Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 532

Chapter 532: 532-My Husband Never Sleeps

Helanie:

Norman didn’t say another word after that and rushed into the bathroom to shower and get ready for bed.

I guess he finally realized I was only saying that to get under Charlotte’s skin.

"Was he really ready to do it with us?" my wolf asked, making me lie in bed, wondering what Norman’s next move would have been if he hadn’t figured out I said that just to annoy Charlotte.

"I don’t know. I can never understand him."

Of course, she had seen my thoughts and everything from my memories, but still, we hadn’t talked about our mates like that yet.

"But you tell me about yourself. What name do you want?" I asked her.

I had never been given any wolf connection classes before. Since I didn’t get a wolf at the usual age, they kicked me out of those classes.

"I have a name. And I’m sure you’ll like it," she said. She was such a tease.

But honestly, she had become one of my best friends.

"What is it?" I asked, and she giggled.

"Cora," she said sweetly.

"That’s a perfect name for you," I replied, genuinely happy to be talking with my wolf.

We spoke for a few minutes before I passed out. I was so tired I was already asleep even before Norman came out of the bathroom.

But I was woken up by strange noises in the bedroom.

I sat up with my fists clenched, body ready to fight, until I figured out where the sounds were coming from.

Norman, for some reason, had laid out a mattress for himself and was groaning in his sleep.

Usually, he isn’t a very deep sleeper. It always seems like he’s just resting or lightly napping.

But that night, he was really asleep—deeply.

I reached over to the lamp on the side table and turned it on, focusing on Norman. He looked so restless on the mattress.

I wondered if it was because he felt guilty about the earlier comments and decided to sleep on the floor.

"Norman," I said softly, getting out of bed to reach for him.

He had a frown on his forehead and one hand over his chest, clutching it like he was holding his heart.

"Don’t, I heard him say in his sleep." He was probably having a nightmare.

"The pain—it’s too much—just let me go."

The way he was muttering, shaking his head from side to side, made my heart ache.

"Are you okay?" I asked him, but he was in such a deep sleep that I couldn’t get through to him.

"I would rather die."

He was breathing heavily now, and that’s when I reached out and touched his arm, trying to wake him up.

"Norman—Norman, wake up. It’s just a nightmare."

At first, my attempts were futile. I grabbed his arm and gave him a firm shake.