Tasting
Chapter 429

429–Can I Trust Them?

Nora:

“What happened? You guys were saying something,” Brody smirked at the others as he introduced himself and pulled a chair next to mine. I could barely breathe in that moment.

It took me a minute to snap back to reality and force a smile to greet him.

“Hey, I didn’t expect you to come here,” I said, breathlessly, while the others fell silent.

“What was it that you wanted to tell us?” Nash ignored Brody and leaned over the table, trying to catch my attention.

“Yeah, you were saying something,” Brody wrapped his arm around my shoulder and tapped his finger on my skin. Goosebumps spread across my body. My throat was tightening, growing dry, and my eyes searched for Clara until she appeared with a smirk on her lips.

I should have known she would be the one to bring him here.

“I wanted to talk about Brody being alone, and since the quest is over, I wanted to discuss my departure,” I lied, watching them narrow their eyes at me.

Of course, the brothers were not expecting it. Even Brody let out a cough.

“That is so sweet of you. You were missing me, and see, I arrived,” he said in a teasing tone.

“That’s right. I was missing you,” I replied, my mood turning bitter. Clara continued smirking as she took a seat next to Silas.

The way she gave him a warm smile made me raise my eyebrow at the two of them.

What was going on between them?

“May I have a word with you alone?” Ryker was bold to ask me to step aside from my so–called husband to talk with him.

“Su-,” I desperately wanted to escape from Brody until he placed his hand on the back of mine and said,

“Sure, you can go. I just really hope you pack your bags soon because things are very serious in our pack. Some small matter we set aside–we thought it would be okay, but it turns out–it has gotten bad.” His word choice was deliberate.

He was mentioning Roman.

The way he loosened his grip on my hand and then smirked hinted that it was a warning.

“Shall we?” Ryker asked, standing up, but I shook my head firmly.

“You can say it here. There is nothing to hide from my mate,” I replied, my energy depleted as I declined his offer. He suddenly sat down again but kept his eyes narrowed at my face, much more angrily now.

I was sure his anger wasn’t directed at me, but at Brody’s presence, which was shifting my mood and tone.

“I’m not really in the mood for breakfast; shall we go pack?” Now that Brody had given me a hint, I needed to return home for Roman.

“Sure, hey, why don’t you bring our food to our room while we pack together?” Brody asked the maid, who looked over at the brothers for a nod.

Instead of the brothers giving permission, Lord Atwood gestured for her to follow the instructions.

“Why can’t she eat here then?” Silas groaned under his breath, but it sounded more like a comment than a question.

Brody held my hand tightly as we marched upstairs to my room. The way his fingers were wrapped firmly around mine gave me the feeling that he was unhappy about something.

The minute we entered the room, Brody slammed the door shut and glared at me.

“What was that? What were you going to talk with them about me?” he hissed, keeping his voice low, but his aggressive body language spoke volumes.

“Nothing really,” I lied, averting my gaze as he stood facing me, my back pressed against the wall.

“Oh really? Do you think

I’m an idiot? You were going to tell them, weren’t you? Did you forget I have your children?” He slammed his hands on either side of me against the wall, making me lift my head to glare back at him.

“What happened to Roman?” I asked, my tone bitter.

“You were the one who wanted me to come here because you were getting money for it. Now fucking tell me, did you not care for my children?” The fact that he had told me he would take care of them made me furious. He was such a liar, the type who would say anything–literally anything–to convince people he was a nice person.

“Why don’t you replace out by kissing me? Or maybe–if you want to hold your babies now, you’ll have to have sex with me,” he narrowed his eyes at my face, threatening me while watching my expressions change, I was shocked and disgusted. That’s when I raised my hand and slapped him hard enough to turn his face to the side.

He slowly removed his hands from the wall and massaged his cheek, clicking his tongue and shaking his head.

“Well, that didn’t change my mind. We are leaving, and once we’re in my pack, you’ll see how you get to hold your babies,” he warned, stepping away but stopping briefly to have a word with me. “Oh, and if you’re thinking about trusting the brothers again, think again. I just heard that Silas and Clara are dating.” He shook the ground beneath my feet when he mentioned Silas with Clara.