Maximus:
"I’m sure it will all be fine. I will be able to put my word through, and my brother will understand." I stared at myself in the mirror, trying to hype myself up for this big step. I knew why Norman didn’t want Helanie to marry Emt, and that was because he thought if she did marry him and later found out that he was the one who pushed her into the well, she would be angry with herself and with us. Because she wouldn’t want to marry soone who had done that to her. But I was wondering, what if Norman wouldn’t be okay with marrying her either? Then what? I had supported him against Emt. So what if he did the sa to ?
Would I be able to defend myself? And then there was this issue, what if Helanie didn’t want to marry ? She did seem like she was kind of done with all of us. Or maybe it was just because she was going through a lot, with her new identity and everything.
"She’s a rmaid," my wolf excitedly uttered.
"Yeah, yeah, I know what you’re thinking," I groaned at him. He had been telling how eagerly he was waiting for our next intimate session because he wanted to do it with a rmaid. That was so disgusting of him, but also so intriguing. I knew there were so many layers to Helanie, but I didn’t know there were this many.
I fixed my hair one last ti, shrugged on my jacket, and put on my perfu. I decided to leave the room. That was when I saw Helanie also coming out of the bedroom. She was all ready for the dinner. And honestly speaking, it looked like she was the al for the night, in a beautiful golden silk dress that landed above her knees, with her platinum blonde hair flowing in big curls.
She looked like she had walked straight out of heaven. She started walking toward the staircase while I watched her like a hungry beast. As she walked past , she snapped her fingers in front of my face without even looking at . It was her subtle way of reminding I was staring too hard. I wanted to say sothing, but then I held back, because even though her action was playful, she did look like she wasn’t ready to talk about anything with or anyone. So I let her walk ahead of .
"Helanie." I couldn’t stop myself. I said her na. She was at the end of the staircase at this point. She stopped and briefly turned around, looking at .
"Did you call my na?" she asked. Of course she had good hearing now. That was another power I noticed she’d gained from her being a rmaid.
"Yeah, actually, I wanted to speak with you about sothing," I said, taking slow and steady steps toward her.
"What is it?" she asked, her beautiful big eyes staring at .
I was holding my breath, I didn’t want her to say no. I was really, really hoping that wouldn’t happen. I hated the idea of her going to Norman’s bedroom every night. It was as if I was just a side object.
"It’s about—" I cleared my throat, stopping mid-sentence.
"What if it’s about—" she began, but I shook my head, and she went silent.
"It’s not about that issue," I said, hinting that I knew exactly what she didn’t want to talk about yet, not until the evidence was out.
"It’s about us."
She frowned slightly. "What about us?"
But thankfully, before I could say anything more, she added, "It’s alright, Maximus. Everything is alright between us. I just need a little ti to be myself again. But I understand everything, and I don’t want to hold on to any grudge for too long."
That was what I admired most about her. She didn’t drag things on. She wouldn’t keep reminding soone of what they had done to her or what they had said. She would get upset, I would apologize, and then she would move on after deciding if she wanted to accept the apology or not. It was just that simple with her.
"I’m glad you said that," I mumbled, "because what I’m going to say next might be a little too much for you," I knew she might be upset that we hadn’t let her marry Emt, or at least that we made her feel ashad for wanting to, and now here I was, asking for the sa thing. Still, I hoped she would understand why we made that decision.
Before I could say more, she continued watching with an anxious look, and Charlotte appeared behind . I figured she had been upstairs preparing for the evening, I’d seen her lighting candles and setting up for the grand dinner.
Suddenly, she twisted her ankle and stumbled. Helanie stepped forward to help, but since I was right beside her, I reacted first. I caught Charlotte, my hand steady at her waist.
She was suspended in the air as I held her, and that’s when our eyes t.
And then I heard it.
The haunting voice I didn’t want to hear.
At that mont, I wondered if I should have let her fall. That would’ve been cruel, but not as cruel as hearing my wolf say:
Mate.
I gulped and helped her up, giving her back her balance, though I also shot her a glare. She looked just as surprised, while Helanie stood at the bottom of the staircase, watching us.
"I felt it," the mont Charlotte said it, I showed her my palm, trying to stop her.
"No, that can’t be," I thought, staring at her with frustration.
"I know it’s strange, but I felt it," she repeated.
That’s when Helanie began walking up the stairs. She was no longer just watching, she wanted answers.
"You felt what, Charlotte?" she asked firmly.
"Nothing. She’s just in pain. She felt it in her ankle," I blurted out, pointing toward Charlotte’s foot, fumbling to defuse the situation. I knew I was making a mistake, hiding the truth from Helanie. Hadn’t I learned by now that she hated when people kept things from her?
But then Charlotte spoke anyway.
"I felt a mate bond with him."
And just like that, it felt like the end of everything I had hoped for.
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