Tasting
Chapter 195

195–The Meek Monster

Nash:

A Few Hours Ago:

I felt sorry for Nora and how she kept getting into trouble left and right. It seemed like she couldn’t catch a break anymore.

“I’m more surprised that we’re mates,” Shan was still fixated on that point. It was indeed surprising, but even more shocking.

“To think we couldn’t replace mates for years, only to discover it’s our stepsister,” he continued, and I sighed sadly.

It was heart–wrenching to recall my father’s words. Nora’s mother had wanted her to be our sister. If it had only been a wish, we might have convinced Dad. But he was convinced it was a deal, and he feared growing sicker if he didn’t keep his promise.

“Her mother is dead though. Dad should understand–,” Shan argued, frustrated that we couldn’t be together with our mate.

“Shan! Do you really think I would have left her if I hadn’t been worried about my father breaking the deal? If that weren’t the case, you would have grabbed her by the back of her neck and kissed her right then and there when I felt the mate bond with her.”

“Let’s have a talk with Dad and see what he says,” Shan suggested, his determination clear on this topic.

Feeling more aroused by her presence now than ever was daunting. I didn’t want to lead her on and then reject her. It would scar her for life.

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“It could go very wrong too. What if Dad demands that we reject her?” I reminded him of the possibilities that could ruin everything.

“And you think hiding the mate bond means we’ve accepted her?” Shan scoffed.

“Well, anyway, she’s dating Brody now. Didn’t you see how she shared a kiss with him?” Even remembering that kiss made my blood boil. I was afraid I would lose control and tear that alpha’s head apart, but I held back my anger because once I let it out, Nora would be afraid of

me.

As I decided to head to the cell to see if he had finally woken up and was ready to speak, my phone rang and I rolled my eyes. It was Daphne again. Ever since I lied to her about not breaking things off, she had been bothering me incessantly for a date or to spend time together. I had managed to dodge her due to pack matters, but how long could I keep avoiding her when she was so clingy?

“Hello, Daphne! I’m sorry, I can’t talk right now, I’m at the prison.” I quickly hung up without giving her a chance to respond.

But of course she called again and again. Her stepfather had been overly concerned about me not showing up to his training ring for the past few weeks. After he called Nora those horrible things and I confronted him for them, I lost respect for him.

I let out a sigh of relief, feeling as though I had narrowly escaped a chase. Now, I headed to the cell to confront the Whistler about the monsters and his motives.

The man who orchestrated the attacks.

He had been unconscious for some time, and each time he woke, he would just sit and silently stare at me. Today, however, I planned to

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reveal a side of myself that I usually kept hidden.

“What is your game? Waking up and not even being useful,” I taunted as I dragged a chair closer and sat down.

He was bound to a chair with ropes soaked in wolfbane, his strength dwindling, and I had no intention of feeding him until he started talking. Any nonsense would suffice.

“I just need one answer: why the monsters?” I demanded, crossing my legs with some difficulty due to the bulk of my muscles.

“You can stay silent all you want, but know that deadlier creatures have begun using the fog now,” I shrugged, watching his interest pique.

“You thought your monsters would be the only ones causing terror. Seems like someone stepped up the game,” I smirked, shaking my foot since his attention remained on my shoes.

“I like your sneakers. I always wanted them but couldn’t afford them,” he finally opened his mouth, talking about his miserable life because of unattainable sneakers?

“I can get you some if you start talking and I don’t chop off your foot,” I muttered, putting my foot down and leaning over him.

“Why are you doing this?” I asked with a deadly look in my eyes.

“Or should I ask, who are you doing this for?” I pressed him again, getting straight to the point.

There had to be a reason he wanted everyone to suffer so badly that he had somehow tamed the monsters and summoned them to harm the she–wolves of our pack.

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He locked eyes with me before a broken smile spread across his lips. “My daughter!”

I frowned in confusion because I hadn’t expected that answer.

Maybe if he had asked for money or a higher rank, I might have believed him. But then he gestured for me to come closer to him.

With my eyebrow still raised and confused by his response, I leaned in closer, and he whispered in my car, “She doesn’t want her daddy because he’s a weak man who wanted her to be strong. She wants a strong family, so she refuses to come back to daddy.”

My body was covered in goosebumps, and countless questions raced. through my mind. “Who is she?” I asked out of curiosity.

He chuckled slightly and then shook his head at me. “You know her, probably very well. She’s no less than a monster herself but chooses to play meek,” he evaded revealing her name, and then his eyes began to roll back into his head. He was having another one of those seizures.

“Guard!” I yelled for assistance, and soon guards rushed in to help. I was now filled with curiosity and anxiety to understand what was going on. However, it was already 5 am, and I needed to return home and rest.