Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 232

Chapter 232: 232-The Messy People But This Time I Am Courageous

Helanie:

"Stay in contact, okay?" Lamar whispered, standing right next to me with Norman’s car.

"Yeah, hey, why don’t you come stay with me?" I requested; I really wanted him to have a safe place and not go back to his pack where I knew people saw him differently.

"I will be fine. I am not really a bound type of person. I like to go out at night and transition. And the rogue community is not for transition for a month," he was not wrong, but I was still worried for him.

As for the rogue community and the woods, it was dangerous for a month as the lycan, or in more twisted words, my mate, might be running around looking for food.

The packs were much safer with the borders, patrols, and everything. Now I understood why people were afraid of the rogue world. And also why packs have such fucked up rules, because they could silence anyone with the threat of kicking them out of the pack.

"But you need to text me whenever you go out at night for transformation and then text me when you are home," I warned him, giving him a look that made him smile at me while shaking his head.

"You sound so much like Evaline that you make me tear up," he commented, biting his underlip to stop the tears from appearing in his eyes.

"Come on, I am your sister." With that, I gave him a warm hug before we bid goodbye. I will surely miss him, and I am going to meet him every other day, if not every day.

I hopped in the car and watched Lamar get on his bike.

The car ride was odd; I sat in the backseat of Norman and Emmet’s car. I noticed the two talked very low, and their conversation was mainly about the family business.

I knew Norman was mostly at the office, taking care of the deals. But the brothers would occasionally join them for meetings to do their part as well.

My eyes remained on the road outside.

Once the mansion arrived, the brothers shut up. The car took the long road, and then it entered the main big gate.

The passage to the mansion after that was long, but it was very refreshing to see the lush gardens all around the mansion.

They really had a great life. Who even leaves the pack and lives such a luxurious life?

I bet their parents really worked hard to be here, but sadly, it deteriorated their relationship. Sometimes I do wonder if their relationship was doomed because of my mother. _{ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm}

They parked the car and jumped out of it. While Norman just walked ahead, Emmet stopped to open the door for me.

"Bring her bags to the room I asked you to clean for her," Emmet called to the warrior, who gave him a nod and started unloading my one lonely bag.

"Now go ahead, freshen up, and join us for lunch," Emmet gave me a sweet eye-blink nod and left the room.

Maximus only stayed for a few seconds to give me a naughty smirk before he followed after him.

Once I locked the door, I got to see the room. It had a beautiful queen-sized bed next to one of the walls with a dressing table on the opposite wall. The two windowed walls had a fluffy big gray sofa chaise couch with a side table and a tripod lamp on the side.

After I had showered, I wore the same clothes that I had washed and dried before coming here.

"I need new clothes," I realized it was high time I got a job. I cannot just rely on people gifting me stuff.

But now, I had to go attend the lunch. I left my room with nothing but worry in my mind. I hated the stares on me, and in this place, sadly, everyone just looked at me. I walked towards the glass room where they were sitting down for lunch with a great view of the garden from the glass. They had prepared it recently, I could tell.

"Come," Emmet smiled instantly, pointing at the chair next to Lord McQuoid. On his right sat my mother, and now on his left, I sat down.

"I am so glad you came back, Helanie. I have been hearing nothing but good things about you," Lord McQuoid soothed me when he instantly began to praise me. I thought he would be on my mother’s side.

Everyone went silent after hearing him say that, but of course, Charlotte had to embarrass herself.

"You mean to say they are complaining about her?" She definitely had problems understanding the tones and words. Yet she looked so excited to hear the stories about how I fucked up.