Tasting
Chapter 379

379–Going Back Home

Nora:

I had packed my bags because I didn’t have a choice. They made it clear that as long as money was involved, they could be easily swayed.

“If it were up to me, I would never have let you go,” Brody had been pestering me since last night.

Okay, I mutter the giving my kids one last kiss. I was devastated inside, but I showed no reaction outwardly. I knew those who disliked me would enjoy seeing my misery, so I kept my emotions and feelings to myself.

“No, it’s not okay. After Janet threatened you, I saw the way you looked at me. You were glaring like you’d eat me alive if you could,” he said, trying to grab the bag from my hands, but I shrugged him off.

“Why would I? You two are just like each other. Sure, she said the words, but you would’ve done the same. It’s not the first time someone’s used my children to threaten me and force me to do something,” I shrugged, feeling slightly awkward in the dress I was wearing.

They had dressed me up like I had been months ago. A brown, flowing dress, my hair straightened, and makeup on my face. I didn’t mind, but it wasn’t something I preferred anymore. In my head, I was either taking care of my babies or fighting on the mountains with the mutants, and in both scenarios, a dress didn’t seem like a good or safe option.

I was pretty sure he was happy Janet said what he didn’t have the courage to say to me. He was trying to rebuild his image, but I was now a little skeptical of him.

“Your babies will be fine here,” he said, rushing after me as I left the room with my bag. I suddenly stopped and turned to face him.

“They better be, Brody. If I replace a single scratch on any of my children, you have no idea what I’ll do to you and your pack,” I warned him. My sudden tone made his mouth go dry. He gulped right before my eyes and nodded.

“I would never harm those babies or lose your trust,” he said, but I turned around and started walking away.

Sometimes his jokes were far too dry. He didn’t want my trust to break? What trust? I thought we had already established that he was not to be trusted. My thoughts drifted back to my early days here and how uncomfortable and out of place I felt.

So my gut feeling was right: this pack is where I’ve suffered the most physically. As for mentally, the arrival of my babies had changed everything.

Brody stopped next to the car they had prepared for my journey. After I loaded my bag into the trunk, I paused briefly and turned to look at the mansion. There was a time when I begged everyone to take me away from here, and now I wanted to stay.

This mansion was where my babies were.

“What are you doing, Rollo?” Brody’s voice snapped me back to reality as he questioned his royal beta.

Even I turned to look. Rollo was carrying a bag, looking like he was about to join me.

“Someone has to accompany her,” he replied, tossing his bag into the trunk.

“No! Not you,” Brody’s sudden protest made me raise an eyebrow.

“Why not me?” Rollo stood with his hands on his hips, facing Brody. He was much bigger than Brody, both in height and build.

“Because I’ll need you here with the pack,” Brody hissed under his breath. I knew why he didn’t want Rollo to come with me–he suspected something was going on between us. If he thought I hadn’t noticed how he constantly watched us, he was mistaken. I had been reading his body language all too well these days.

“Then who’s going to keep an eye on her?” Rollo disagreed, shaking his head, refusing to take his bag out of the trunk.

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“Her?” Rollo asked, his tone making me wonder if she had even spoken to her brother before agreeing to Brody’s orders.

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“But she’s my sister, and she never goes anywhere without me. You know how temperamental she can be, and I need to be there to control her tantrums,” Rollo whispered, trying not to let his sister overhear.

“Brother, can I please go?” she approached, clutching her rabbit in her arms, pleading with her brother. He looked at me and then at her before responding.