Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 71

Chapter 71: 71-The Two Angry Trainers

Helanie:

"Let me handle her," Norman whispered to his brother, hands on his hips. He was wearing a white sleeveless shirt and a pair of gray jeans. His hair, damp yet springy, fell in casual waves across his forehead.

The strands bounced even more as he strode toward me, gesturing for me to step aside so we could speak in private. But I didn’t obey his silent instructions, forcing him to stop directly in front of me, his back shielding me from the view of the other students.

"And what are you here for now?" he asked in a low, gruff voice.

"To try my luck one last time," I replied, a bit too eagerly. After all, he would soon be my trainer at the academy. I respect him and want a good relationship with him as a teacher and a student.

"Huh?" He squinted, as though struggling to grasp what I meant. I guess I needed to explain myself better to him.

"I said—" I started to repeat, but he clicked his tongue sharply, silencing me. _{freewebnøvel.com}

"I heard you. Now tell me why you think you’ll get another chance when the rules clearly state you’re out. The other candidates who lost left already, so why are you still hanging around?" He pointed at the ground for emphasis before placing his hands back on his hips, standing tall and imposing.

I would think twice before provoking him again, especially when he was letting his wolfish side show.

"Because I have this." Stepping back from him slightly and positioning myself within view of the crowd—just in case he tried to snatch it away—I held up the red card.

He stared at it for a long moment, then hissed under his breath.

"What... what is this?" His voice was almost a growl, teeth clenched so tightly I half-expected his jaw to snap.

"My stepbrother gave it to me," I replied without shame, boldly invoking his brother’s name, knowing full well he might not approve.

The others nearby leaned in, straining to catch our conversation after seeing the card in my hand. Though they couldn’t hear us, they understood what the card signified: one last chance.

"Did you... beg Emmet for it?" Norman ran his hand through his hair, visibly anxious, as if I had somehow stolen his brother’s kidney.

"No! He gave it to me himself," I insisted, my tone growing harsher before I quickly softened it, catching the look Norman shot me. He obviously didn’t appreciate me speaking back to him so sharply.

Maximus, who had been hanging back, finally gave in and joined us.