Tasting
Chapter 273

273–He Might Die

Nora:

All the times he showed he loved me desperately, saying he couldn’t bear to see me with someone else—what about that?

Silas!

He said if I wasn’t his stepsister, he would take me to the ball. The one who had never shown interest in any she–wolf had said those words about me. Were those lies too?

“Nora?” Brody gently nudged me awake, and I saw the door he was holding open for me.

I nodded, but first, I turned to hug Lord Atwood one last time and say goodbye. However, the moment I rushed dramatically in his direction, he extended his hand for a handshake, stopping me from hugging him.

“Oh! You’re not even going to–” I nodded my head, hoping he would realize his mistake and hug me instead. But he didn’t do that. I was shocked and so broken. Why bring me here if you’re just going to kick me out and then not even feel a bit sad about it? I noticed Brody gave me a sad smile, probably the only one who had any sympathy for me.

“Oh!” I felt so lost. But then I composed myself and shook his hand. His touch was fatherly to me.

Meeting them was the biggest happiness of my life. But as expected, life always takes back what it gives. Maybe I don’t truly cherish things when I should have. I don’t know.

“Goodbye,” Lord Atwood said, but this time I didn’t respond. I slid into the passenger seat beside Brody, who stayed outside with Lord Atwood to say a proper farewell before rushing to the driver’s side and getting in.

Once the car started, I couldn’t help but watch the mansion with teary eyes. Even when the tears started to blur my vision, I quickly wiped them away to keep seeing the sight of the mansion before it disappeared.

And then it did disappear.

I sank into my seat and stared at the road ahead. The valley of my heart had suddenly gone silent.

Everything felt like a burden. Every minute we spent in the car made me feel like I should have stayed in the mansion. They shouldn’t have kicked me out like that. Leaving without a rejection and now being accepted by a chosen mate—I don’t know what kind of disaster is in the making now.

“We’re summoned by the council. I hope you have no issue with that,” Brody said, and even if I had an issue, it’s not like I could do anything about it.

However, I felt compelled to ask him this question because it was weighing heavily on my heart.

“What if… I have a fated mate somewhere?” I uttered, gulping down with difficulty. My lips were so dry that when I tried to open my mouth wider, they bled a little. I had to rub my tongue over them to moisten them.

“What?” Brody turned to me, then back to the road.

“You know we all have fated mates somewhere. So I want to know–” I paused, noticing the concern in his eyes. Of course, he would be worried. Imagine if my fated mate shows up one day and insists that I accept him. He wouldn’t know that I’ve already found my fated mates, but still…

“Can I be accepted by a chosen mate if I have a fated mate somewhere out there?” I inquired again, and he shrugged before dramatically letting out a sigh.

“If you do that—a disaster would come,” my heart sank, and then he continued, “the chosen mate will die if you choose him while you have a fated mate somewhere out there.”

My eyes widened at his words, shock gave me goosebumps, and my body turned cold.

Does that mean if I accept Brody, he will die? But then why the heck was he agreeing to it?

“You need to stop–,” I muttered in shock, but I couldn’t finish the sentence as we arrived at the council’s office.

“Brody–,” I watched his face with concern, wondering why it didn’t bother him that he might die if I accepted him and had a fated mate out there.

Just when he was about to get out, he saw my face and decided to stay.