Tasting Nora-Pleasing Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 96

96-Oh! I Am Doomed
Nora:
“From my bedroom?” I frowned, scanning their faces one by one. as they gazed at me, awaiting a response.
“There’s no way. I didn’t take anything. Maybe you misinterpreted the scent,” I hastily defended myself.
I don’t know why, but they took his words seriously. He could be mistaken too. Werewolves are good with scents, but they can also make mistakes in recognizing them until the scent is of their mates, accepted and marked by them.
Those scents are easily recogr le unless some spell is used to hide the scent.
“Because I can never be wrong about smells like these,” Silas uttered, locking eyes with me and challenging me.
I glanced at Lord Atwood, who seemed lost in thought, and then. at Cain and Nash, who were staring at each other. Maybe I should’ve focused on getting to know Silas better.
Why did he claim so confidently that he could never be wrong? Was it something he had and I couldn’t find out about sooner?
“Anyway, I don’t think Nora stole anything. You must be mistaken,” Ryker jumped in, and for the first time since the argument began, he’defended me with a serious look on his face.
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“Ryker! I’m not just saying this because I don’t like her,” Silas confessed, and my body tensed. saw Nash and Cain glance at me for my reaction before shaking their heads at their brother for being so childish in hating me
“I’m saying this because the scent is extremely strong,” Silas added, causing them all to tilt their heads at him.
“I swear,” Silas grew frustrated, nudging Ryker’s chest.
“What?” as nobody sided with him, he groaned and yelled, “Seriously? You’re all doubting my ability to sniff out scents?” The coldness in his voice returned with a hint of disbelief on his face.
“Wow!” he laughed, almost mockingly, “Then why don’t we go through her stuff and look for ourselves, huh?” Silas folded his arms over his gray hoodie, de ening the eye contact with me.
“Sure! Let’s take a look,” I said but felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked behind me to find Lord Atwood standing there.
“No!” his voice was loud and filled with authority.
“It’s fine. It will help clear my name,” I insisted, but he shook his head again. I wanted to read his mind, but before I could even try, he explained his insistence himself.
“The fact that they keep coming back with accusations and then go through your stuff every time is disrespectful. If it hadn’t happened before, I would have let it happen this time. But I didn’t bring you here to keep giving justifications and be uncomfortable,” his eyes held a glint of guilt for not being able to protect me entirely.
But what he wasn’t aware of was that it was due to his
protection that I survived here for so long. The bullying I faced in the hostel and school in the initial days was so bad that I reckoned about running away and living in the woods so many times.
I’m glad I didn’t because I didn’t f**g know there were monsters lurking around in the woods.
“So, we just do nothing about it then? The fact that I am so certain I can smell the stuff from her room?” Silas seemed to be more affected by the fact that his power was doubted.
I could hear the frustration too because that sample was very important to them. I don’t know why he had it, but it could be because he was the pack’s healer, in other words, doctor. He would run tests and do all s of healing stuff in the pack.
“Dad! I don’t mind,” I uttered, because I had a feeling if I didn’t let him go through my stuff, he would do something crazy, and then we would regret it.
He seemed ready to barge into my room himself.
“Let him go through it. If he’s insisting, he must be onto something,” Nash suddenly changed sides, patting his brother’s shoulder.
I wasn’t surprised. I didn’t have that deep connection with Nash anyways. It was still nice of him to even side with me till now.
“Dad! Let him do it. It’s about his work. He can use that sample for anything–you know, right?” Nash turned to his dad again, insisting once more as Silas stood in his spot, his eyes staring at me with so much hatred that I wished Lord Atwood allows it.
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At least this way, he will be cleared about me not being the thief.
“Fine, but we will all go there, and I will be the one looking through the stuff,” Lord Atwood once again upset Nash and Silas as his words implied that he was afraid they might do something ridiculous to label me as a thief.
We all began to walk in my room’s direction. And now that Silas had mentioned it so many times, started to sniff a little harder. But there was no foul smell. However, Silas seemed even more confident once the door opened, and he stepped inside.
The look of confidence on his face somehow scared me.
“You should start from there,” Silas pointed his finger at my closet. My heart began to jump up and down as I realized it could be him who had left mething in my room.
They tried to trap me last time, but I was wise enough to not let it happen. What if this time, he has succeeded?
His father walked over to my closet and looked over at me for permission. As I nodded my head, he opened the closet door and started going through it. Throughout the time, I held my breath.
I was certain something bad was going to happen until Lord Atwood turned to us and smiled.
“There is nothing here.”
Oh, the sigh of relief I let out. I straightened my back and regained my confidence, but then Silas shook his head at his father and pointed at the closet again.
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“What about the under space of the closet?” he inquired after sniffing from afar a little.
His father frowned and gave him a stern look, “Why would she keep anything here–” as he bent down and ran his hand under the closet, the look on his face changed.
It was quite apparent that his hand had come in contact with something.