Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 469

Chapter 469: 469-And There He Was–The Leader

Helanie:

"You could do better," I joked, and he rolled his eyes.

"How do I look?" I asked and noticed him instantly looking away.

"I wasn’t staring," he rolled his eyes.

"Never said you did," I grunted, confused why he thought that is what I was insinuating.

"So, how are you, mated to all my brothers?" He rolled his eyes like a sassy guy when he mentioned the fact that I was mated to all his brothers.

"I’m happy as long as I’m not mated to all of the brothers," I commented, making him narrow his eyes at me.

"Oh come on, I don’t ever want that either. I’m already watching my brothers suffer—that’s enough," he scoffed, looking like a spoiled brat. _{freēwēbnovel.com}

"Are you going to spend your evening arguing with me? It’s your night. Stay positive," I shrugged, watching him nod his head.

"Anyway, I’m happy you came," he changed his tone and sounded serious now that he was talking about something more important.

"I couldn’t skip it. And I’m glad Romeo isn’t here tonight," I replied.

"Of course, Helanie. He’s never going to be around us again. I don’t care how closely he’s related—even if my own brother had done it—I would’ve kicked him out of my life," his words felt heavy but also refreshing.

The fact that he wouldn’t even spare his own brothers for that crime and sin made me see him in a new light. A light of respect.

"You’re still not my favorite stepbrother," I joked, not wanting to make the night about myself.

He let out a deep breath and then muttered, "Nothing can be done about a mischievous one like you."

However, our conversation ended when a hand was placed on his shoulder. He turned, revealing his mother to me. Even though she wanted her son’s attention, she was staring straight at me.

"Son, when a groom arrives, he’s supposed to meet his mother first. But sadly, others have been keeping you busy," she said with a bitter tone, clearly upset that he had been talking to me for too long.

"Hello, Mother. How are you? Had a few too many drinks already?" Norman sighed and replied in a much more sarcastic tone.

"No, I’m sober," she replied. "The kids are fine. Davon is doing better now, but I don’t know how long it’ll last before he gets sick again."

It was odd how she randomly brought that up, then hugged her son and started crying on his chest.

She looked happy and confident, but for some reason, her smile made me uncomfortable.

I didn’t understand it. I wasn’t jealous of her—not at all. In fact, I was happy for her and Norman. But then why was my heart racing? I could hear waves in my ears, and it wasn’t a good feeling.

I looked down to take a deep breath, then looked up again. This time, I saw all the brothers rushing in to greet the bride. Emmet and Maximus were full of smiles. Their mother had come out with Norman, but it was someone else slipping through the crowd that caught my eye.

A brown-haired guy with hazel eyes and a body covered in tattoos stayed locked in my sight. Then, my ears went silent—only to hear the words he had once said to me as he towered next to me.

"If we had met under different circumstances, I might have courted you. But I have to kill you, or else you’ll go around ruining my reputation."

"Ahhh!" I gasped, stepping back and covering my mouth as I recognized him—the leader of the group from that night.

It was the most disgusting feeling, watching him smile and then stand right next to Jessica. Then I noticed how much they looked alike.

I saw Norman walk forward and hug ’my rapist’, and then Jessica smiled at him and stared up at him. They all adored him—or at least respected him.

"Brother, tell them about your training," Jessica said, helping me realize what their relationship was.

He was Jessica’s baby brother.