Chapter 70 - Her Dangerous Rogue Mates

I tried to slam the door shut, but he wedged his shoe in, making it impossible to close. Groaning, he forced his arm against the door, shoving it open as I took a step back in fear.

“What are you doing here?” I growled at Norman, who didn’t even respond as he barged inside, scanning the room as if I were hiding something. He checked the balcony, the bathroom, even the corners of the room.

“Take a good look, and don’t forget to look under the bed. I might be hiding one of your precious brothers there,” I scoffed, slamming the door shut and crossing my arms over my chest. He halted his search and shot me a deadly glare.

Did he really think his brothers were here?

“Here, sign this,” he said, puffing out his chest as he extended a stack of papers towards me.

Frowning, I took the papers and began to skim through them. They were the academy admission documents. I didn’t understand.

He had been so adamant about keeping me out of the academy, yet now he’d shown up in a rush, practically shoving the papers at me.

“Sign them,” he repeated, reaching into his pocket to hand me a pen.

I just stared at the pen, then at the papers.

“What’s the delay now? You were desperate enough to do anything to get admitted, and now you’re stalling?” His tone was sharp, clearly intended to sound confident and snarky, yet I could detect a slight hesitation in his voice that didn’t escape me.

“You actually want me to sign these?” I raised a brow, fanning myself with the papers. I could tell he didn’t like it; he probably thought I was being disrespectful to him and his precious academy.

“It doesn’t matter what I want. You played the card and passed the test. So sign.” His refusal to look me in the eyes only confirmed my suspicions-he had an agenda.

“Hmm, well, I’m still deciding, so I’ll sign when I’m ready.” I shrugged, extending the papers back to him.

He finally looked directly at me, his face a mix of surprise and frustration.

“You’re thinking about it? Weren’t you the one who desperately wanted to join the academy?” As he stepped forward, it felt like a giant was approaching me. He was tall and broad-shouldered, as were all his brothers, but his stance was even more imposing.

Every time he moved closer, my body instinctively flinched.

“I told you. I’ll sign when I’m ready.” Truthfully, I was ready, but I couldn’t resist giving him a hard time. Considering how opposed he was to my joining the academy, I was beginning to suspect he had a hidden motive for pushing this now. Annoying him felt like the least I could do.

“Helanie…” He clenched his jaw, pointing a finger at me before balling his hand into a fist and pressing it against his mouth, as though reining himself in. “Don’t play games,” he warned, trying to calm himself.

“I’m not. But why are you here? I didn’t know the trainer was supposed to show up at a candidate’s residence just to get a signature.” I folded my arms across my chest, only realizing afterward that my robe was slipping, barely staying in place.

“That’s because… my brothers want you in the academy,” he said, but I could tell he was lying.

“And they know I passed the test. So, what’s the rush?” I was succeeding in getting under his skin, just as he had gotten under mine all these weeks.

“Fine.” He sighed, shrugging as if in defeat. “I wanted to surprise my brothers with your signature.” Could he really not come up with a better excuse? He tried to act cool so he grabbed his phone and unlocked it but I could tell he wasn’t doing anything on his phone. He then slipped it into his pocket.

“But I suppose that’s fine. I’ll just wait here until you’ve made up your mind and signed the papers.” Instead of leaving, he dropped the pen and papers on the table and casually shrugged off his coat.

“Hey, you can’t-be here!” I stammered, feeling suddenly uncomfortable. His brothers were tolerable, but he-he was something else. A man filled with vengeance and negativity.

“Why not? My brother’s paying for it.” He tossed his coat onto the couch and strode toward the raised area. The living room was partially separated from the bedroom by a glass sliding door.

When he dropped onto the bed to rest, my anxiety spiked.

“I’ll call your father and-” I started, but before I could finish, he lifted his head from the pillow and shot me a dark look.

“And tell him exactly what? What am I doing?” he challenged.

I leaned over the bed in haste, forgetting my robe until his eyes widened, and he hissed at me.

“Fucking cover your titties.”

Norman:

The way she rushed at me, completely unbothered by her robe slipping open, left me in shock. The fabric fell apart, exposing her body to me. It felt like committing a thousand sins in just a few seconds. My heart sank instantly, and guilt flooded me.

Inappropriate!

Unacceptable!

I’m a disgusting man. I shouldn’t even be called a man for seeing my stepsister’s body like that. And possibly my brother’s mate?

No!

She’s nothing to me. She’s just my stepsister. That thought only made me feel more revolted with myself.

Her skin was like porcelain, her figure smooth and delicate. Her breasts were full and round, like water-filled balloons that seemed to jiggle with each small movement. And her nipples-they were red, a vivid contrast against her pale skin.

That’s when I jerked upright, feeling the urge to punch myself. Why the hell was I even noticing these details?

I shouldn’t even be alive for picking on the details like that.

“I didn’t know-,” I heard her murmur in embarrassment. By then, she had clutched her robe tightly around herself, so I dared to look at her again, fists clenched.

“Why would you-,” I bit my tongue and turned away. Although she was now holding her robe securely, her exposed image was burned into my mind. Thankfully, she had been wearing underwear, sparing me further torment.

Could this be called trauma?

I thought she was just some random girl. But her body-

No, Norman! You disgusting fool, she’s your stepsister, whether you like it or not.

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