Tasting 277

277–Not Welcomed In His Pack

Nora:

Brody’s warriors stepped ahead and grabbed our bags while the pack members didn’t even move a

muscle. They stayed at a distance, simply watching us. I felt a bit odd, almost getting a feeling of not

being welcomed in their pack.

“Come on,” Brody wrapped his arm around my back, guiding me inside, while my head was still

twisted in the direction of his people. They didn’t even come forward to say a word. Some of them

just stared while the others kept whispering into each other’s ears.

“Aren’t you going to introduce me to them?” I inquired as we entered the mansion, and the sight of

the pack members was blocked.

“Of course. After you take a shower and get ready for dinner. The night is upon us, and we’ve

prepared a huge feast for your arrival,” Brody continued to usher me away from the entrance, which

only made me more curious. Once we reached the second floor, he held a door open for me and

gestured for the guards to unload my belongings there.

It was the second master bedroom, a large space with a beautiful view of the mountains from the

balcony.

“This is so beautiful,” I found myself saying again, thinking I might eventually get tired of praising

how pretty the area was.

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“I knew you would like it. My bedroom is on the first floor. If you need anything, just call for my

guards or—oh, I need to get you a phone quickly,” he said, scratching the back of his neck.

“Your Highness, the royal beta wants to have a word with you,” one of the warriors interrupted,

speaking in a rather suspicious tone, almost as if he was trying to avoid looking at me.

“I’ll go see what’s going on. You take a shower and rest, okay?” Brody gently caressed my cheek

before following his warrior outside. I stayed behind for a few moments, but curiosity got the better

of me, and I couldn’t stay put any longer.

I found myself leaving the room to see if everything was okay. Of course, the way they had all been

looking at me was unsettling. Some gave unwelcoming stares, so I wanted to know if everything

was fine and if they had any concerns about a new addition to their pack.

As I walked downstairs, I heard a bit of a commotion in the living room.

“Why?” It was a man’s voice, someone complaining.

“Rollo, I told you she’s here to stay, and my decision will be respected. She will be respected here,”

Brody spoke softly, but the authority in his voice was unmistakable.

“I don’t get it. What was the emergency? Why did you bring her here before speaking to your pack

members? Do they not mean anything to you at all?” The man kept arguing, making me wonder

what the real issue was.

Was it Brody not informing his pack members of my arrival, or was it about me?

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Did they not want me here at all?

“It all happened so immediately that I wasn’t given a chance to contact any of you. Her life was at

risk; I couldn’t sit back and call you guys to gossip. Is that what you wanted me to do?” Brody’s

voice suddenly rose, signaling that he was growing tired of the argument.

“Then how are you going to convince your people that this

needed to be done? That she’s not here to cause any trouble?” The man named Rollo pressed,

causing Brody to sigh deeply and exhale slowly.

I peeked out from behind the wall to see who this man was. He appeared to be in his early thirties,

with long black hair and a mustache. He was muscular, with a tattoo of a tree vine running from

behind his ear to his temple.

“She’s not a troublemaker. She never was. But she was in trouble. Don’t worry about the pack

members; I’ll have a word with them, and they’ll understand,” Brody shook his head, looking much

younger in front of this man.

“And—you need to make sure nobody hurts her feelings. I won’t allow it, Rollo. No one!” There was

a tense moment of eye contact between them when Brody warned him, perhaps about someone

specific who could upset me.