Tasting 297

297–Going Home!

Nora:

“Tell me,” Brody had made me walk back to my room where he confronted me about my statement.

I was sitting on my bed, staring at the wall ahead and in tears. He paced back and forth anxiously,

waiting for me to answer.

“I want to go home,” I finally repeated. I just couldn’t stay here. The air of this pack made me feel

strange—almost as if someone was draining my blood and leaving me weak.

“Even after they kicked you out?” he inquired as he stopped his pacing.

“I know I sound desperate, but the truth is, and you know it too, that I have wanted to stay in my

pack and in my home all this time,” I didn’t even want to lie to him or tell him any tales. The truth

was that not matter what, I couldn’t feel that way towards him when I hadn’t even been rejected by

my fated mates. And now the mate bond had grown stronger. The four brothers were my fated

mates, and none of them had accepted or rejected me. I was breaking down miserably, piece by

piece.

“What about us? I thought we would someday—maybe–” This was what I was afraid of. I wasn’t

given a choice. I had to fall in love with him; that was the only way out for me. And he knew it too. I

had told him I wasn’t in love with him, and he brought me here with that understanding, but now he

was saying he was hoping for more all this

time.

“Brody! You deserve someone better. I can stay here, but that only

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means I have to fake it for you, or else—I will have to wait for the day I do,” I wasn’t sure I was

making sense to him. But I wanted to go back home. This place was not for me. I had nightmares

here.

“Okay! Listen to me. They’ve told me—Lord Atwood specifically asked me not to bring you back,” he

sat down and held my hands, causing my heart to flip inside my chest.

“No! He would never say that,” the delusional part of me refused to believe him.

“Nora! Why would I lie to you? Did you call him? Call Lord Atwood and ask him yourself,” he

insisted, but I hesitated to look away.

“You’ve already called him? What did he say?” he inquired, and I gulped.

“He never picks up my calls,” my voice broke as I answered.

The way he looked at me with such sad eyes shook my heart. He was sympathizing with me

because he knew my so–called family had abandoned me. They didn’t even want me back

anymore.

“Please, just take me back home. I’m sure they’ll change their minds,” I held his hand this time.

“Please!” I was growing ridiculous now. But now that he knew I wanted to go back home, I was

openly expressing my desires.

“You remember what happened with you last time when you were there, right?” he inquired, and I

sniffled. “I don’t care. Just take me back home.” The voices in the air had frightened me. My heart

was spinning around too. In fact, I woke up feeling sick, as if something had shifted in me. As if

something had been completed inside me and was ready to take a new turn.

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“Nora—Lord Atwood would not want me to bring you back. The brothers will lose their minds. They

have warned us not to step back into their pack or mansion for at least four months–” he said,

running his hand over my elbow, but I kept refusing to listen to him.

“Why do you think their girlfriends are here? Nobody is allowed back home,” he added, but I kept

insisting that I wanted to go back. I was scared of staying here. I couldn’t openly tell him because it

would break his heart, but it was also true that there was something about his pack that made me

feel like if I didn’t leave now, I would face the most agonizing time of my life here.

“Please!” As I broke down, he finally nodded defeatedly.

“But I will have to inform Lord Atwood,” he finished, and I shook my head one last time before I told

him what our perfect plan should be.

“We will only inform them when we have crossed the border so that they cannot ask us to return.”

He looked at me sadly, as if I had lost my mind. I was happy now. We were going back home.

“I know what I am doing,” I felt bad that I couldn’t tell him directly that I could feel my need back

home.

My Mates needed me and I don’t know how I knew about it.

“Fine!” he sighed defeatedly.

“But I don’t want you to beg before anyone,” he warned me, showing

me care and I nodded my head quickly to comfort him.

I don’t think I will need to beg anyone this time.