Tasting Nora-Pleasing Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 178

178–Hand In Hand With My Boyfriend 

Nora: 

His lips tasted like cherries, soft and gentle as he held me close. We had been kissing for the past few minutes, lying in my bed, our hands exploring each other’s bodies. I don’t know what came over me, but the more we kissed, the more memories flooded back of how Cain had treated me before he abruptly ended things. 

A tear burned my cheek, catching both of us by surprise. Brody pulled back to look at me. “Are you crying?” His reaction was immediate, sitting up and gently holding my face in his hands. 

“No, I’m fine,” I lied, trying to turn away from him. 

“Something’s bothering you, Nora,” he insisted, taking my hand and. rubbing the back of it. “You seem different, and I don’t know why.” 

“It’s really nothing. Sometimes I just wonder if I’ll ever have a stable family,” I murmured softly, realizing my words were barely coherent ast Brody studied my face, waiting for me to explain. 

“It’s nothing. Lunch must be ready,” I sniffled, rubbing my hands over my face. I rolled out of bed and held my hand out to him. He hesitated before taking it, walking with me out of the room. As we left my bedroom, I noticed someone else was coming downstairs. 

Cain. 

He barely acknowledged me until he saw I wasn’t alone. I watched as he side–eyed Brody before continuing downstairs. Walking together with Brody and Cain ahead of us felt incredibly awkward. We all sat 

down in the living room where lunch was being served. I tried to smile often for Brody; I didn’t want him to feel insecure because of me. 

As I looked around at everyone, I also noticed the absence of Sials. 

Life is so strange. 

The two I used to find annoying were now the ones I looked for whenever I entered any room in this mansion: Nash and Silas. 

“Did you find something you liked in the store today?” Nash asked cheerfully. He had been so kind to me that talking to him had become 

so easy now. 

“I actually picked a gown of Brody’s choice,” I mumbled, and Lord Atwood clapped his hands excitedly like a teenage girl. 

“This year’s ball is going to be very special. All my kids will be attending,” Lord Atwood exclaimed, his teeth gleaming. 

“Not everyone is coming. Silas refuses to go,” Cain sighed, lifting his head from his plate to look at his father. Since I sat so close to Lord Atwood, his gaze sometimes landed on me. 

“He doesn’t have a girlfriend, remember?” Ryker commented. The brothers were back to their usual routine of bickering or making jokes. Of course, they were happy in their lives. I was the one suffering the 

most. 

Or maybe I should just go back to my normal self as well. The only 

question was, 

How? 

“He can still come,” Brody spoke up. The brothers refocused on their food, which annoyed me. I remembered how Cain defended and 

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supported his supposed mate. Why couldn’t I do the same for Brody? 

“Can he really?” I turned to Brody, showing interest in his words. 

“Yeah, there will be other single people there. It’s the evening of love; he might find someone,” Brody smiled at me, understanding what I was trying to do. 

“Brody’s right. Silas should reconsider,” Lord Atwood chimed in. 

I noticed Mia, the omega maid, lingering around. It was the first time she caught my eye. 

“By the 

way, you didn’t tell me what you’re wearing,” I said to Brody, who smiled charmingly. 

“It’ll be a surprise. In fact, I’ll come pick you up myself,” Brody whispered, ensuring only I could hear. 

“Dad! So, what’s been happening at the pack’s border?” Ryker’s question made Brody and me stop talking and turn to Lord Atwood. 

“Why, did something occur?” Lord Atwood’s response was strange, almost as if he didn’t know what his son was referring to. 

Did Ryker start that conversation just to silence us? 

The rest of lunch passed quietly. After Brody finished eating, I took his hand and walked him to the door. Instead of leaving, we strolled in the garden for a few minutes. 

“Can I ask you something?” I inquired. This question had been on my mind for a while now, and I had meant to ask him several times before. 

“Sure, you can ask me anything.” Brody had his hands in his jeans pockets, his jacket slightly askew. 

“Do you live with your cousin? I mean, with Natalya and April?” I murmured, instantly turning my head away. 

“I do.” 

“Oh, okay! “I floundered in failure. I didn’t want to acknowledge that. Or maybe I did. But why was he staying with them?