Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 41

Chapter 41: 41-My Stepbrother Is Sweet And Sexy

Helanie:

"I did—" I didn’t get to finish before Emmet spoke up. He had a charming presence. Every time he talked, I found myself falling silent, just so I could listen to his voice.

"If a she-wolf without an active role managed to get my brother almost killed, maybe we should be questioning my brother’s strength. What happened to all those years of training?" Emmet slid his hands into his coat pockets, briefly jingling his keys before pulling them out.

"Emmet—" Norman rolled his eyes. "She got herself into trouble, and while trying to save her, Kaye nearly got trapped in the dream prison."

Well, he clarified that quickly. Before this, he made it sound like I had run after his brothers with a knife.

"Is that why you were asking me all those questions about the dream prison?" Emmet had a mild smile on his lips, almost as if he’d expected Norman to tell him about what was going on.

"Yeah, I just didn’t want to worry you," Norman quickly explained, trying to justify why they hadn’t involved Emmet earlier. But that’s when Emmet showed me he wasn’t so easily read.

"I’m sure you had your reasons. But I’m just glad my brothers are fine—and she’s safe," Emmet said, gently touching my arm as he motioned toward me.

I felt the gesture resonate deeply within me, and I swallowed hard.

Oh, I knew why.

He is my mate.

But not just him—his brother is my mate too.

I almost coughed at the memory of the dream. But then again, it was just a dream. What if it wasn’t true?

"As for you, let me take you to the shelter," Emmet said, turning his attention back to me as he gestured toward his car.

I nodded, despite Norman’s lingering glare, silently warning me not to get in the car with his brother. Ignoring his stare, I walked over to the vehicle.

Emmet exchanged a few words with Norman that I couldn’t catch before he returned, holding his keys.

Unlike his brother, who made me sit in the back seat, Emmet opened the passenger door for me, and I calmly slid inside.

Once he started the engine, I found myself shifting uneasily in my seat.

"I was working for Maximus," I muttered, turning slightly toward him.

His hands gripped the steering wheel, the veins prominent under his skin, as he kept his eyes on the road.