Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 235

Chapter 235: 235-My Monster Mate Outside My Room

Helanie:

"Umm, don’t cry," Norman said in the most awkward voice, and I suddenly stopped crying. I raised my face from my hands and watched his face with disbelief on mine.

"This is how you give therapy? You can’t even comfort someone," my complaint must have hurt his ego because he scoffed and breathed through his nostrils.

"I am not your mate. I give therapy, not warm and cozy hugs," he almost yelled before silencing himself.

There were times when he said something odd before he checked himself.

"You know, I have noticed something about you," he calmed down and leaned back in his seat. I could not benefit from his therapy; he was only riling me up more.

I don’t know why he said this was his style; I found nothing fascinating about it.

"You get aggressive when you are hiding something," he uttered. "And it also seems like this aggression is new. You were not this way your entire life," my body flinched at his observation.

"You don’t know that. Maybe I was that way," I replied, trying to throw him off. I hated if anyone predicted me now.

"Even an aggressive person has much control over their aggression. They know when to show it, or there is a pattern that they show it. But you, you suddenly become aggressive when there is no need for it. It just proves you have way deeper trauma that you don’t want to address," he lowered his head, his eyes on his ring as he rolled it up to the top of his finger before rolling it down to the base.

"Helanie, when did you leave your pack?" he asked, and my body began to tense up. I tried to act unbothered, but there was something very scary about him asking me that question.

However, it just slipped through my lips as a reflex of defense, "Why? Did you not do your homework on me already?"

I noticed him smile at his ring before raising his eyes.

"There was no mention of you, which meant you had either left or were kicked out, and your name was wiped clean off the list," thankfully, he mentioned the other part of the information that I kind of coerced his agent, Joe, into giving.

The blue ring on Norman’s finger shone so beautifully from the sunlight entering the window.

"It was a few years back," I felt so bad for lying through my teeth.

"And why was that?" he inquired. However, when I didn’t entertain his question, he added, "Did your father love you?"

My heart was pounding hard in my chest now, "Was he upset that your mother left him?"

I began to rub my hands all over my neck and noticed how sweaty I was. "I think I will go rest now. If you don’t mind?"