Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 63

Chapter 63: 63-A Perfect Man!

Helanie:

"I’m sorry," I said, turning around to give him some privacy as he pulled another shirt from the bag he carried with him. Just a few days ago I was deeply hated by these brothers. But now they were taking turns taking care of me? Or was it because they felt guilty or responsible for someone from the shelter attacking the other candidate?

"Did I wake you up? Sorry, I didn’t realize I was being so loud," he murmured softly in his deep, raspy voice.

"No, it’s fine. I... I haven’t been able to fall back asleep since waking up from a nightmare," I admitted, waiting for him to finish changing.

He stepped up behind me, gently tapped two fingers on my shoulder, then walked past. That was his casual way of letting me know he was done.

I turned around just in time to see him untie his hair and give it a quick shake, freeing the loose strands.

"Then let me make you something to eat; you must be starving," he offered, heading to the kitchen and pulling out some bread.

I walked over slowly, taking a seat at the counter while he cracked some eggs and began whisking them.

"Can I ask you something?" I couldn’t hold back my curiosity any longer.

He was so different, so distinct. I wondered why he wasn’t on his brother’s side.

"Go ahead," he said, leaning over the pan with his head lowered but his eyes locked on mine. His large hands rested on the counter, steady and strong.

"Do you have a mate?" Asking him this felt strange, but I couldn’t stop myself.

It wasn’t that I wanted him to claim me—I was just curious. Being acknowledged and loved by my mate was far from my priorities.

Besides, I had felt a mate bond with his brother too. But since it happened only in a dream, and I didn’t have a wolf to confirm it, I might never know what that experience truly meant.

"Nope!" he replied, drawing out the "p" with emphasis.

"And I don’t want to find one. I believe in soulmates more than in a mate bond," he said, surprising me with the distinction he made between the two.

"But... isn’t a mate supposed to be a soulmate?" I asked, watching him as he squinted one eye slightly and shook his head.

"For many, I just don’t believe in it," he said as he began assembling the sandwich. I found myself zoning out.

Could it be that we shared a dislike for the Moon Goddess? Was that why he rejected what she had chosen for him?

"And you? Do you want to find your mate?" he asked, sliding the plate towards me. I stared down at the sandwich and scrambled eggs. They looked delicious.

How was he so perfect?