Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 8

Chapter 8: 8-The Stepsister I Didn’t Want

Emmet:

When I looked up again, she was gone. I had to shake my head and blink repeatedly to even comprehend what had just happened. But my mind was hazy in that moment.

"Mate?" I squinted into the distance, my steps unsteady. Did I just feel a mate bond with someone?

"No!" I frowned. "Or did I? But—I don’t have a mate. I cannot have—a mate—" I was mumbling to myself when the alcohol I had consumed clouded my mind, and the next thing I knew, I was falling and sleeping peacefully on the cold ground.

"Emmet!"

"Brother, are you freaking kidding me?"

The persistent calling of someone while holding my hand indicated only one person. He was always the one who would find me and take care of me.

"Emmet, come on, get up. Let me take you to your room," said Norman, my sweet eldest brother, who seemed to bear the world’s burdens on his shoulders. Even now that we were grown up, he still looked after us.

"Ermmm?" I raised my brow the moment I opened my eyes, smiling at him as I sprawled on the ground.

The look of sheer concern on his face made me feel guilty. He shouldn’t have to babysit a grown adult.

"Let’s go," he said, sounding tired, as he helped me up and put my arm over his shoulder.

"I should have come back home sooner. I was kind of stuck dealing with the security of the academy," he explained, letting me know why he hadn’t found me sooner as he usually did.

It made sense why I had spent the entire night in the corridor outside. Usually, he finds me almost immediately and brings me back to my room. But now, morning has arrived.

"Just please take a shower and get to the breakfast table. Dad has been asking about you these past few days. You don’t want his attention on you, okay?" He helped me to my bed and gently ran his hand through my hair.

"Hmmm," I nodded, my face buried in the soft pillow.

"Now come on, get up!" I heard him say one last time before he walked out of the room. My bedroom was on the other side of the mansion, making the corridor a passageway between the mansion and my bedroom, or the one I had moved to. My official bedroom used to be on the top floor of the mansion, but it was so far from the corridor that I felt disconnected from the memories that had kept me going.

As I forced myself up, I grabbed a black suit and another white shirt before deciding to take a shower. I had been drinking for some time.

Even when I passed out from excessive drinking, I usually recovered from the hangover pretty quickly. Maybe turning 23 wasn’t so bad after all. Being an adult gives you the power to choose your battles.

After showering and putting on a new suit, I stood before the mirror and ran my hand through my long, curly brown hair, styling them in a loose manbun with stray tendrils.

I had heard that some things had been happening in the mansion, but the past two days had been so rough on me that I couldn’t focus on anything. I hadn’t been around anyone.

Now, I was all set to leave my room to face my father, but before that, I hid a small bottle of rum in the inside pocket of my coat.

"Your Highness," a maid bowed and giggled even as I walked past her with my hands in my pockets.