Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates
Chapter 611-Sadly, Emmet!

Chapter 611: 611-Sadly, Emmet!

Helanie:

"Please eat something. You’re still very weak," Norman insisted, sitting in front of me on the bed and holding a bowl of soup.

I had woken up a few hours ago after another big nap and had managed to shift and begin healing. But the inner wounds would take a lot longer. I would still break down now and then when I thought about my child.

It had only been three days and I kept waking up and passing out.

"I went there to help Emmet out," I started speaking again, not about my baby this time, but about why I was there in the first place. Norman deserved to know.

My baby was his baby too. I was supposed to be resting, or at the very least, I should have told him where I was going. That’s why I needed to tell him everything that happened that night. I wanted him to understand why I didn’t tell him, and why I was even there.

"He was in so much pain, and he didn’t have much time. He told me about the well and how it heals when the sick drink from it in the presence of their mate. I wanted to be there for him, but the well was dry."

Even thinking about that night made it hard to speak. It had only been a few days, but it felt like I had suffered for ages stuck in that well.

"Why didn’t you tell me? Did you think I would stop you?" Norman caressed my cheek, his eyes filling with tears.

"No. Emmet made me promise not to tell anyone. He didn’t want to give anyone false hope. And he was right. The well was dry. He couldn’t have healed. I don’t even know how he’ll feel when he finds out that the well he was relying on is—- gone."

My heart broke again, and tears poured from my eyes like lava at the thought of watching Emmet lose his mind, his memories— everything.

"Are you mad at me?" I asked, wondering how badly I had hurt him by not taking better care of myself.

"Of course not. You didn’t do anything wrong." He set the bowl aside so he could hold my hand between his.

"Norman, I know what happened. Somebody pushed me into the well," I said, and he raised his head from my hand, staring straight at my face.

"It was really windy that night, so it might have felt like I slipped, but I didn’t. I was pushed. I was forced to go down." I repeated myself, and I saw Norman’s expression slowly harden.

"Where is Emmet? Is he okay?" I suddenly remembered that he was supposed to be there that night too. Had someone attacked him as well?

After I woke up, Kaye and Maximus had come to check on me and comfort me. But I never got to see Emmet.

"He’s not okay. He’s lost his memory. He caused chaos the very day you were missing, so we chained him in the basement. But when we brought you home, we took him to Mom’s place. She wanted to look after him until we figure out how to help him get his memory back," Norman explained, but his voice was dry, like there was more going on in his head than he was letting on.

"Why did you let her take him away?" I asked, slowly straightening up against the pillow.

"I wanted to take care of you here," Norman replied, stealing his eyes away from me.

"Norman, what’s going on? Why did you send him away? We can take care of him. He shouldn’t feel like he’s a burden," I said. I didn’t like the fact that they sent Emmet away when he needed us the most.

"It’s alright. He’ll be much better there. She’s his mother. If she wants him, she can have him. I’ll be checking on him and helping in every way I can," his subtle way of avoiding eye contact threw me off.

"Can’t we go see him? I want to see him, and I’m sure seeing me will remind him of us," I insisted, not even sure why I was trying so hard. But I felt like we had let Emmet down.

He had been losing his memory little by little, and we hadn’t done anything to stop it. We let him slip away and what hurt the most was that I was the one who promised to help him remember.

"I don’t want you to meet him," Norman said in a very stern and cold voice.

"What? Norman, I’m not meeting him to cheat on you," my mind instantly went there, but Norman quickly shut down those thoughts.

"I’m not jealous. He doesn’t remember you. He’s been attacking everyone. What if he attacks you?" he asked harshly, getting up from the bed and staring at me.

"Then you’ll defend me, and I’ll defend myself. Haven’t we done that for Maximus too? Norman, what’s going on with you? If you’re not jealous and your only concern is my safety, let me reassure you I won’t blame you or him if any harm comes my way."

"You don’t get it," he said, pacing with his hands on his waist. "Would you seriously forgive him if he hurt you?" He then stopped and looked at me.

"If he forgot everyone, would you blame him for attacking us? He must be scared, lost, and think we’re attacking him. He doesn’t know us," I tried to explain, and that’s when Norman nodded his head.

"But you won’t get too close to him. He’s my brother too, and I love him, but there are some things I just can’t get ready for." He stopped talking and waved his hand to show he was ready to take me to his mother’s pack.

We didn’t need permission anymore. I was the Luna Queen of the North—a duty I hadn’t even started to take on yet.

I quickly got dressed to meet Emmet. I had lost so much, so I wanted to do something right to feel happy again.

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