Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates
Chapter 586-His Possession

Chapter 586: 586-His Possession

Helanie:

"Norman is here," I heard someone yelling from outside, breaking the tense eye contact Darcy and I were sharing. Darcy rushed ahead of me—obviously trying to act like she cared. I’m not saying she didn’t, but she was so cruel she forgot about her own sons while trying to put me down.

We both left the room to speak with Norman. I also needed to tell him about Jessica. Darcy reached him first while I slowed down and then stopped completely behind everyone.

"Where are Kaye and Maximus?" his mother asked after hugging him first. Her hands were on his chest, her fingers lightly wrapped over his jacket.

"I couldn’t find them," Norman replied, not even looking down at her. His eyes hovered around until they landed on me. Then he gently removed his mother’s hands from his chest and pushed everyone aside to come to me.

"Are you okay?" he asked, and everyone went quiet. I heard some whispers—some confused about why he cared about me when I was the one who had stayed home, safe and sound.

"I told her," I said, my hands clenched tightly in front of my stomach. He quickly held them to comfort me.

"I know. I saw her run out," he replied, his hand reaching for my cheek to touch it, but I winced in pain.

"Should we go after her?" I asked. His eyes stayed on my face like he was trying to read something there.

"No. I sent the warriors after her," Norman’s tone had turned harsher as he kept pressing his thumb gently over something on my cheek. "Who did this?" he finally asked, sounding more upset.

"Did what?" I asked.

The maids and others began to walk away, but Darcy came right up to us and slapped his hand off my face.

Norman closed his eyes like he was trying to calm his anger before gently holding my face and turning it toward her.

"Did you do this?" he asked his mother, his tone firm.

"Oh, no! But someone else did, and it’s not like Helanie didn’t deserve it," Darcy hissed, a mocking smirk on her lips.

"Jessica hit you?" Norman asked, turning me toward him by holding my arms.

"It’s okay. She was just angry," I said. As soon as my hands landed on his chest, his mother’s eyes narrowed at me.

"It’s not okay. How the heck did she think she could hurt you, Helanie? Why didn’t you slap her right back?" he yelled, even shocking me.

"Norman, you’re asking her to hit your childhood friend?" Darcy kept interfering, ruining the moment. Her constant talking was just making him more frustrated.

"A childhood friend is not more important than my wife. The fact that Jessica found out I marked Helanie—did it not occur to her that Helanie must mean a lot to me?" Norman was now yelling at his mother, whose jaw was hanging low.

"Norman, you’re not saying—" she had to stop when Norman cut her off.

"That I love Helanie. And Jessica—she’s not allowed near our mansion ever again. Tell her to get ready to have her royal beta status questioned," I didn’t expect Norman to lose it like that.

"And I’m calling my warriors to return home. If you feel so sorry for her, go search for her," Norman added, saying it to his mother, whose eyes kept widening in shock.

"Norman—," I tried to get him to understand that Jessica was hurt, but he was such a stubborn man.

"I will not listen to you. She shouldn’t have hurt you. She crossed the line, and I don’t give a damn if she felt betrayed. She was forcing her friendship on you so she could use it like chains around your feet. She did this to herself. She knew from the beginning I didn’t like her—I didn’t want to marry her. So let’s not talk about all that betrayal nonsense," Norman was yelling so loud, I started to get scared of him.

His face was red, the veins in his neck bulging, and his fists clenched.

"Calm down. Don’t forget how much Jessica has done for us. You’re taking it too far—like you were waiting for an excuse to push her away for this blonde," his mother hissed, giving me a look full of disgust from head to toe.

"Good. That’s exactly what I wanted. Happy now? Because if you think I’m going to explain myself to her, you’re wrong. I’ve been trapped with her for years. I had to pretend to be happy, and she knew it. But now that I’m happy—really happy—everyone around me is upset. Why is that? Why can’t Norman be happy?"

The little crack in his voice made me hug his arm, and the tension in his body started to ease.

"Norman—" Lady Darcy started again, but Norman raised his hand to silence her.

"I’ll be in my bedroom with my wife. I’ll start research again, but in the meantime, the warriors are looking for Maximus," Norman said, trying to walk away when he added, "I got in touch with Kaye earlier. He told me he’s doing fine and will keep searching for Maximus. If you really care about your sons, go check on Emmet."

Norman didn’t even look at her as he let her know what a mess the brothers’ lives had become. Then he held my hand and pulled me with him upstairs.

Once we were in his bedroom, he sat me on the bed to put medicine on my cheek.

"Norman, it didn’t even hurt that bad," I sighed. He had been pressing his lips together tightly the whole time.

But suddenly, he lowered his head and sighed. "I’m so sorry. It’s not even about the pain, Helanie. It’s about disrespect. She had no right putting her hands on you. I don’t want her around you again. She needs to learn to respect others. Ugh! I want to drag her here so you can slap her... I want it so badly."

He made me smile with how childishly he wanted to make things fair. But at the same time, I was smiling because the way he used to care for his brothers before—that’s the same way he was now possessive about me.

And I liked it.