Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 228

Chapter 228: 228-Stepbro Carried Me In Bridal Style

Helanie:

The three stood tall and determined. They all wore black, full black. Emmet had an all-black suit on, Kaye wore black pants and a black shirt, Maximus had black jeans with a black shirt and a black jacket on.

As they started to walk through the crowd towards me, the onlookers began to scatter, leaving space for them to pass through. The brothers were taller than everyone else, their auras dark and powerful.

They all stopped right in front of me, and then Emmet hunched over, extending his hand towards me. I kept staring at his hand before I slowly raised mine to reach for his touch.

As soon as my hand met his, he firmly supported my body and helped me up. The way he carefully wrapped his arm around me, with Kaye on the other side, made me look so small. All eyes were on us.

I’m sure some were even wondering why the trainers had shown up so defensively.

"Sir—," Riri stepped forward, probably thinking she needed to defend herself before it was too late. But Maximus’ harsh glare compelled her hand to fly to her mouth, covering it with a gasp of sudden fear heaving across her lips.

"Say one more word—," Maximus warned Riri in a loud, commanding voice.

"Sir, we are seniors—," she proceeded to speak again, but this time, he didn’t even have to warn her. His harsh glare was enough to send shivers down her spine.

"And that makes the assault okay?" Kaye yelled, getting in her face to the point that she backed down in fear and tripped. While she landed on her butt, I felt my knees getting weak.

I didn’t realize how quickly my health had been declining since last night. It might have seemed like just a few hours to others, but it was a lot for me. Lucy being gone messed with my head.

As I was about to fall, Emmet held me tightly.

"Nobody is leaving the academy until further notice," Emmet groaned, changing the plans for the holidays.

With that, he effortlessly roamed his hands under my body, and before I could comprehend what he was doing, he had carried me in his arms.

"Ahh!" loud gasps erupted through the hallway. Was it really that weird that a trainer was picking up his student? An ill student in his arms?

He started taking long strides towards his office upstairs. I didn’t want to see any faces, so I closed my eyes and rested my head on his chest. His coat smelled like him, a very mild and expensive scent. I couldn’t focus on the details, but his arms were so strong and big that I felt cozy instantly.

Now that Emmet had reached the top of the stairs and the students were left behind on the first floor, I heard Kaye grunt.

"Why did you carry her?" I didn’t open my eyes, but my attention was on them now.

My hands flew to my face, covering it as I sobbed into my palms.

"Maximus, I can expect such stupidity from Emmet, but why would you mention her? Don’t you know it will hurt Helanie?" Kaye was quick to complain, his tone filled with disbelief.

"I didn’t know. I thought she would want to hear—," Maximus suddenly shut up, and I’m guessing that was because the others passed him a harsh glare.

I steadily uncovered my face and noticed them just staring at me, clueless. They probably weren’t even sure how to comfort me.

As there was a knock on the door, all three of them steadily turned to the door, almost like in slow motion.

"Oh no," Maximus, who was still bent down with his neck all stretched to the back, was the first to express exhaustion.

"That has to be him," Kaye added, his hands on his waist and his eyes on the door in the back.

"Then go and open it," Emmet shrugged, turning to stare at me again. I watched Kaye and Maximus share a glance before Kaye walked over to the door to answer it.

As he opened the door and stepped to the side, Norman walked into my sight, and I realized why they weren’t happy about the knock.