Tasting
Chapter 300

300–Pregnant For My Stepbrothers

Nora:

He laid me down on the bed that was all clean but had someone’s scent on it. I didn’t say it out loud, but I felt like one of the brothers had been using this room.

I wondered if they had finally thought to get rid of me.

“I will get you some food and also replace out what Lord Atwood meant about the case,” he uttered, getting up and quickly leaving the door.

I remained lying before I jumped to my feet once feeling slightly better and twisted the ring on my finger.

“Akira! Tell me what is going on?” I asked her, and she went silent once again. She couldn’t even let out a proper murmur anymore. I had this very bad feeling that something was not right with my body. And then I remembered I hadn’t had my periods, and I thought it was because I was stressed out.

I made my way downstairs and saw April and Natalya rushing out of the mansion like their tails had been set on fire. I found it odd.

Were they hiding when we arrived? Because I know they must have arrived before us. However, I was focusing solely on my own problems now and spoke to the guard, “Can you please get me some stuff?”

Since Brody has told me that everyone who needs something will need to the guards to get for them, I knew what I needed to do.

“Sure, let me know what you want,” the guard uttered.

I gave him a list, but it mainly had just a pregnancy test on it.

I didn’t want it to be true. So much was going on, and being pregnant right now would be deadly for me.

“Can you also tell me where the brothers are?” I asked the guard before he could leave.

“They haven’t come back for some time. Only alpha King Silas did before he too left and they are planning to leave for training very soon for even months,” the guard informed before he turned around and left.

So they were gone for now. I thought they must be partying or enjoying time with their girlfriends but the guard shocked me when he told me that the brothers hadn’t even returned in some time. But why?

I waited at the door, and after some time, the guard returned with the brown package. I took it and then walked back upstairs and into my room.

Now that I peed on the test and waited for the result, I couldn’t help but recall all my interactions with my mates.

I had sex with every one of them, but with Silas, I had sex only two days ago. So he couldn’t be the father. Then who could be the father? “No! I am not pregnant,” I shook my head, comforting myself, “there is no way I am.”

I knew I shouldn’t be.

I was certain until I was no longer. The test couldn’t lie. The next few minutes were the deadliest for me.

My gaze was fixed on the pregnancy test in my hand. And then the dreaded moment arrived when it revealed the result.

“Two lines!”

My heart sank in my chest as I realized the implications of this.

I was just a teenager, an omega with a dormant wolf from The Red Storm Pack. Taking on the responsibility of a child whose father was one of my stepbrothers would be punishable.

“This can’t be—I can’t be pregnant,” I muttered, stepping back and collapsing onto the bed while clutching the test. I couldn’t fathom that I was carrying the pup of one of my stepbrothers. The most agonizing part was not knowing which one.

My heart throbbed at the thought of the upcoming months. How would I face the pack? And my stepfather, who had taken me in and even bestowed his name upon me despite our lack of blood relation?

And this was how I repaid his kindness? By sleeping with his quadruplet sons and getting pregnant by one of them?

“But they are all my mates,” I lamented, burying my face in my hands. and dropping the test. Despite being my mates, none of them had made. our relationship public. They kept me close, hoping that one day they would convince their father not to sign my adoption papers and make me their mate.

But then, one by one, they decided to end our relationship and forsake our mate bond.

“How do I tell them I’m pregnant?” I wondered aloud, taking a deep breath and gazing at my reflection in the mirror beside the bed. As my heart and mind swirled with concerns about the future of my child and myself, the door suddenly burst open, with warriors storming in.

Their guns pointed at my face as they rushed toward me. It was so sudden that I couldn’t get out of bed to defend myself. Before I knew it, a warrior had me spun around in bed, his knee pressed against my back as he handcuffed my hands behind me.

“What is going on?” I uttered in confusion, my voice breaking as I had not seen warriors break into my room and look so charged before.

“You are under arrest for the murder of a pack member,” he hissed, almost shouting. The others began searching every corner of my bedroom, making me feel exposed.