Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 18

Chapter 18: 18-My Mate Is Different Than His Brothers

Helanie:

"Oh Goddess! Why won’t you take a hint?" Norman tilted his head, his expression oozing casual arrogance as he demanded an answer.

"The notice says everyone is welcome," I replied, standing straight with my hands clasped under my abdomen. I refused to let his harsh glare intimidate me.

He swayed slightly in his chair, but his eyes remained fixed on me. His large frame seemed too imposing for the seat.

His black coat was off, and his muscles strained against the light blue shirt he wore.

"No! I already told you, you’re not allowed," he stubbornly responded, still rocking in his chair, looking annoyingly handsome.

If only he kept his mouth shut, he’d be the most attractive man I’d ever laid eyes on—just like his brothers, though somehow they all seemed worse than each other.

"But the notice says—," I began, uncrossing my hands to point at the paper, but before I could finish, he straightened up in the chair and snatched it from my finger, tearing it apart.

"Where? Where does it say that?" he mocked, tossing the torn paper to the floor before leaning back again. I stared at him in disbelief.

How could he do that?

"If you have nothing else to say, you can leave," he said dismissively, wrinkling his nose and giving a slight shrug of his massive shoulders.

"You’re so mean," I blurted, unsure of the right way to respond to his blatant unfairness.

"Is it because I’m your stepsister? Or is this how you treat everyone from a less wealthy background?" I raised my voice, anger bubbling up as his calm demeanor only made it worse. He acted as if he wasn’t being completely discriminatory.

"I know what you’re trying to do. People here know me, so scream all you want—no one will bat an eye. Don’t waste your time. Leave," he said coolly, tilting his head towards the door.

I shook my head, refusing to give in.

"I’ll tell your father what you did," I threatened, but he continued to stare at me shamelessly. In fact, this time, he cracked a small, creepy smirk.

"Go ahead, do that," he shrugged, utterly unbothered.

Before I could argue further, the door swung open, and someone barged in.

"Thirty students failed my class this semester," came a familiar and oddly comforting voice.

I turned slightly and caught a glimpse of Emmet walking in with Maximus. Emmet was dressed in a black suit, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and his tie loosely hanging around his neck. His hair was tied in a messy man-bun, with a few stray strands hanging loose.

Maximus, on the other hand, was only wearing a tight black shirt that barely fit his muscular frame, paired with black pants. Their conversation halted the moment their eyes fell on me.

"Why is she here?" Maximus didn’t bother hiding his disdain. He slammed the file he was holding onto the desk, glaring at me as if trying to intimidate me.

"She wanted to apply for the academy," Norman replied softly, watching his brother for his reaction.