Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates - Chapter 504

Chapter 504: 504-My Mystery Mate And His Shocked Mother
Helanie:

“I don’t understand anything. Why is she here?” Emma was the first to let out a scoff and question my presence. Everyone was gathered in the living room, but Norman had made me sit on a chair alone, his body blocking me as he stood in front of me with his giant self.

“You do realize we won’t eat her alive, right?” That was Lord McQuoid, pointing out how Norman wouldn’t let anyone even see me.

Norman stepped away slowly but stood tall, arms folded over his chest like he was ready to fight.

“May I speak with her?” Lord McQuoid asked his son, clearly taunting him for being so overprotective.

“Ask her. She’s her own person,” Norman told him, making Lord McQuoid grunt in annoyance.

My mother was standing behind Lord McQuoid’s couch, eyes down, nervously rubbing her palms.

She had been sniffling a lot.

Emma and Charlotte stood together, both with the biggest frowns on their faces.

“I’m here. What the hell is going on? Who stabbed Alpha Zellu?” Darcy had just arrived—perfect timing.

Great. I’d get a weird welcome after marrying their dearest and most capable son.

But the living room felt empty.

I knew why.

Emmet was probably sleeping.

Every time I thought of him, my heart cried tears of blood.

“What is she doing here? Why isn’t she with Kaidon?” she grimaced, and I watched my mother lift her head and glare at Darcy. That was the first time I ever saw my mother react to someone speaking to me—or about me. Mostly because Norman would handle others so I didn’t have to stay on alert anymore.

It’s not that Emmet and the others didn’t do the same.

With Emmet, I knew I was safe.

I used to love being defended by him. But now his heroics were soaked in betrayal and abandonment.

Because in the end, he didn’t come to rescue me.

He didn’t come to make me his.

“That’s because her husband is here,” Norman said loudly.

Everyone gasped—except for Lord McQuoid and my mother.

I had a feeling they already knew something.

But how much? I couldn’t tell.

“What are you saying? Kaidon is here?” Darcy looked completely clueless, not even entertaining the idea that someone else might be my husband.

“No,” Norman sighed.

“Then—” As she looked around and her eyes landed on Maximus, she gasped and covered her mouth. Charlotte noticed too, and her eyes widened. She quickly turned to look at her mother and grabbed her hands to calm her down.

“Maximus, what have you done?” Darcy asked.

My mother gulped, her eyes locked on the unfolding scene.

“Maximus, did you really marry her?” Charlotte didn’t let Darcy have a word with her son alone. She ran to stand between them. “Is it because I couldn’t dress nicely, like you wanted?” she complained, already crying.

“Step away, you fool. That’s not the only reason a man would never love you,” Darcy, distraught, couldn’t hold it in anymore. She pushed Charlotte out of the way, causing Emma to run and hold her daughter while glaring Darcy down, before Darcy turned back to face her son.

“Why? Was she the only one left? Did she manipulate you, gaslight you—” she started screaming and crying, hitting her son’s chest. Kaye and Norman exchanged a glance, and Kaye mouthed to his brother, “That should be you.”

My mother had grabbed a glass of wine and kept taking sips from it.

Norman rolled his eyes and then shook his head a little. I didn’t think Norman was scared of his mother being upset with him.

“It isn’t Maximus.” As soon as Norman said that, Darcy let out a big sigh, while Charlotte smiled, hugging her mother.

“Although I wish it was me,” Maximus’s bold comment hit the room like a shockwave.

“What?” Lord McQuoid seemed completely clueless. But Charlotte’s jaw clenched. The main question still hung in the air:

Who was my husband?

“Kaye,” Darcy then turned to focus on Kaye. “I gave you Kesha. Oh no! Why would you throw it all away? You were so desperate to do the right thing and be the best. That’s why I gave you Kesha, my prized possession, the best of the best, and this is how you cherished her? You replaced her with this skunk?”

As Darcy yelled, Norman groaned and stepped forward, but it was the glass in my mother’s hand shattering that turned everyone’s attention to her.

“Kaye,” Darcy looked back at her son after silently staring at my mother.

“Please tell me you didn’t do that. Kesha is perfect for you—what am I going to do now?” Somehow, she looked more scared than Kaye would have been if he’d left Kesha.

“You’re lucky it’s not me either. But I’m unlucky because I couldn’t be there in time,” Kaye didn’t hold back either, making Charlotte look at her mother, then at me. The way they stared at me told me they were already calling me names in their heads.

“Oh, I’m so glad it’s not you,” Darcy sighed, a hand to her chest. She started breathing heavily, then sighed and slapped her forehead.

“Is it Emmet? Did he do this to mess with me?” she asked Norman, who steadily shook his head.

“It’s not Emmet either, Mother,” now all eyes were on Norman as he squared up, almost like he was ready to fight if anyone said anything wrong. “I felt a mate bond with Helanie last night, so I married her.”

I watched everyone’s faces show mixed emotions. Lord McQuoid slapped his forehead and looked down. Charlotte looked angry because the big brother who had everything under control married me, giving me some kind of authority, maybe. Emma looked disgusted, while my mother dropped to her knees and started crying. I should’ve known she’d be devastated when she found out she couldn’t marry Lord McQuoid because I had married her stepson.

“Oh, Norman…” Darcy stepped back from him, her hand to her heart. She looked petrified.