Tasting

32–Hurting My Ego 

Nora: 

Nash scowled before he flicked my forehead angrily, “Don’t go saying things like that. Why are you so shameless?” he yelled, and I felt pretty guilty and ashamed. 

“Okay, I’m sorry, but please tell me we’re not killing this baby? Please! I don’t plan to keep him here. Let’s just give him some food, and then we can leave him in the woods,” I said, watching him stare at my face for a minute before he rolled his eyes and then nodded. 

“Fine! But just two days,” he held up two fingers, gesturing for two. 

“Promise.” I quickly wrapped 

Purchase completed fingers around his, but he suddenly pulled back again. He always acted like I was so disgusting that he couldn’t even touch me. Not that I wanted him to touch me; that 

would be odd. 

“Just make sure you mask his smell. I don’t want a monster coming to our mansion looking for him and then attacking you,” his slightly concerned tone only brought a smile to my lips when he intervened, “Dad would get mad at me. I don’t want to delay the crown.” 

He shrugged and then left the room. I stayed in the bathroom where the baby monster was and knelt down beside him. 

“I’m so sorry you had to hear that monster talk,” I wrinkled my nose mentioning Nash. I then grabbed a towel and wrapped him up nicely before running downstairs to get some milk for him. 

11.20 

‘Hmm, that’s odd,‘ Akira remarked as we watched the baby sleep and grunt. 

‘What is?‘ I asked. 

“That this baby was born here. Do you think the mother will return? Why didn’t Nash pay attention to the fact that masking the smell wouldn’t do anything? The mother knows where she gave birth,’ Akira hissed at Nash. 

‘I don’t think he even cares. He just wants us off his back,‘ I absentmindedly uttered before fixing the ring on my finger and placing the baby in the closet. I went to bed to rest because I had school in the morning. 

I will get to meet Natalya and ask her what’s up with her. The principal and the pack’s council even had a meeting with her, so I’m assuming she’s living her best life now. 

I woke up almost late because I couldn’t sleep right away last night. I showered and spruced up my room and the bathroom one last time. before heading out of my bedroom wearing a gray shirt and black pants. 

“Good morning,” I approached Lord Atwood and greeted him. 

“My little daughter, sit down and eat something. Don’t go on an empty stomach,” Dad said, but I grabbed a sandwich and took a bite out of it. 

“I’m already late. I don’t want to become the subject of everyone’s mockery by being late,” I replied and sipped from the glass of juice while still standing. 

It was odd that none of my brothers were awake that day except for Ryker, who was my ride. 

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11:30 

32 Hurting My Ego 

“Why? Did Ryker not tell everyone that you are his stepsister?” Lord Atwood turned to Ryker, who gulped hard and then took a big bite of his omelet to avoid making eye contact with his father. 

“We actually didn’t get a chance that day. He’s going to do it today, right, brother?” I don’t know why I enjoyed annoying him, but that’s what sisters do, and I wanted us to remember that we are just siblings. 

“Yeah, of course,” the little relieved sigh from Ryker made me smile 

secretly. 

“Let’s go; we’re getting late,” I then grabbed his silver knife that he had left on the table right beside his food and gestured for him to come out. 

I didn’t even see his reaction and had made my way towards the exit when he stormed out angrily. 

“Just because we had a deal doesn’t mean we’re friends. So don’t ever touch my weapons.” He snatched the knife out of my hands, without even caring that he might have left a cut. 

“Okay,” I frowned, confused why he was in such a bad mood. 

I hopped on behind him and was about to wrap my arms around his stomach when he straightened his back and grunted from his helmet. 

“Don’t touch me,” I narrowed my eyes, but I’m sure he couldn’t see me do that because of my helmet. 

“Then how am I supposed to sit? I need some support,” I complained. 

“Hold onto yourself if you so desperately want to hold something. But you’re not touching me,” odd it was how he was so angry with me this. early morning. I haven’t even done anything. I rolled my eyes and decided to hold onto the back while he hit the road. 

32 Hurting My Ego 

It was the most uncomfortable ride ever. I began to wonder if he did that because he wanted me to be in pain and never ask him for a ride again. 

Once we were at the gate, I took off my helmet and stared at him deeply. I wasn’t going to let him get away today. 

“You need to come inside and tell everyone that I’m a part of the royal family,” I insisted, but more like ordering him. 

“They already know I give you pick and drop services. I’m sure they won’t argue with you,” he muttered, but I held his jacket and stopped him from leaving when he made another attempt to leave. 

“They think we are f**king, is that what you want them to keep thinking?” I placed my hands on my waist and watched his eyes grow bigger in size. 

“What the heck? Why would they think that?” it wasn’t that he was disgusted because I was his stepsister; I wasn’t. 

We had no blood connection or relation; I was just a guest at their house who was given the title of stepsister so that she could secure 

herself. 

He was disgusted because it was me they were pairing him up with. 

“How could someone think I would even–touch someone like you?” As if the nose wrinkling wasn’t insulting enough, he added the statement to hurt my ego some more.