Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates - Chapter 615

Chapter 615: 615-Emmet’s Fall From Grace.

Helanie:

“I am so bummed. I should have known what Rune meant when he said, ‘you have set me free,'” I mimicked Rune’s heavy tone while mocking him in front of Norman.

“It’s okay. He definitely doesn’t have that much power here. We’ll soon figure out what he’s up to and what powers he has,” Norman said, pulling me back into his arms again.

“Norman, what were you doing earlier talking to your mother?” I finally asked after I had kept it a secret for a while. In the last two days, we had only talked about the organization while waiting for the full moon.

“I was asking her for her witch. I knew she used to have a seer by her side, but now suddenly she claims the seer is dead,” he replied with his eyes closed, my chin resting on the back of my hands while they rested on his chest.

“Why do you want to look for a witch?” I asked, and he shifted uncomfortably, pulling me under him. He started kissing me all over my neck, dodging the topic. We didn’t have sex again, but we did make out a lot in the last two days. The idea of sex after I had suffered a miscarriage was harsh for both of us, and he wanted my body to heal first.

“Uggh! Okay, love, I must say goodbye. There is someone who claims to know there are witches all around us. I’m going to meet him today,” he got off me and started walking toward the closet.

“I hope he’s not a scam,” I muttered, and he shrugged.

“We’ll find out. Please stay away from trouble, okay?” he turned only slightly to say that to me. I didn’t ask him to explain himself because I could tell he wasn’t comfortable calling the curses ‘trouble.’

After he got dressed and left, I went to the kitchen to prepare a meal for Emmet. The family hasn’t returned, and I guess that was the safest way. Thankfully, Lord McQuoid had been able to handle the mess Emma had been causing, wanting to come back.

I don’t know how long we have to bear her. Sometimes I wonder if I made a mistake for not getting her kicked out when Kaye suggested it. I was too emotional at the time. But then thinking about Charlotte surviving in the wild, I agreed I made the right decision anyway.

“You’re headed to the basement? Can I come?” Maximus almost startled me when he appeared out of nowhere.

It had been two days, and we had all been keeping ourselves busy. That being said, Darcy’s words had affected Norman a little.

He had been so agitated and was trying to find a witch himself. I had received a few calls from my mother, but since our relationship had been strained, I didn’t speak with her.

“Sure,” I said to Maximus, holding the tray of food for Emmet. He wasn’t himself, and most of the times I went to check on him, he was passed out.

So I was going to see him awake for the first time today. Both Kaye and Norman were not at the mansion.

I had a whole rotisserie chicken for Emmet in a tray. We were refusing to feed him uncooked meat.

He needed to keep the human in him alive by other means since his curse had gotten worse.

Maximus and I went downstairs, and the way Emmet started howling in the cage made my heart beat faster. He looked so pale. I was on the last step when I finally saw Emmet act up. I had only seen him lying down and passed out so far, so it was a heartbreaking sight. His clothes were all messy, no coat on. His shirt was torn in places. He ran to the corner of the cage, howling and grunting under his breath.

Every step I took toward him made my heart ache. His hair was a mess. There were scratches all over his body from his own attempts to escape the cage. He didn’t deserve this fate. Even when he used to drink, he still kept himself decent. But now he was grunting and throwing himself around, trying to break out of the cage. I finally reached the bars and noticed how he instantly lunged at me. Maximus had to grab me from behind and pull me back.

“He doesn’t remember anyone,” Maximus reminded me, telling me to be careful.

It was just the sight of Emmet being so lost that hurt me. I remembered promising him I’d always be there for him.

“He’ll be back on his feet soon,” Maximus said, making a pun to lighten the mood. I then pushed the tray inside and stepped back. But just before he touched the tray, I noticed Emmet stare at me for too long.

“It’s me,” I said softly and noticed Emmet tilt his head.

“He—la—n,” he could only say that much before his attention went back to the food. I gasped and turned to Maximus, who was just as shocked as I was.

“Did he just say your name?” he asked, and I nodded, smiling widely.

“Wow, even he remembers you. Not too surprising though, you’re hard to forget,” he teased while I rolled my eyes. I was glad Maximus could make it an even more special moment for me.

“Are you jealous?” I asked, raising my eyebrow.

“Jealous that he remembers you and not his brothers? Or that he might make you think he loves you more than the rest of us?” His voice turned husky, and my smile faded. I swear I blushed at the way he said it while bending down to my level.

“I’m just glad you were able to smile. I used to be stubborn, but after being away from you, I realized all I want is you. Even if I have to—”

I had to shut him down because I was afraid he was heading toward a conversation I wasn’t ready to have out loud.

“He likes the chicken,” I cut him off and pointed at Emmet, who was tearing it up.

“Of course he does. Helanie cooked it. He can taste your food even when he can’t taste your body, just like the rest of us,” he said, and I rolled my eyes again. Maximus was always the shameless flirt type. He never got tired of using cheesy pick-up lines either.