Helanie:
At this point, Norman had noticed . I walked into the living room awkwardly and turned to the brothers.
"Is Kaye okay?" I was so hurt with myself for hurting him. But there was no other way. I had to ask him for rejection.
He couldn’t wait for and chose Kesha, but he wanted to not even be able to make a decision for myself.
"He is fine, probably going through so stress. Don’t worry about it," Maximus spoke nicely to , but he was trying to keep his emotions from showing too clearly.
"It happens with the strongest of creatures," Emt responded, making Maximus raise his brow at the subtle admiration for Kaye’s strength.
However, while these two were reassuring that Kaye would be fine, Norman was watching my face with narrowed eyes.
That look he was giving made my stomach churn and twist.
"Alright, you two go ahead with Kaye at the hotel room. I’ll finish my work here and join you guys."
I didn’t know they had taken Kaye out of the mansion.
Why couldn’t he rest here?
Why did he have to be away from everyone?
Emt and Maximus started walking away, and before leaving, Maximus gave a smile that reassured I didn’t need to worry about anything.
But how could I not worry when his brother was eyeing up and down? And now that we were alone, he was going to confront .
"So, Helanie," Norman stretched his neck. "Why don’t you show what book you’re reading these days?"
What a subtle way to ask to move my ass back to my room so he could confront comfortably.
Charlotte, my mother and Emma were on the second floor, looking at the damage Kaye had caused. They had maids working for them while they bossed them around rudely—at least Charlotte was.
I walked back to my room with Norman following , and once inside, Norman was the one who slamd the door shut.
He stood tall and broad, hands on his waist, eyes fixed on , demanding answers.
"Start speaking," he ordered, looking intimidating.
"About what?" I acted like I was unaware of what he was trying to ask about.
"I am asking you about Kaye. You and Kaye—what is going on between the two of you? And before you think about lying to , let tell you sothing very clearly," he spoke so sternly that I didn’t dare piss him off or interrupt him.
"I saw you two kiss back when he took the students to the rooftop of our mother’s pack."
My eyes widened at his words, but he didn’t seem angry about that kiss. Or was he?
I thought that the day he found out there was anything going on between and his brother, he would kill .
"Yeah, I saw it," he repeated, watching the shocked expression on my face.
"So start talking," he hissed.
I lowered my head and took a deep breath, wondering if there was still room left to lie. If he had seen with Kaye, seeing with Maximus would be even worse.
"Yes! We had a mont—more than a mont," I paused as I recalled how I had opened up to Kaye.
I really thought taking slow steps wouldn’t be breaking the promise. But I forgot that everyone wants their mate to accept them so they can move forward.
"Keep talking," he pressed, his hands still on his waist. He had barely moved.
"I—have felt the mate bond with Kaye soti ago, and he accepted ."
I watched his expression change suddenly and drastically. It wasn’t just surprise on his face—it was like he had been stabbed with sothing poisonous. He looked so worried.
"You have felt a mate bond with him too?" he inquired, clearly very disturbed.
"Yeah—" I paused when I finally caught on to his question. "Too? What do you an?"
I noticed how he closed his eyes once he realized he had ssed up.
"Norman—what do you an by—" I gulped as I watched him run his hand through his hair.
Did he know about the Lycan?
"Tell sothing—this couldn’t be why Kaye was losing his mind tonight. What did you say to him that made him so angry?"
He was able to divert the subject, but this was also important for to explain to him.
"I asked him for rejection," I noticed a frown form on his forehead, "so that I could move on."
It was getting ssier.
He kept pacing back and forth like this could turn into a big problem.
"Helanie—you are choosing soone else over Kaye?"
His question was thorough, but there was aning behind it.
He seed very confident that was why I had asked Kaye for rejection and not because Kaye had chosen Kesha.
"What do you know, Norman? You can’t just keep bombarding with questions and not tell anything you know." I had enough of it. He had been interrogating all this ti.
Every ti we would et, he had a bundle of questions for , and I answered most of them—so with lies, and most with the truth.
"I don’t know anything, but Goddess, Kaye must be in so much pain," he uttered, pacing around the room and acting like he didn’t hear ask him sothing.
"Tell sothing, and this ti, be honest," I muttered, because this ti, I wouldn’t be stepping back from him. He needed to answer truthfully and correctly.
He stopped moving and narrowed his eyes at for my question.
"Are you the Lycan?"
As soon as I asked that question, the lines on his forehead disappeared as if he wasn’t expecting that question to be thrown his way.
"Helanie! You’ve lost your mind," he groaned, rolling his eyes. "I will go take care of my brother."
As he was heading toward the door, I voiced again, "I felt the mate bond with that Lycan."
I wouldn’t hide it from him. He wouldn’t talk about the Lycan, so I knew he wouldn’t be telling anyone about and the Lycan.
In a very cold and calm manner, he turned to and replied, "I know."
Then, he walked out of the room, leaving stunned by his response.
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