Tasting Nora-Pleasing Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 38

38–The Crazy Side Of My Stepbrother 

Nora: 

“Stop staring at my ch*st,” I hissed, and he frowned. 

“I wasn’t. Why the heck are you in my room?” he hissed, looking so threatening that I wondered if I’d made a mistake by entering his bedroom. 

“I need some answers,” I began, “why did you sneak that baby into my room and then try to blame me as a traitor?” I asked, observing him roll his eyes. It might be nothing but a plan that failed for him, but it could have ruined my entire life. 

“You’re fine, so get over it,” he waved his hand and tried to walk away, assuming I’d leave the room. But instead, I lunged at him, grabbing his shirt, causing him to halt and stare at me in shock. I hated when people acted that way after doing something extremely wrong. 

“No! I won’t. You went as far as stealing a baby from your own warriors and then blaming me?” I wanted to yell, but my words came out as a mutter instead. 

He remained silent for a moment, staring at my hands before suddenly grabbing my wrists and pushing me back, pressing my body against the wall and blocking me with his own, 

It happened so quickly that I lost my ability to react. My eyes widened as he pulled closer, his gaze locking onto mine, sending shivers down my spine. 

“Don’t try to disrespect me like that again,” his eyes changed color, red 

39 The Crazy Side Of My Stepbrother 

covering the blue as he hissed, drawing even closer until his face was near my neck, his lips brushing my ear. 

“You do that again, and I won’t hold back. I don’t care what you think of yourself, but you touch me again, and I’ll f**k you like never before,” he hissed, and I closed my eyes, shivering at his threat. 

My cheeks burned from embarrassment as he continued, “and then I’ll kick you out of my bed, making you call me your brother so you feel the shame as you stumble out of my room with your legs barely working from how rough I was in you.” 

As he finished, he breathed heavily in my ear before stepping back. The look on his face as he watched me tear up was something to note. 

He acted as if he had no idea what he had just said to me. I lowered my eyes, sniffing back tears, trying to maintain my composure while gently holding my wrist. 

I’m sure he left bruises on them. 

“I was-” he paused, sounding guilty, but I no longer believed his act, “get the heck out of my room.” Instead of apologizing or trying to explain his behavior, he yelled, causing my body to jump. 

I despised every minute spent in his bedroom. I didn’t even turn my back on him as I reached behind to unlock the door, quickly stepping backward and out of the room. Once I was no longer by his side and he had slammed the door shut, I turned to leave, but tears blurred my vision, causing me to stumble and fall to the floor. 

I didn’t realize whose feet I had landed near until I raised my head and saw Ryker staring at me. I got up, brushed off my clothes, trying to act nonchalant, but a big tear ran down my check. 

“What were you doing in his bedroom?” He didn’t seem interested in why I was crying but focused on my presence there, typical of him and his brothers. 

“None of your business,” I frowned, sounding grumpy as I began to walk away. 

He followed me steadily, and I slowed down, turning to look at him. He still wore a look of confusion on his face. 

“Did you plan that stunt to get me kicked out of the pack?” I asked with a heavy tone. I didn’t want to be affected by Nash’s words, but they wounded me deeply. I didn’t understand why I took such offense to his tone and words when I should have known they spoke harshly all the time. 

“No!” Ryker replied, his face devoid of expression. “Why? Was there a monster baby in your bedroom last night? Or should I say, do you know what happened to the monster’s baby?” He tilted his head. 

“No!” I lied, and when I tried to turn around, he added, “I saw you come back from the woods that night. You left the baby in the woods?” 

“No!” I shook my head, thinking if I didn’t agree, he wouldn’t be able to prove me guilty. However, deep down I was petrified that he saw me leave and return late last night. Even if I deny, he was now suspicious of me. 

“You foolish girl, don’t you know that the baby had a scent–covering herb drenched all over it? And you left it in the woods to be found by its mother?” he hissed, approaching briskly. “That baby won’t be found by its mother. In fact, it might be eaten by wild animals because of you.” 

I felt as though somebody had ripped the soul out of my body. That’s