You must be Helanie. And you—you young boy must be Lamar.”

She looked so happy to have her daughter back. I would die to have a mother whose happiness came from seeing me alive.

But enough about me!

I don’t know why I always do that—talk about me and my miserable self.

Today was Lucy’s day.

She took us straight to her room, walking us through the messy living room where Lucy’s mother would usually be knitting clothes. She had her own small shop where she sold knitted goods.

“She’s inside,” her mother said, opening the door, and quite a surprising sight awaited us.

Lucy was getting ready, doing her makeup like she never used to before, and smiling at herself.

It was such an amazing sight to see her looking so happy now.