Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates - Chapter 473

Chapter 473: 473-Humiliating The Nuisance
Maximus:

“So here’s the plan: get Darius’s phone,” Emmet said, driving the car. Kaye and I had been staring at him, probably wondering the same thing.

Women hate alcoholic men… why the hell was Helanie looking past that? Or maybe she thought he’d stopped drinking.

“So, you’re going to sabotage him?” my wolf grunted at me.

“I’ll do whatever I want to make sure Helanie is okay. As for you, I know you don’t want her, so I won’t need your help in this case.”

I never understood why my wolf was so against the idea of me and Helanie being together.

“Well, that’s because only one of us knows it all. She’s not good for us, and we’re not good for her. Besides, it’s not like you can ever mark her. Remember, to mark her, it needs to be done on a full moon night? How do you plan to do that in your lycan form? And how will she mark you?”

He raised a valid point, and I hated him for that.

It’s not that I wasn’t aware that my relationship with Helanie had been ruined for so many reasons. I sighed, realizing Emmet might have told her that he would wait for her. I could tell even Kaye felt like a fool for rushing things with her.

“Aren’t you two even listening to me?” Emmet raised his voice, and both Kaye and I exchanged a glance, making sure we both knew what we were thinking.

“Why do you get so intimate with her in front of us? Is that your way of rubbing your relationship with her in our faces?”

I couldn’t hold it in anymore. Helanie was my mate too. I didn’t like how they all just ignored the fact that I hadn’t done anything wrong, yet she broke things off with me over a misconception.

“Maximus, you know I would never do anything to hurt you, right?” Emmet asked, but I refused to believe that.

“Sure, you were always there for us,” I rolled my eyes hard.

“I am. And I will always be. You and Kaye are like my little babies, you know I love you two the most,” the sadness in his voice made me feel just a little guilty before I remembered Helanie and I stopped believing Emmet’s words again. If he cared and loved me so much, he would ditch Helanie and leave her for me.

“Tell me something—how would you take care of her when you’re in the middle of your binge nights? She’ll be waiting for you, while you’ll be drunk and passed out in the hallway. That’s what you used to do for us,” Kaye intervened, bringing up the right kind of questions to hit him with the fact that we hadn’t forgotten about his past habits.

And just like that, now that it was about us, he went silent.

“You used to act so cold and distant, but whenever you’re around her, you’re smiling more. You make stupid jokes and even laugh. Why? Why didn’t you do that for us? Did you hold some anger or resentment towards us?” I grunted, looking outside the window as I recalled those times when he’d act like he wasn’t even there with us.

“That’s not true. I didn’t want to get too close to you just to—” he shut up when Kaye finished his sentence for him.

“When we needed you, you were passed out somewhere. Aren’t you going to do the same for Helanie? You just proved you never tried for us,” Kaye finished with a sigh, adjusting in his seat with difficulty.

“So that you two aren’t looking for me when I’m already there,” Emmet uttered, and it made no sense.

We arrived at the mansion again, and the moment we got inside, we were told that Dariushad to leave the dinner because of an emergency call from his trainers. It was odd. My brothers and I exchanged glances, then looked at our mother. Did she make him leave so we wouldn’t confront him? Did that mean he knew Helanie had seen him? But he must’ve known before coming here; he’s friends with Zellu and Romeo.

It only meant we needed to be more careful with him.

Then came the next part of the evening: the rehearsal dinner. But before we went in, Norman came over to ask each of us individually what had happened. We all told him to wait until morning.

At the same time, eyes turned to Charlotte as she walked down the stairs, heading to the venue with the rest of us.

Gasps and secret laughter erupted at her outfit. She managed a wide smile, thinking that even if she looked ridiculous, it was something I liked.

She was wearing a black tuxedo with her front hair in spikes and the rest in a messy, oversized bun—bigger than her head. She also had dark blue and purple makeup on her face. And of course, she was wearing the craziest, highest heels she could barely walk in.

“Oh no, why would she do that?” I heard Jessica complain. I didn’t want to ruin their night, but I guess this would be a memory to laugh at for years. Emma rushed over to her to help when she tumbled in the heels for a little too long. I could tell Charlotte was aware of the eyes on her, but she was looking through the crowd for me.

Once she spotted me, she hastily grabbed her mother’s hand and walked over to me. I noticed my brothers looking at me in disbelief.

But it was my mess to deal with. She wanted to be my mate, huh? Then she should be able to take all the blows from me.

Once she approached me, she smiled, but when I asked her a simple question, her face fell.

“What are you wearing? I left the dress for you under my suit that you just wore.”

The way her face fell, and the embarrassment that took over her, caused everyone to burst out laughing. I hadn’t left another dress for her, but now the maid would leave it there to confuse her.