Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 147

Chapter 147: 147-Such A Tough Choice.

Helanie:

Everyone had fallen asleep after a fulfilling dinner. It was just our first task of the day, yet everyone was so tired. Some of the fellows even acted as if they had achieved everything.

I mean, it was indeed a big deal, but I had a feeling this was not at all what Kaye meant when he said we would be staying here for intense lectures. _{freeweɓnovel.cøm}

I hugged the blanket he gave me tightly, using it as my comfort as I lay in bed. Jenny had asked me where the blanket came from, and I lied to her, claiming I had found it in the cupboard of the second floor’s storeroom.

The cozy white blanket felt like a soft cloud as I held it tightly. My eyes stayed on the wall clock, waiting for midnight so I could go and speak to Kaye.

It wasn’t that I had forgotten about my revenge, but a little comfort on the side didn’t hurt. And who knows? If I could share my pain with Kaye, he might even help me get justice.

Once I was certain everyone was asleep, I snuck out with the blanket wrapped around my body. I figured we would need to sit and talk comfortably. But since Norman was staying over for the night, I felt a bit concerned about him catching us together. That would have been a disaster.

Thinking about that, I quickly went back to the room and put the blanket back, even going so far as to place a pillow under it to mimic my presence. But tonight, I grabbed my old purple sweater before leaving. It was cold outside, and I didn’t even know how many hours we would be sitting and talking about life.

After exiting through the back door, I reached the tree to find Kaye standing in place. He looked distraught, and I was instantly alarmed.

"I’m sorry. I took a little time," I murmured, excusing the delay. The whole act of going back and disguising myself with the blanket took a few minutes.

"It’s okay. Ahem," he cleared his throat but then fell silent.

"You look distressed. Is everything okay?" I asked in a worried tone.

He wasn’t even wearing a blanket or offering for us to sit down tonight.

"I’m going to ask you something," he finally said, lifting his head. That’s when I noticed the redness in his eyes. I was right—he was distressed, and whatever was on his mind had clearly been bothering him deeply.

"Sure, what is it?" I questioned, trying not to gulp. Deep down, I was afraid. What if one of his brothers had said something about me, and he wanted to confirm whether it was true?

"Are you ready to accept me?" he asked, and my body felt a wave of relief—though not entirely, because now we had to talk once again about the fact that I wasn’t ready.

"I don’t have a wolf. Even if I accept you, I can’t mark you," I replied softly. He nodded, understanding but still holding onto the question lingering between us.