Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 102

Chapter 102: 102-He Loves Giving Gifts

Helanie:

His answer broke my hopes. I thought it was going to be a motivational story but it turned out to be worse of a kind. However, before I could feel disheartened, he added, "He received the most powerful wolf—and it made him immortal."

My heart sank at the thought of how incredibly lucky Soren Vaughn must have been.

"Immortal? How is that possible?" I asked, lost in thought but deeply impressed by this man’s luck.

"Everything is possible in our world, Helanie. There are creatures different from us. And he was better than most," Emmet replied. The past tense he used made me question the so-called immortality Soren Vaughn had received.

"He’s no longer alive?" I raised an eyebrow.

Emmet let out such an adorable laugh that I felt my cheeks flush with warmth.

"He couldn’t age—he stayed young and was seen by so many people over the years. But eventually, he disappeared. Immortality doesn’t mean someone can’t be killed by a specific weapon or in a certain way. I mean, if you behead someone or take their heart out, they’re going to die," he said so casually it was as if he’d witnessed it firsthand. I wouldn’t be surprised if he had done extensive research on Soren Vaughn.

"So someone killed him?" I asked, leaning in slightly.

"I like how you ask questions, Helanie. It shows how attentively you’re listening," Emmet remarked with a soft smile before continuing. "As for your question, since no one has seen him in years, it’s assumed he was either killed or ended his own life. Who would want to live for over 100 years, only to watch their loved ones grow old and die, right?"

He spoke with such understanding that I couldn’t help but nod in agreement.

He was right. Poor Soren—he was given a gift he couldn’t fully cherish.

"So, Helanie, there’s a chance you might get lucky too. You just need to stay positive about it," Emmet said, his words filled with genuine encouragement.

"Thank you for believing in me," I said with a warm smile, giving him a small bow of respect.

He wrapped the band around my wrist, the yellow star glinting on it. His fingers brushed against my skin, and he suddenly frowned.

"You have a fever, Helanie," he said, his voice shifting to a more serious, almost aggressive tone. "May I?"

The change in his demeanor was striking.

I nodded, and he placed his hand on my forehead, shaking his head in disbelief.

"That’s why you were so distracted. Why didn’t you tell me you weren’t feeling well?" he asked, looking exasperated.

"I didn’t know I wasn’t feeling well," I replied honestly. I genuinely hadn’t realized—I thought it was just because of my pregnancy.

"Come to my office with me. I’ll give you some medicine, and I also want to speak with you about the class monitor position," he said, gathering his things.

I was shocked by his words. "You mean to say you want my advice on who should be the class monitor?" I guessed, though he didn’t stop to clarify and instead continued leading me toward his office.