Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 472

Chapter 472: 472-A Kiss Of Goodbye For The Night

Helanie:

After I told them I wanted to wait for the dinner to end before we tell Norman, the brothers decided to drop me home. Emmet called Lamar and asked him not to leave the suite.

"I don’t think all of you should be missing out on the rehearsal dinner. Your mother is right about one thing—since it’s Norman’s dinner, we should handle this in a way that doesn’t bring him shame," I said, sitting in the backseat with Kaye on one side, while Maximus and Emmet sat in the front. Emmet was driving.

He’d been taking his anger out on the poor steering wheel for a while now—hitting it and honking at invisible obstacles.

"My brother will not be happy after he finds out what is going on. He will not be focusing on the dinner or anything," Emmet uttered, his eyes showing emptiness but his deep sighs proved he was distraught and worried how Norman would feel about marrying in the family of my rapist.

"I’m sure Norman would’ve done the same if he found out about this," Kaye muttered, his fist pressed to his mouth, biting himself every few minutes.

"What’s going to happen next? He’s a powerful one," I said, feeling unsatisfied with everything. The rogues had left the packs years ago. They were strong, but they had no authority over pack matters. If the packs decided to start a war—even if the brothers survived—their people, the handful of them from the mansions, wouldn’t be able to fight back. They’d be outnumbered.

I knew that much.

"Don’t worry about anything. It’ll be taken care of. We’ll find a way," Emmet said through gritted teeth, adjusting the rearview mirror to glance at me—until Maximus reached up and tried to tilt it for his own view.

"You two do realize she’s stressed out, right? No need to fight just to catch a glimpse of her," Kaye muttered under his breath.

My phone beeped, and I checked the text with a frown on my forehead.

Professor Dick: Where are you?

I change his name every once in a while. It was Norman texting me.

"Who is it?" Kaye leaned in and grunted.

"He didn’t text any of us—" he started, but as if on cue, his phone started ringing.

"The first message was for her. My brother is weird," Kaye added before accepting the call and putting it on speaker.

"Where are you all? That’s not fair," I heard Norman complain for the first time, but there was a playful tone to it.

I quickly gave Kaye a look, silently asking him not to tell Norman anything yet. We’d need to talk about this in private, not in front of a whole community of Alphas who already hated me. They didn’t even know my name properly and had a habit of accusing me of always causing trouble with the Alphas.

"We had to drop Helanie home. She wasn’t feeling well," Kaye said casually.

As soon as he said that, I heard Norman briskly walking on the other end of the call until he reached a quieter area. His footsteps were so heavy.

"Why? What happened? Did someone say something to her? Damn it, we should’ve asked someone to keep an eye on her so nobody bothered her," the concern in Norman’s voice shocked me.

Sure, he had been there for me many times, but I always thought that was because of his brothers—or his sense of duty to do the right thing.