Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 137

Chapter 137: 137-Kissing The She-Devil

Norman:

"I think Maximus is staying with his mother so that he can go out and date around easily," I heard one of the maids say. As soon as I turned my head toward her, she fell silent.

Her meek reaction was because she knew she wasn’t supposed to gossip about my brothers.

But she wasn’t lying. I had heard about Maximus throwing wild parties while he moved out to "test the weapons."

We had just finished dinner, and these days, I was more concerned about Emmet. He had been drinking a lot. Usually, he did that after a full moon night to numb the pain, but this time, his drinking had become unusually frequent.

Dinner had been quiet as none of my brothers joined us. Earlier, I had found Emmet passed out in the forbidden corridor. I carried him to his room and tucked him in nicely.

Maximus was staying with Mom, probably out on a date for the night. Kaye had his students staying at the guesthouse in Red Crown Pack.

I couldn’t shake the feeling that I should have been there too—or at least visited for a few minutes.

Then my mom called, and what she said left me stunned.

"Kesha is there?" I asked, skimming through the office file I had brought home to work on.

I was barely getting any sleep these days. With my brothers wandering around unhinged, I needed to stay alert. They might need my help anytime, and I wanted to be available. _{freewebnøvel.com}

"Yes, she arrived for the feast, but that b*tch ruined everything." My mom’s tone turned so harsh that I set the file down to ask what she meant.

"Kesha?" I asked, confused, since my mom loved her dearly.

"No!" she snapped, sounding offended. "I’m talking about that stepsister of yours."

My body tensed at the mention of her. I had been avoiding her name for a while, but now it was back, and I couldn’t help but wonder why.

She had been out with her friends on the full moon night. I instantly shut myself down, unwilling to face the fear of knowing what had happened that night.

"What has she done now?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

"She started reminding me how to appreciate my son’s work." The minute she said that, my muscles tightened—not because of Helanie, but because I feared the implications.

Why would Helanie need to remind my mom of something so obvious? Did Mom demean Kaye in front of his students again?

"Mom, did you hurt his feelings by belittling his work?" I closed my eyes and muttered through clenched teeth. She better not have.

"That’s not the point. He is my son, and I can give him any kind of advice. Why the heck is Helanie interfering?"

The fact that my mom still tried to defend herself after admitting she had bullied my brother in front of his students was shocking.

"You know how sensitive Kaye is about his work. Why would you do that? And now you’re upset because someone stood up for him?"