Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 325

Chapter 325: 325-It Was All A Lie

Helanie:

"What is this?" I asked, watching Norman’s face. He looked arrogant even when he had brought me something that meant a lot to me.

"You don’t recognize the sweater you wore literally every day?" Of course, he had to ruin the moment with his rude tone.

"I know, but this was—torn. I left it in the woods," I held the sweater in my hand, looking at it and asking Norman.

"Is it still torn?" he asked.

"No! But—did you get it fixed?" I was so shocked, seeing it look so new, as if it had never been worn before, but I knew it was my sweater because my mom crocheted it herself.

"Thank you—," I couldn’t believe he was doing something nice for me.

He awkwardly looked away and said, "I only got it fixed because I didn’t want you to say I’m the reason you don’t have your sweater now," he scoffed.

Although he always ruins the mood, this time, I was okay with his behavior. He did something so sweet for me.

"Well, you’re very right. I would’ve blamed you," I joked, and he grunted like a tired old man.

"Norman! Are you the lycan?" I had to ask him, as I couldn’t live with this anxiety anymore.

Every time I mentioned the lycan, he gave me the same look. The look of confusion and shock.

"Why are you talking about him again?" he whispered while looking around at the warriors.

"They’re far away. They can’t possibly hear us. But I need to know the truth," I insisted once again.

"Because if you don’t tell me, I’ll keep looking for answers. And I don’t want to accuse someone innocent in the process," I watched him grunt at my words.

I had completely pushed Emmet out of the suspicion because I remembered the first time in the mansion on the full moon night. He was pretty much human that night.

I knew it was just midnight, so he could have been leaving for transition, but as much as I knew, the lycan transformation happens instantly. So whoever is the lycan leaves before midnight, not afterward.

It occurred to me a little late, but at least it did, and now Emmet was safe from the accusations.

"Tell me," I stomped my foot in annoyance. Norman gave in and grunted out of reflex.

"Yes, I’m!"

As he glared me down with his response, another shock hit me, leaving me stunned.

"Does that mean—you’re my mate?" The minute I reminded him of what his confession meant, he gasped and stepped back.

"Huh? No!" he stepped further back and then shook his head vigorously, but before he could react, I did.

"Ew! No!" I let out a yelp beyond my control, and it kind of made him stop in his tracks and walk back up to me.