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390–Harsh Questions

Nora:

We left the school and got into the car in silence. Nash was the one driving while Silas sat in the

passenger seat with his brother. I had rushed into the back seat before either of them even sat

down.

“So,” as Nash cleared his throat, I lowered my head and took a deep breath. I was mentally

preparing an excuse. What would I say when they asked me about babies?

“You did April pretty dirty,” Nash continued, and I nodded my head, straightening my back and

raising my gaze to look at him.

“Yeah. I am scared Ryker would punish me now,” I joked, looking outside the window. But when the

silence grew thick, I turned my head to them. and found them sharing glances at my response.

“Why would he? Didn’t you hear that he had broken things off with her?” Nash sounded almost

defensive.

“Oh, yeah, but if he was still dating her, he would have kicked me out of the pack again, wouldn’t

he?” I shrugged.

The way they exchanged glances every time I spoke made me wonder if they were noticing the

change in me. I guess I needed to tone it down a little. I was not someone who always responded

sarcastically, so this new attitude must be a lot for them. To keep a low profile and avoid getting

them on my back, I had to revert to my old ways.

“I mean he cared about her a lot,” it was just a statement after a whole storm, and I thought it might

save me.

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They didn’t say anything, and I thought I had perhaps gotten them off my back until they suddenly

stopped the car in the middle of the road.

“Why are we stopping here?” I inquired suspiciously as Silas got out, then walked all the way to my

side and opened the door for me.

“Come out, we need to talk,” he said, jerking his body and placing his hands on his waist, looking

ready to confront me.

“What is it about?” I steadily got out because the two were standing around the door as if I would run

away if they didn’t block me.

I now faced them, and Nash slammed the door shut behind me, making me lean back against the

door since they didn’t seem to budge out of my way.

“What is going on with you?” Silas was the one who took the first step.

“What? Did I do something wrong again?” As I spoke sarcastically, Nash pointed his finger at my

chest, indicating that this was exactly what he was talking about.

“You have changed. And I get it that time has passed, but it has been only a few months. There is

no way someone can change like that. And you let Brody have another mate?” Nash hissed, placing

his hand on the roof of the car and leaning over me.

Oh wow, I haven’t seen those eyes in so long.

“That is a situation between my husband and me-” Before I could add anything more, Silas

interrupted.

“Husband? When did you two get married?” He too placed a hand on the roof of the car, almost

similar to Nash. Now I had their arms extended over my shoulders from both sides.

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“When we were leaving-” Their presence was really intimidating. It confused me as well as shocked

me. Since I had changed and started fighting the mutants, I faced Brody and the others with much

more confidence.

I thought that would be the case with the brothers too. But screw them! I am in front of them, and I

can hear my heartbeat again.

And I hated every second of it.

“That was not a wedding. It was just an acceptance, and I know for a fact that he didn’t even mark

you, and you haven’t marked him. So tell me, when did you get married? And how the heck did you

call it a marriage if you haven’t even marked him yet?” Silas tilted his head, his eyes fixed on my

empty neck.

“It’s not like the mark would be visible,” I rolled my eyes.

“Nora! I am serious. Got it?” He bobbed his head, showing me how annoyed he was that I wasn’t

answering his questions. “I can tell you are not marked.”

Even though he said those words almost under his breath, I was pretty sure they left Nash in

confusion. A mate can tell if their partner has been marked, but I was wearing a ring, so I could use

that excuse.

“I am wearing a ring, my magical ring. I’m sure you won’t be able to see the mark when my wolf is

sleeping,” I shrugged, but he stubbornly shook

his head.

“You weren’t wearing any ring on that battlefield. So tell me, what kind of wedding did you have

without marking each other?” Now he was really getting on my nerves because, after so long, I was

speechless.