Tasting Nora-Pleasing Her Stepbrother Mates

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281–Such A Caring Guy

Nora:

“What is all this?” I asked Brody as he entered my room, struggling with a huge snack basket and some cold drinks slipping from his hands.

I quickly helped him and set everything down.

“There’s a mini fridge,” he pointed to the corner of the room. “I wanted to fill it up, but we arrived in such a hurry that I couldn’t prepare anything for you.” It was so thoughtful of him to care so much.

“You’ve already made my stay here comfortable, and now this?” It was honestly too much, and I felt guilty for freeloading.

“Nora! Nothing I do for you is ever enough. And please, once again, don’t think you owe me anything. I just want to do all this for you so that you forget–,” he suddenly stopped, almost mentioning my last week in the Red Storm pack.

It was terrible.

“Thank you, Brody. I guess fate brought us together at that party,” the Moon Goddess must have felt a little sorry for me to give me Brody, who could heal my wounds. Because other than him, everyone else seemed to have just forgotten about me.

“Good night, and if you need anything, give me a call, okay?” Brody didn’t even stay behind to ask for any intimate gesture. He just did a kind deed and left the room. After properly

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organizing the snacks in the basket and placing the drinks in the fridge, I sat on the bed in my pajamas and added every contact to my new phone.

After filling up the contacts, my finger hovered over my stepbrothers‘ names. I wondered what they might be doing.

Maybe they were missing me and possibly regretting their behavior at the end. With that thought in mind, I decided to call Lord Atwood.

He deserved an apology from me. He might think I was just a selfish girl who used him for comfort and then ditched him when things got difficult.

I called his number, but he wouldn’t pick up.

“Maybe it’s too late,” I sighed, putting my phone aside and lying in bed. It felt so unfamiliar and not like home. A warm tear ran down my cheek as I stared at the ceiling, missing my own bed. I didn’t want this to be my forever.

I woke up feeling very dizzy and tired. Also, upset. It felt like a part of me had died. I held my phone in my hands and kept staring at it. Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

I wished my brothers would check on me. But since they weren‘ t, I decided to text Lord Atwood myself.

I called him, but just like last night, he didn’t answer. I wondered what was keeping him so occupied that he couldn’t even spare me a text or a call back.

“I should text him,” I said to myself, typing a heartfelt message. In my mind, I couldn’t call this place home, even though I knew

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how comfortable I had been here.

Me: Hello, good morning. I hope you have the best day. I’ve arrived at the pack and met some members too. They’re all nice and even praised me for my manners and good behavior. I told them I learned it from my stepfather. Everyone loves you here; you truly are an inspiration.

The fact that nobody really liked me as his stepdaughter, yet i had to say all these things just to butter him up and get a response, made me feel so sad inside.

But I was determined to do well.

Me: Also, did you take your medicine? I would be very upset if you didn’t. You need to take care of yourself. I’m not sure when I’ll come back, but when I do visit you, I want to find you healthy and in good spirits.

A tear rolled down my cheek as I tried so hard to get a response from him. I was still living in the time when they were loving towards me. When I mattered the most to Lord Atwood.

Times have changed, and he didn’t even want to respond to me, yet I kept going on and on. Tired of being ignored, I finally got out of bed and headed for the shower. I could hear people on the road and outside the mansion. Their lives had begun the minute the sun came up, but mine hadn’t.

I felt so out of place.