Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 319

Chapter 319: 319-Try Me, Bitch

Helanie:

I was so worried. After Norman told me he knew that I had felt the mate bond with the lycan and left, I couldn’t rest.

So, he knew the lycan, or was he the lycan? All the signs were pointing at him.

Or---

Could it be Kaye?

Why didn’t they want him to transition and had to use wolfbane in his body instead of letting him go out and transform?

"Lamar!" I called out, waking him from his sleep. "So you think the lycan always transitions and turns into a lycan, or only on the full moon?"

I sat in my bed, the curtains drawn so no lycan could watch me sit there and talk about him. I was so paranoid that Norman would come through the door and attack me.

Now that I had my suspicions about Norman, I felt unsafe. He didn’t like me.

The only reason he was putting up with me was because of his brothers. It all made sense. He knew about me and Kaye, which is why he had been much nicer to me, unlike at the beginning.

"I don’t know," Lamar sounded pretty sleepy on the other side. "Gavin! Move! We are not---lovers," I heard him grunt at Gavin, who he told me had a habit of cuddling when he sleeps. And that was annoying Lamar, because Gavin, in his sleep, didn’t know who he was lying down with.

"Hmm, I’m so confused," I muttered.

"What is it? Are you okay though? We’re meeting tomorrow, right?" he asked.

"Yeah, we will also visit Lucy. Maximus will be busy tomorrow, so I’m free," I said. I’d been doing really well with Maximus at work.

We were spending time together and he was helping me learn a lot about the weapons.

"That’s cool then. We’ll get some answers from Gavin too," he yawned, and I felt bad for waking him up from his sleep.

"Okay. Let’s meet tomorrow then. You can go back to sleep now," I said, tired and bored.

The brothers were going to spend time with Kaye in the morning. And as much as I wanted to know and meet Kaye, I couldn’t.

I knew it would trigger him.

After I ended the call with Lamar, I went to sleep.

Only to wake up to loud knocking on the door. I dragged my feet out of bed and reached for the door, answering it.

"You like cooking, don’t you? Come make me breakfast," Charlotte stood outside my door, looking all fresh in a blue dress and full makeup. I turned and checked the time--it was 8 a.m.

"Why would I cook for you?" I grunted under my breath, trying to close the door, but she forced it open again.