Tasting Nora-Pleasing Her Stepbrother Mates

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Nora:

After Brody left, I went to check up on my baby.

“Why is the door locked?” I asked the guard outside Roman’s bedroom. I had come straight to his room. I was given two rooms in the mansion and was told I had full authority to decide where I wanted to stay and for how long. But now I was confronted with a lock on the door.

“Ask Brody,” the warrior shrugged his shoulders, clearly not taking my orders seriously.

I rushed back to the other bedroom, the main one where I had my other three children. The minute I inserted the key into the keyhole, the door clicked and opened.

I was able to get inside without any issue. The nannies were actively caring for my babies while being locked in. I believed Brody would only let them out when he chose to.

I held Conan in my arms and smiled at him as I recalled the expression of his father when I was leaving.

“May I leave now?” the nanny responsible for Conan asked.

“You can all go. I will take care of them, but please return shortly because I have to tend to Roman,” I told the nannies, smiling at Conan while the others lay down in their bassinets.

“Oh! About Roman–I used to take care of him, but Alpha Brody took that responsibility from me. So I don’t know who is looking after him now,” one of the nannies uttered, making my blood run cold.

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“What if there is no nanny?” I stammered, but before I could panic, the girl shook her head to dismiss my fears.

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“There is someone. I have even seen Alpha Brody carry Roman around; he would always take him with him for car rides or even long walks while holding him in his arms,” she continued until she received a glare from Mrs. Fisher.

She arrived out of nowhere. I had almost forgotten about her. NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

“Aren’t you talking too much?” Mrs. Fisher shot her a nasty look, gesturing for her and the others to leave.

“You all may go now,” of course, she ordered them to leave. The moment they departed, I turned to question Mrs. Fisher.

“It is true. But why do you look so sad? Shouldn’t you be grateful? Alpha Brody is taking care of your illegitimate child-” she fell silent when I calmly placed Conan in his bassinet and walked up to her.

“What? You think you can scare me?” She wore a smirk on her lips as she challenged me. I, too, took a moment, just one minute, to let her retract her words.

She didn’t.

So I did what I do when someone disrespects me or my children. I grabbed her by her hair, yanking her forward, and slammed her head against the wall. Her skin split open, and blood trickled down

her forehead.

She sat on the ground in shock, her hand pressed against her wound. I bet she was in a state of disbelief because she kept watching me with her eyes wide and tears welling up.

“Say it again,” I threatened, leaning over her,

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“What happened? Why aren’t you talking anymore? I thought you weren’t scared of me,” I hissed, smirking as a tear rolled down her cheek.

“You should be afraid of me. Do you know I’ve developed an obsession? I like the bloody red color on skin,” I hissed, flicking my fingers over her nose and causing her to whimper gently.

“What have you done?” She finally snapped back to reality and tried to stand up. She managed to do that but didn’t approach me.

“Get the hell out of here if you cannot help me,” I stretched my arm out to point at the door, and she jumped.

Then, without saying another word, she sprinted out, leaving me alone with my babies. I carried Conan again and sighed.

“I am sorry. Mommy is not usually violent, but some people-” I stopped talking when Conan let out a little giggle: “Aww! You are so cute. You know, your father has a silly smile like yours. He was so shocked when I spoke to him.”

My smile started to fade at the memory. I was back in hell. What if I stayed here forever? I didn’t think I could.

“And you-” I put Conan down and picked up Nixon. “Your father is such a child. He calls himself a panda–what a muscular guy on the outside but such a softie on the inside.”

I laughed as I recalled the way he jumped up and down playfully.

Then I carried Sven and kissed him. “Sadly, your father is a naughty guy.”

I didn’t want to say anything bad about either of their fathers in front of them, even though I knew they wouldn’t remember it, I just didn’t like to speak ill of them. So I used a rather friendly term for Silas when I wanted to call him an asshole.

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“What have you done? Did you attack Mrs. Fisher?” Janet’s arrival was surprising. I didn’t expect her to show up so quickly.