Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 84

Chapter 84: 84-Teen Crush Or A Crushed Teen!

Helanie:

"No! I’m roommates with girls—one of them is—" Lamar had already dialed a number to complain about us. Our moods soured the moment we discovered he was our roommate.

"At least give us a third girl in the room with us," Lucy whispered under her breath and he grumbled, still avoiding looking in our direction. Without another word, he walked straight to the balcony door, heading to his side of the bed. The minute he saw it was us, especially me, his face turned pale. I wasn’t very happy either.

Sharing the space was going to be difficult—both the bathroom and the balcony doors were on his side of the wall.

We awkwardly stayed silent as he opened the balcony door and stepped out in a rush.

"Gosh! This is so frustrating. Why him?" Lucy slapped her forehead, her disappointment written all over her face.

"Did Gavin—?" I started, worried about whether he had been able to settle in. We should have talked about him already.

"He did, but he’s not my roommate. I thought we’d get someone nice," she said, looking utterly dejected. I understood why. Having Gavin as a roommate would have been amazing compared to Lamar—the infuriating troublemaker.

I hated him so much, and now I’d be forced to see his face every single day.

"And you know—I can guide and scold Gavin, but Lamar? I just hope he doesn’t leave the bathroom a complete mess all the time," she added, sitting on the edge of her bed, stomping her feet anxiously as if her thoughts were spiraling out of control.

"Which room is he in?" I asked, happy for Gavin that he’d gotten a spot but sad for Lucy that they wouldn’t be sharing one.

"He’s on the fifth floor," she said, checking her phone and frowning at the screen. "With some girl named Jenny and her brother Penn."

I wasn’t sure how to console her. Before I could think of anything, Lamar came back in, stretching his shoulders and arms. Then, he cleared his throat, clearly about to address us.

"It’s no secret that we don’t like each other," he began, his tone flat and disinterested. He wasn’t even looking directly at us.

"Yeah, because you were always arrogant to everyone—and then you tried to kill me," I snapped, folding my arms across my chest.

"Right. I did that too. So let’s just not talk to each other and stay out of each other’s business," Lamar shrugged. I couldn’t argue with him—I didn’t want to communicate with him either.

"But we wanted to befriend you so badly—" Lucy, who usually struck me as a gentle and caring soul, rose dramatically from the bed, placing her hands over her heart in mock sincerity.

Even Lamar seemed taken aback by the sudden shift in her demeanor.

"Annoying!" he hissed before swiftly escaping the room.

"Well, I guess it won’t be too bad. Boys don’t tend to hang around their rooms for too long," Lucy commented casually, as if her sudden change in attitude hadn’t just startled us both. Perhaps being accepted into the academy had given her a newfound boost of confidence. Apart from that, she wasn’t wrong though. Lamar never stayed in the shelter either. He was always out and about. Besides that business of bringing hostesses to the bars, it kept him occupied most of the time.

"By the way, you should start unpacking. I’ll bring my stuff in gradually and then start setting it up," she added cheerfully, her enthusiasm unmistakable.

I glanced at my single bag, still untouched. I hadn’t even bothered to open it yet. I nodded at her suggestion, noting that she’d already unpacked one of her own bags neatly into the closet.

"Oh, and is anyone coming to meet you this Sunday? It’s a family meet-up day. I’m so excited to have my family around!" Lucy placed both her hands on her heart and sighed dreamily.

"Umm, let’s see." I quickly looked away, pretending to inspect the room as though I hadn’t already taken it all in. Truthfully, I just wanted to avoid this topic.

"Hey, I forgot you’re a rogue. But that doesn’t mean you don’t have a family, right? You’re so young, and—you live in the wild. I just assumed you had someone with you," she said, watching my face closely for a reaction.

"If you don’t want to talk about it, we can drop it. We’ll discuss it whenever you’re ready. As for this Sunday, you can join my family for the feast. You’re going to love them, and I know they’ll love you," she added with a cheerful giggle.

I couldn’t help but feel happy for her. She was lucky to have such a loving family—and to love them just as much in return. Unfortunately, I couldn’t say the same about my own.

Gosh, my father. He had told the alpha he killed me and buried me, just so he could avoid admitting I had run away. He didn’t want to lose the money he got from the pack. He probably thought his daughter would die in the wild anyway, so why not save himself the trouble?