Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates-Chapter 561-The Accidental Kiss

Helanie:

He grabbed the phone out of my hands and slowly deleted the conversation while I sat and watched him do it.

"Let’s forget about it and never give our wolves the authority to speak," he laughed, finally looking so relieved.

So he was only worried that Jessica would see those texts? The texts that he didn’t even send me—it was his wolf messing with me.

"So, how did you spend your evening?" he acted like everything was fine. But I was not fine. Even when it wasn’t his fault. He had every right to shut me down for being a nuisance.

And that’s what angered me. Why the hell would I do anything like that? Or have any kind of feelings for the man who had made it clear so many times that he only wanted Jessica?

"I had fun. Goodnight." I had enough of my foolishness. I’ll keep my distance from him.

"Hey, what’s the rush? Wait, you were coming to the mansion because you thought I would be stressed out?" He finally realized what I was going to say.

"Actually—forget it, Norman. I’ll head back now," I clenched my jaw as I said his name.

"Why are you—hey, did I offend you?" Hearing his voice was making me lose my mind. I wanted to turn around and punch him in the face.

To kick him and scratch his face for making me foolishly grow feelings for him.

’And here comes the confession,’ Cora sighed.

It was such a messed up way to admit to myself that I was indeed falling for him.

"No! I’m just sad we didn’t meet a few hours ago. We could have rejected each other—ugh! Now I have to wait another month. Poor Jessica, she’ll have to wait another month to be in your arms," I spoke bitterly, arms crossed over my chest.

I was the one in the wrong here.

"It’s not that bad. You’re upset because I said—listen—I wasn’t angry angry—" He was now making excuses because he finally realized he was too blunt when shutting me down.

"Oh, please—" finally, I snapped like a loser who couldn’t take rejection. "I wasn’t really interested in your nudes either, Norman. If I want to see someone, I’ll text Emmet, Maximus, or Kaye—" I was now waving my hands as I stared directly into his eyes.

"But Maximus and Kaye also have—" he shut up because I interrupted.

"Oh, shut the hell up, always reminding me who’s with whom," I didn’t know what got over me, but the rejection embarrassed me.

"Hey, language!" Norman hissed, but I clenched my jaw and gave him the middle finger, watching his eyes widen.

"I had so much respect for you until now," he hissed again as I jumped out of his car.

"Well, nobody forced you. So go back home, coward!" I yelled as I started walking back into the hostel.

"Really? Why am I a coward? I’m not! I didn’t come here because I was scared—it was something my wolf did—" he came out of the car, trying to explain.

"And because I would never want my brothers to think I’m going behind their backs—flirting with you."

I stopped to face him, and he placed his hands on his waist.

"Ohhh! I get it," I nodded my head.

"No, you don’t. Don’t make me seem desperate," he hissed back, not realizing I wasn’t trying to make him feel bad. I felt bad myself.

"I’m not dating your brothers—I have plenty of options, Norman. And I’ll pick from them instead of wasting time on you or your brothers from now on. I’m not anyone’s property, so don’t act like you all have to explain things to each other whenever someone spends time with me."

I didn’t even know what I was rambling about. But his words were now stuck in my head.

I wished he had focused on the fact that I was worried about him, and in return, used a gentler tone when reminding me he loves Jessica and thinks it’s inappropriate when I joke about sensitive stuff.

Or maybe I had pushed him so far that he had no choice but to be rude to me.

"Don’t take your anger out on my brothers. And what do you mean by ’my property’? I never claimed you were," I wished Norman knew when to shut up. His need to always get the last word always left me hurting.

"Because I’m not your property, so you can’t claim me," I argued like a child.

"I never said you were. How many times do I have to remind you, huh? Are you upset that it wasn’t me who sent you that text?"

He suddenly stepped back and watched me with his eyes wide open. I felt so judged. He must’ve been laughing at me inside.

"Tell me—you wanted it to be me, didn’t you? And you were disappointed because I told you I wasn’t the one who texted you? That I’m not... horny for you?"

He said the word under his breath, almost like a whisper—probably because the thought of me like that disgusted him.

"No! I’m angry because you sent me that stupid text and I had to—" I paused, trying to think of a good reason to convince him I wasn’t thirsty for him, "leave Penn behind and come see you."

I watched a frown appear on his face and I knew it was working. "I’ll go back and enjoy my time with Penn since I’m single and don’t owe any loyalty to any of your brothers," I hissed, dragging them since he used them to shut me off.

"Fine, go ahead. I just came here to delete that text," he hissed.

Just a few minutes ago, I thought I was falling for him. It wasn’t true. I would never fall for an arrogant, taken man.

What a desperate bitch I am. Only angry because he wasn’t horny for me. He wasn’t wrong.

I began to quickly walk towards the hostel, and once inside, I slammed the door and grabbed the whole bottle of wine.

This was the first time I was going to drink so much. I gulped it down in one big swallow.

"Easy," I didn’t even know Penn was still awake. But my head was spinning, and I was seeing two of him.

"Hey," he held me just as I was about to fall.

"Are you okay?" he whispered, holding me with one arm wrapped around me and brushing the strands of hair from my face. I tried to stare into his eyes but everything was moving, and all I could think about was moving on.

Call it a drunken mistake, but I slipped and fell straight into Penn. Our faces crashed together, and our lips met in one big mistake. It was just a brief moment—only a second’s touch.