Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates - Chapter 581

Chapter 581: 581-Going After My Mates
Helanie:

“Just sit down here,” I helped him get settled in his bedroom, quickly turned to grab the medicine, and when I turned around, I saw him staring at me.

“You must be in pain,” I said, trying to make small talk so the silence wouldn’t get awkward—especially with him watching my face like that.

“I’m not sure what I’m feeling,” he started, sounding rough.

“It’s not that I think he betrayed me. But I am worried for him,” he said, beginning to take off his shirt so I could tend to his wounds properly. I had a herb that Kaye had told me about in his class. The herb was very rare and mixed with some special ingredients, it could help with healing. But it wouldn’t work as fast as when a person transforms and heals instantly.

Kaye was too weak to transform. It seemed like he had lost a lot of blood, which was why he couldn’t even get up from the ground earlier.

“What exactly happened out there?” I asked, curious. Of course, they had the herb with them. They could afford it, especially since Kaye was the one making it.

“We were both outside, taking a walk like brothers used to do. He was so happy for your success. I was so happy. One of us—I don’t know which one—suggested we take a run around the mountains to let our wolves celebrate it too. We started transforming, but then suddenly Maximus’s transformation began to happen differently. You know how he only becomes a lycan on a full moon and the rest of the time he’s like us, a werewolf? But tonight, his lycan transformation began and I started to get worried. I had to stop mine halfway to help him,” he recalled, throwing his head back as he tossed his shirt away, and I got to see the big mark all over his chest.

It didn’t seem like Maximus had any sympathy when hurting his brother. He seemed to have used all his strength to attack him.

“That was in the backyard?” I asked, and Kaye nodded.

“I freaked out but I couldn’t leave him behind. In my head, I was sure he must be hungry and that he somehow never attacked us before. So I offered him my blood this time. But when he started to drink from me—he wouldn’t stop. I had to push him off and that angered him. He attacked me, Helanie. My brother—my best friend—attacked me,” he closed his eyes and grunted under his breath.

As soon as I touched his wound with a cotton swab, his body relaxed instead of tensing up, and his eyes shot open. He looked me deep in the eye as if he wanted more.

I had to constantly and awkwardly keep looking down to avoid making things weird between us.

I was mentally and physically with his brother now. I wouldn’t ever do anything to upset or hurt Norman, and the sad part was that even if I did, Norman would never let me know.

Which is why I have to be very careful. He had given himself to me after years of hunger; his trust in me must not break. I will not let him down.

“And then he came in and attacked a maid. His hunger isn’t dying down, and that’s not good,” I said, applying the ointment on his chest. I was trying to keep myself together, but the agitation in my body from being so close to him felt like it was because our mate bond was still very much alive.

In that brief moment, I realized that this full moon, I wouldn’t be rejecting Norman—but his brothers. It would be the right thing to do so my wolf wouldn’t flip-flop between the brothers. That would be disrespectful.

“He attacked a maid?” Kaye asked, and I looked up at him. All I saw was guilt.

“But it wasn’t your fault. You tried to stop him. You practically offered yourself to him,” I reminded him because I knew how seriously Kaye took failures. Somehow, he always made everything his fault—even when it wasn’t.

“Yeah, right,” he scoffed, not trusting my words.

“Anyway, don’t worry. Norman has gone after Emmet and Maximus—” As soon as I said that, Kaye frowned a little.

“Emmet was home? Ah! He’s been so quiet—wait, why would Norman go after Emmet? Does he think Maximus would hurt Emmet too?” It was as if he wanted to know how far Maximus was willing to go.

“Actually—I heard Emmet say something that made Norman believe—Emmet might be a danger to Maximus, not the other way around,” I said, keeping my head down. I had bandaged his chest by now, but he suddenly grabbed my hand to make me look up.

“What do you mean?” he demanded.

“Kaye, I think Emmet forgot who Maximus is. He sees him as a monster who entered his mansion and attacked an innocent person. Emmet has gone after him to slay him,” those words were so painful to say out loud.

They did not deserve that fate.

Now that everything felt so unfair, I began to wonder why? Why were they like this? How could privileged, strong kids turn out so broken?

“Helanie—if Norman is going after Emmet to stop him—who will look after Maximus?” His question brought me back to reality, and I watched his face in silence for a moment before it struck me.

“Shit, how come I didn’t think about that?” I jumped to my feet in a hurry. What if Emmet and Maximus attack Norman?

He would let them shred him into pieces because that’s who he is. But that’s not something I can swallow. His pain would kill me.

“I’m coming with you,” Kaye said, but I held his hand and shook my head, not letting him leave his bed.

“Please, they’re my brothers,” he insisted, barely holding it together.

“Okay, at one cost,” I said, and he sat down to hear me out. I grabbed the needle from the aid box, holding it in my fist before I stuck him with it.

“I’m sorry. The cost is that you just rest.”

With that, I watched him stare at me with his big eyes before he started to pass out. I had to go alone—he was too sick and would only cause distractions.