Tasting Nora-Pleasing Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 152

152–It’s Getting Messy 

Nora: 

Throughout the entire car ride, I couldn’t help but wonder why he called me a liar. What did he mean by that? I just couldn’t believe my eyes. His stare was off. It didn’t hold the same kind of love and 

affection for me as I had seen before. I shook my head and turned to look outside the window to forget about that comment. Maybe he made 

that comment because he was too drunk? 

Once we got home, I didn’t rush to my bedroom. In fact, I stayed behind Silas as he laid Cain down on the couch in the living room. “Stay here,” Silas pointed his finger at Cain as if he would run away if not told to stay. Silas ran into the kitchen to get him some lemon water while I stood before Cain, who was sprawled on the couch with his head leaning back and his legs spread out. Even his arms were spread across the couch. 

“Don’t just stand here and ruin my mood. Get out of my sight,” he commented harshly without even opening his eyes. 

I narrowed my eyes at him in bewilderment. This is not how he had ever spoken to me. What did I do wrong? “Cain? What are you saying? 

Why are you being so rude to me?” I couldn’t hold it in anymore. He 

was making it seem like whatever was bothering him was related to me, because he spoke nicely to his own brother. So why be so disrespectful to me? 

“Huh! Nora! Don’t force me to say anything. Just leave me alone for some time,” he grumpily folded his arms over his eyes, his request. sounding more like a threat to me. 

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“But why? What have I done?” As I continued, I watched him lower his arm from his eyes and give me a deadly glare. 

The hair on the back of my neck stood up and I flinched in shock. “Why are you being like this with me?” I asked again, this time locking eyes with him. 

“He’s drunk!” Silas intervened, clearly unaware of why his brother’s rude behavior was so shocking to me. He handed Cain the lemon water, and Cain drank it while deliberately avoiding looking at me. It was as if Cain wanted to ensure I knew I was the reason for his erratic behavior. 

“Listen, you need to go take a shower. Dad will be home soon, and we have things that need our attention,” Silas patted Cain’s back, who grimaced. He was clearly in a very bad mood and had also hurt me. I don’t know if I’ll forgive him easily for acting like such a jerk after drinking so much. 

“Hmm!” Cain grunted and got up, slowly making his way upstairs. “The keys to your studio are near the vase.” Silas yelled after him, and Cain raised his hand in acknowledgment. 

“What happened to you?” Silas sighed, observing me standing there with a sad expression on my face. 

“He was being so rude.” I murmured under my breath. 

“That’s normal. Usually, when alpha kings drink, they act like that. Don’t take it personally and go grab yourself something to eat. Today has been a big day, and it’s still not over,” Silas rolled his eyes, wearily slouching back on the couch. 

“What’s going on with the pack? And what does Dad want to talk about?” I felt like a guilty person trying to pry. 

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I had a feeling he must have received a call from the principal. 

“About the pack, of course,” Silas shrugged. 

It was no use speaking to him since I could tell he had no clue what had happened at school. I went back upstairs, wishing to have another talk with Cain and ask him what had been going on, but he had 

actually locked his studio door for the first time. All these signs were scaring me now. 

Once in my room, I paced around and didn’t even let Akira out. Maybe I had been very careless all these days. In fact, so careless that I forgot why I was here in the first place. I needed protection and help. But look at me, I got myself into so much trouble now. And if the pack members and the council believed Natalya’s words, even the brothers might face hate. 

Soon, I heard some noises downstairs and realized they had gathered there. I rushed out of my room and found Cain leaving his studio as well. He was dressed all in black, his hair was wet, and his steps were still a little wobbly. It was surprising how quickly an alpha king recovered from a hangover. 

“Cain!” I called out to him, but he avoided me and continued walking downstairs as if I didn’t even exist. 

I hated being treated like this. 

“If I’ve done something wrong, just tell me,” I insisted, walking closely