Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 327

Chapter 327: 327-Hello Professor!

Helanie:

"What do you mean—?" I was stuttering because, just a minute ago, I was thinking about trusting his brother—that backfired—and now he knew about my past?

I just realized I should keep my secrets to myself, and yet, here I was, exposed.

"Your boyfriend or someone got you pregnant and then didn’t want to take responsibility because you were probably an omega or without a wolf—or for some other stupid reason—so you came to the academy to become something and show him what he lost, right?" As he explained further what he knew, I began to relax.

"Oh! Yes!" I couldn’t think of anything else in the moment and decided to agree with whatever assumptions he made.

"Fascinating." He tilted his head as if he were listening to a story or had just solved a puzzle.

"It is, isn’t it?" I taunted, and he quickly straightened his posture.

"I didn’t mean to say that. It’s just that—you were so scared, and then suddenly, you’re not?" He was so observant. This little conversation we were having made me wonder if I even knew him at all.

"I was just shocked that you found out about it. It’s not every day someone talks to me about that," I lied through my teeth, and I didn’t feel bad about it. I needed to protect my secrets now.

"Hmm, what made you cry tonight? Was it your mother?" He looked away, his voice hinting at a little stress, but it could have been from anything.

"Yeah, I don’t wanna talk about it," I held my hands, scratching the flesh between my fingers.

"Did you get yourself a gown?" he inquired.

"No, not really. I don’t think I’ll be coming to the ceremony," I excused, as it would be pointless for me to be there.

Now that I knew the engagement was definitely happening since I wouldn’t be interrupting it, I needed to find a place to crash for the night.

"Why not?" Emmet asked, holding my sweater and studying the details with curiosity.

"My mother hates me, and I don’t want to be at her engagement ceremony either," I shrugged.

"That will be too bad. I’ll be alone too. Why not come and accompany me?" This was the most Emmet had ever spoken to me.

I never thought of him as talkative. He was usually quiet, focusing only on his own matters or the important stuff. So, this was a good change in him.

"You wouldn’t be lonely. You have so many people who love you and know you. You’ll get busy with them, and then I’ll be the lonely one." I guess we were both just competing now over who was lonelier.

"Okay, well, I give you my word. You’ll be my girl that night, okay?" My heart twisted, and I hated that feeling. Just a minute ago, I had been betrayed, and now my heart was already skipping a beat.

Talk about moving on quickly.

But with Emmet, it was different. He was the first one I had felt a mate bond with. And then—he had always been so respectful toward me.

"I’ll take care of you," he explained when I went silent after his comment.

"Promise?" I asked, and he pouted so cutely.