Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates - Chapter 467

Chapter 467: 467-His Mate Isn’t Fond Of Me
Helanie:

I rushed downstairs before they could get out and see me outside the room. Kesha was the last person I would want to mess up with. Kaye loved her and really cared for her, so he would definitely take her side, and that would hurt.

Not that he would be wrong. He had every right to defend his chosen mate.

“Where were you?” Emmet saw me and quickly walked over, a drink in his hand.

As soon as I tried taking that drink away, he pulled his hand behind his back.

“What are you doing?” He raised his brow, smiling as he asked me.

“You need to quit drinking,” I said in a firm tone. I wanted to be there for them and help them out just like they had been helping me.

“Um, what?” He smiled as if he couldn’t believe what I had just said.

“Why? Is that too much to ask?” I placed my hands on my hips, Kaye’s concerns still in my mind.

I couldn’t bring myself to smile when I was so lost in the thoughts of the conversation I had just overheard.

“No! You have every right, but I’m impressed by the boldness,” he said as he slowly brought his hand forward and gave me the drink. The minute I grabbed it, I tried to down it in one go.

Or at least I thought I could. The moment it started running down my throat, I coughed, and the whole drink splattered on my face.

“Hey,” Emmet grabbed the glass and started rubbing my back in concern. “Let’s take you to the side,” he suggested, helping me to the kitchen. He handed me a napkin and even helped me clean my face and hands.

“Now, tell me, what was that?” He placed one hand on his waist and the other on the counter before lifting me by my waist and setting me on top of it.

“I was outside Kaye’s room, and I heard some things,” I admitted, afraid he would judge me. But instead, he seemed genuinely interested in what I had heard, so I continued. “Something is going on with Kaye, Emmet. He and Kesha were talking, and Kaye was telling her how he feels suffocated. She was telling him that he should go hunting.”

I didn’t want to hide anything from Emmet. It was about time we all paid attention to what was happening with Kaye. He had been struggling for a while, and we had only been avoiding it.

“Hmm, that’s odd. Why would he go hunting to calm his nerves?” Emmet questioned, thankfully looking as confused as I was.

“I thought I was overreacting. But Kesha sounded like—she didn’t—” I stopped talking because I knew I wasn’t in a place to judge them. But I just couldn’t help giving my opinion.

“You are being dramatic.”

The low-pitched voice speaking directly to me sent a shiver down my spine. Emmet only turned his head to look at the person coming in and then stepped aside, his posture still the same with his hand resting on the counter beside me. But we didn’t look too close or anything.

“And what about my behavior? I know how to calm my baby, and I was doing that. If I started to freak out, he would freak out. You are in no place to judge me. In fact, who even are you?” Kesha’s voice was so stern that I felt like I was being scolded by a teacher.

She wore a black dress with sequins. Her short hair was curled, and chandelier earrings dangled from her ears.

“I was—” Before I could finish, I watched Emmet stand straight with his arms folded over his chest.

“She is family—don’t you even know that much?” he asked Kesha, whose grip on the glass she was holding tightened, but she forced a smile on her lips.

“But that doesn’t mean she should interfere in my business with my mate,” she continued, not even using her bitter tone with Emmet.

“I have known you brothers since I was a kid, and even you know that Kaye is sort of an attention seeker.”

The moment she said that, I felt a burning sensation in my chest.

“Every time something big is happening, he somehow wants attention on himself. And I realized he was doing the same tonight, so I nicely tried to help him out and also reminded him that it’s Norman’s night,” she argued, making me clench my jaw.

Thankfully, even Emmet didn’t like how she described Kaye.

“My brother is not an attention seeker. When he seeks attention, it is his right. But when has he ever wanted attention for himself when it was someone else’s big day? You have no right to make it sound like your business when it’s just my brother’s business. It is not something between the two of you,” Emmet used a much sterner tone with her, and I hated how she was glaring at him. She didn’t even blink or take another breath.

For a moment, I wondered if she had gone frozen.

“He was complaining about being suffocated, and you told him to go hunting when you didn’t even believe in his complaint? How is that sensible? You fooled him into thinking that would help when you don’t even think there’s a problem?” I continued as I jumped off the counter to stand straight.

She was way too tall, and with her high heels, she easily towered over me. But the tallest one beside me among us made me feel safe.

“Helanie, is it?” She cracked her neck as she stretched, making me wince at the sound of it.

She was trying to act tough in front of me. “Oh, you’re the one who always makes the ceremonies about herself. May I ask what you’ve been doing in the kitchen with your stepbrother?”

It was almost as if she was trying to threaten me into backing down—or she could spread rumors.