Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 594

Chapter 594: 594-I Am Their Mate

Helanie:

As soon as Lady Darcy started coming at me, Emmet raised his hand to stop hers from hitting me. He did it without looking up from the ground.

"We don’t assault anyone here," he hissed at her, pushing her back and then fixing his coat. He didn’t even look at her and walked between us, with Kaye carrying Maximus on his back.

"My son," she started breaking down at the sight of Maximus.

"Helanie, don’t just stand there and wait for her to throw a tantrum at you. You are not responsible for this, so you shouldn’t be shouted at," Norman’s yelling brought her attention back to us. She was trying to walk after Kaye, but Emmet shook his head and spread his arms out to stop her.

"This girl did this, do you not see it?" She didn’t yell this time but used a softer tone to accuse me.

"We don’t have time for this. Maximus could be waking up any moment. We need to get him ready for his awakening," Emmet said under his breath, checking his pockets for his small alcohol bottle.

"Norman and Helanie, why don’t you two help us?" he asked, not even looking at us. He was so out of it that, while his words made sense, his body language didn’t match at all.

And the fact that he asked us to join made us realize he had only agreed with Kaye earlier to stop the argument and quickly get Maximus home.

I left Darcy behind, who was fuming, and followed Emmet and Norman into the basement. Unbeknownst to me, Darcy was sneakily walking right behind me.

Once we were in the basement, my heart skipped a beat at the sight of the cage and chains. Norman and Emmet got inside the cage to help Kaye chain up Maximus. While they were doing that, Darcy stepped forward to stand right beside me and get my attention.

"Only you can help him with the pain," she whispered, making me give her a side-eye. I didn’t trust this woman.

"My sons are cursed. They have been. All my life I prayed either they wouldn’t find their mates, or if they did, their mates would be brave enough to help them with their curses. Sadly, they didn’t find their mates before this disaster happened—when you marked my son. You see, Norman was the strongest of the brothers. He was meant to carry their pain for them. That’s why he wasn’t supposed to have a mate. But then you marked him, and my sons’ curse got worse," she said.

"Any random mate marking Norman wasn’t supposed to hurt the others. Only his fated mate could cause that. Now think about what I’m saying," she tilted her head, her eyes staring straight through mine. _{frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓}