Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 501

Chapter 501: 501-Shame Is A Huge Word

Helanie:

"Helanie, what are you doing here?" Norman asked, slowly pulling his hands behind his back.

"He forgot about me because he decided missing Azura was more important than being there for me," I stated, my voice breaking. Why would he do that to me?

"He must have forgotten, you know what he’s going through," Norman tried to explain, but I shook my head—I wasn’t going to be fooled by that reason.

"And he only remembered Azura? He told me he forgets about people when they’re not around him. Azura hadn’t been around for years, yet he remembered her?" I was feeling so drained and useless.

"Helanie, we should wait for him to wake up and then let him tell us what happened. Don’t assume the worst," Norman was, of course, taking his brother’s side.

"Let me see," I held my hand up for him to give me the pictures, and he shook his head.

"You’re not doing that to yourself," he mumbled, not handing over the pictures.

"Norman, give me the pictures," I said, using a firmer tone, and he stood tall, like a statue.

"I’m ordering you to give me the pictures," I screamed, stomping my feet like a child—so worked up that I didn’t care if I’d be punished for my behavior.

"Norman—" I warned him, but he didn’t listen.

"I should’ve known you’d always take their side," I hissed and turned around, crying hysterically and loudly as I ran out of Emmet’s room. I hated Emmet, I hated Norman, and everyone else.

While crying, I kept running toward the exit—because screw them, now I was free. Once I got to the gate, I saw the warriors closing it.

"Open the fucking gate," I hissed, realizing Norman had already called them to stop me from leaving.

"We’re sorry, but the young rogue king told us not to let you go. He said you’re too angry and the outside isn’t safe for someone who’s upset," the warrior said, stealing glances as he noticed how furious I’d become.

"Ugh," I screamed under my breath.

That’s when I saw one of the warriors whisper into the other’s ear, and they opened the door just a little—for someone’s arrival. It was Kaye, holding Maximus.

Maximus had his arm resting over Kaye’s shoulders as he carried him. The two stopped, and their eyes met mine.

Maximus lifted his head from where it had been hanging and slowly removed his arm from his brother’s shoulders to straighten his back. His eyes briefly scanned me, noticing my dress, and then—it was like the realization hit him.

He suddenly looked so down.

But Kaye, on the other hand—I noticed something cold in his eyes.

"Is there a problem?" Kaye asked his warriors.

"Why is she crying?" Maximus managed to say quietly. It seemed like Emmet hadn’t just let me down last night—he even forgot that if he didn’t want to marry me, he should’ve been with Maximus, giving him blood.