Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 581

Chapter 581: 581-Going After My Mates

Helanie:

"Just sit down here," I helped him get settled in his bedroom, quickly turned to grab the medicine, and when I turned around, I saw him staring at me.

"You must be in pain," I said, trying to make small talk so the silence wouldn’t get awkward—especially with him watching my face like that.

"I’m not sure what I’m feeling," he started, sounding rough.

"It’s not that I think he betrayed me. But I am worried for him," he said, beginning to take off his shirt so I could tend to his wounds properly. I had a herb that Kaye had told me about in his class. The herb was very rare and mixed with some special ingredients, it could help with healing. But it wouldn’t work as fast as when a person transforms and heals instantly.

Kaye was too weak to transform. It seemed like he had lost a lot of blood, which was why he couldn’t even get up from the ground earlier.

"What exactly happened out there?" I asked, curious. Of course, they had the herb with them. They could afford it, especially since Kaye was the one making it.

"We were both outside, taking a walk like brothers used to do. He was so happy for your success. I was so happy. One of us—I don’t know which one—suggested we take a run around the mountains to let our wolves celebrate it too. We started transforming, but then suddenly Maximus’s transformation began to happen differently. You know how he only becomes a lycan on a full moon and the rest of the time he’s like us, a werewolf? But tonight, his lycan transformation began and I started to get worried. I had to stop mine halfway to help him," he recalled, throwing his head back as he tossed his shirt away, and I got to see the big mark all over his chest.

It didn’t seem like Maximus had any sympathy when hurting his brother. He seemed to have used all his strength to attack him.

"That was in the backyard?" I asked, and Kaye nodded.

"I freaked out but I couldn’t leave him behind. In my head, I was sure he must be hungry and that he somehow never attacked us before. So I offered him my blood this time. But when he started to drink from me—he wouldn’t stop. I had to push him off and that angered him. He attacked me, Helanie. My brother—my best friend—attacked me," he closed his eyes and grunted under his breath.

As soon as I touched his wound with a cotton swab, his body relaxed instead of tensing up, and his eyes shot open. He looked me deep in the eye as if he wanted more.

I had to constantly and awkwardly keep looking down to avoid making things weird between us.

I was mentally and physically with his brother now. I wouldn’t ever do anything to upset or hurt Norman, and the sad part was that even if I did, Norman would never let me know.

Which is why I have to be very careful. He had given himself to me after years of hunger; his trust in me must not break. I will not let him down.

"And then he came in and attacked a maid. His hunger isn’t dying down, and that’s not good," I said, applying the ointment on his chest. I was trying to keep myself together, but the agitation in my body from being so close to him felt like it was because our mate bond was still very much alive.

In that brief moment, I realized that this full moon, I wouldn’t be rejecting Norman—but his brothers. It would be the right thing to do so my wolf wouldn’t flip-flop between the brothers. That would be disrespectful.