Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates Chapter 325-It Was All A Lie

Helanie:

"What is this?" I asked, watching Norman’s face. He looked arrogant even when he had brought sothing that ant a lot to .

"You don’t recognize the sweater you wore literally every day?" Of course, he had to ruin the mont with his rude tone.

"I know, but this was—torn. I left it in the woods," I held the sweater in my hand, looking at it and asking Norman.

"Is it still torn?" he asked.

"No! But—did you get it fixed?" I was so shocked, seeing it look so new, as if it had never been worn before, but I knew it was my sweater because my mom crocheted it herself.

"Thank you—," I couldn’t believe he was doing sothing nice for .

He awkwardly looked away and said, "I only got it fixed because I didn’t want you to say I’m the reason you don’t have your sweater now," he scoffed.

Although he always ruins the mood, this ti, I was okay with his behavior. He did sothing so sweet for .

"Well, you’re very right. I would’ve blad you," I joked, and he grunted like a tired old man.

"Norman! Are you the lycan?" I had to ask him, as I couldn’t live with this anxiety anymore.

Every ti I ntioned the lycan, he gave the sa look. The look of confusion and shock.

"Why are you talking about him again?" he whispered while looking around at the warriors.

"They’re far away. They can’t possibly hear us. But I need to know the truth," I insisted once again.

"Because if you don’t tell , I’ll keep looking for answers. And I don’t want to accuse soone innocent in the process," I watched him grunt at my words.

I had completely pushed Emt out of the suspicion because I rembered the first ti in the mansion on the full moon night. He was pretty much human that night.

I knew it was just midnight, so he could have been leaving for transition, but as much as I knew, the lycan transformation happens instantly. So whoever is the lycan leaves before midnight, not afterward.

It occurred to a little late, but at least it did, and now Emt was safe from the accusations.

"Tell ," I stomped my foot in annoyance. Norman gave in and grunted out of reflex.

"Yes, I’m!"

As he glared down with his response, another shock hit , leaving stunned.

"Does that an—you’re my mate?" The minute I reminded him of what his confession ant, he gasped and stepped back.

"Huh? No!" he stepped further back and then shook his head vigorously, but before he could react, I did.

"Ew! No!" I let out a yelp beyond my control, and it kind of made him stop in his tracks and walk back up to .

"What do you an by ew? Am I ew to you?" With his hands on his waist, he muttered, biting the words as he spoke them.

"I an—it’s you! You are not—please tell you are not a lycan," I insisted, losing my mind.

Anyone but him.

I did not want him to be my mate at any cost. Even if it ant I had to go to war with the lycan.

He pressed his lips tightly, his face turning red from anger, and then muttered, "Oh well, I’m a lycan. And a very angry one. Make sure you lock your windows tight tonight because I will co and drag you by your ear and leave you sowhere far away so I don’t have to see your face again." He pointed his finger at , the tip actually touching my nose, and then he scoffed as loudly as he could.

"And this—you need to pay for it. I didn’t do it for free," now that I had upset him, he had lost his mind. He pointed at my sweater and then demanded money from .

"So I get you as a mate—" I pretended to gag, "and now I have to pay for my own sweater too?"

He was getting angrier and angrier at my comnts. And I couldn’t help but keep pushing him.

I was devastated too.

"And you think I’m happy that you’re my mate? I have a perfectly fine girlfriend that I love desperately. It would be a downgrade to be fated to you!" He scowled while throwing his hands in the air and rubbing his temples.

"Then let’s reject each other, so we don’t have to live with this feeling of filth from our mate bond." I thought he would be happy to get rid of , but I guess I had touched his ego—sothing I didn’t want to do. I just wanted him to reject , and that was all.

"I will not do what you want to do. I will do it my own way, and since you ssed up with my head, bye!" He waved his hand, so angry that he could barely say anything properly.

"Hey!" I called out to him, but he left. There was sothing weird about him confessing to be a lycan.

He didn’t seem too serious, like it was nothing. And I was trying to cope with the news in the most hilarious and codic way.

What would happen now?

I didn’t want him as a mate. And it made realize how important it was that I finally ca clean to Maximus about everything. He deserves to know about my past, those alphas, his brothers, and even the lycan being my mate.

"Okay, I’m going to do it tonight. I will be honest with him, and if he still wants to believe and accept , I’ll be happy," I took a deep breath and then left my room.

I knew while I was arguing with Norman, Maximus had left for his room.

I strolled through the living room, avoiding eye contact, and made it to the second floor. I don’t usually co here a lot anymore, but once I was outside Maximus’s door, I realized tonight was a special night.

My instincts led where I needed to be to know the whole truth.

"Yes, mom, I was calling you, but your beta said you were in the bathroom," Maximus had his mother on speakerphone.

I realized it was the wrong ti until his mother spoke up.

"Yeah, I was. Tell , is Helanie buying your act of you being in love with her?"

My heart sank in my chest—not just at her question but also at what he responded with.

"Yeah, mom. I told you I’d let you know when there’s progress. But rest assured, she is in love with and has fallen for my lies."