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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

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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

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why Nash was so relaxed. He must have known. He only pretended to care and give me advice.

That’s why someone left the baby in my bedroom, thinking they would retrieve it without the monster

sniffing out the scent and also get rid of me. It was a good plan until I thought I had control.

“Okay! Well, jokes on you. I didn’t leave any baby in the woods. I just left to get some fresh air,” I

lied, but I was shaking at this point. I hated that I was under investigation.

“Hmm, okay, then there’s no need to worry even if it gets eaten,” he shrugged, stepping back,

making me feel guilty. But I couldn’t tell any of them the truth.

“I’ll be heading back to my bedroom then,” I stuttered, almost tripping as I made my way downstairs

to the second floor where my bedroom

was.

However, I had already come up with a plan as soon as I locked my door.

“We have to go find the baby tonight,” the worry had etched into my heart, and I had decided to

make one more trip just to ensure the baby was fine.