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Nora:

“And then fold the laundry before you rest,” Mrs. Fisher was really harsh on me. I wouldn’t call

myself spoiled, but it was unfair that she would throw all the chores on me just to watch me suffer.

Now, my condition was even more dire with a baby in my belly.

I gave her a nod and finished ironing the clothes before standing by the table to fold the laundry and

even plan the next day’s chores.

It was painful and exhausting, but at least it helped take my mind off most of the crazy thoughts I

had been having. Sadness would overwhelm me if I wasn’t working. Hence, Mrs. Fishers giving me

work sort of worked in my favor. But when night arrived, I desperately wanted to cuddle with

someone who loved me and sleep in his arms.

I shook my head to cast off the thoughts and continued with my chores until I heard someone’s

footsteps behind me. I didn’t turn around; his cologne was still fresh in my memory. He used to

comfort me once, but now he had become the biggest hurdle to my happiness.

Even my most basic wish of going to the doctor had been ignored by him for two weeks.

“After you’re done with this, change my bedsheet,” Brody hissed in a low tone. I didn’t turn around

but responded with a nod. I didn’t argue with anyone anymore. My own mental peace meant

everything to me.

“I don’t get it,” he began, starting the conversation himself after I didn’t beg him to let me go to the

hospital.

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“Why are you so keen on keeping this baby when it’s just causing you humiliation? And think about

when you give birth. What then? That baby will be a reminder of the man who fucked you and then

didn’t step forward to accept you,” he briskly came to the front, facing me. I was tired, exhausted

and craving rest. And here he was, talking about acceptance and bullshit.

He was wearing a new brown jacket and a white shirt, and his hair seemed freshly cut too. He was

living his best life while mine had changed drastically.

“Tell me something.” I uttered, sighing and raising my head to meet his gaze, “are you doing this

because you think I’m carrying my stepbrother’s baby?”

I wanted to know why he was showing so much hatred toward me.

“That’s the problem. I’m not entirely sure. But the day I am, I will suggest you kill this baby,” his

words shook the ground beneath me, even though he had expressed his desire for me to abort the

baby before. “But I’m not certain whose baby this is. I have my own fears, but whatever at least

you’ve promised to help my pack gain the reputation like your ex–stepbrother’s pack,” he finished,

though I noticed the way he mentioned my mates.

“Oh, you didn’t know?” he raised his brow, smirking slightly at my reaction. “They have completely

discarded the idea of ever seeing you or accepting you as their stepsister. Lord Atwood also

mentioned that you’re no longer his stepdaughter, and they won’t be signing any papers,” he

shrugged. “See? This is what they do. They were bored, so they decided to have a little sister, had

their fun, and then tossed you aside.”

His words hit me like a silver bullet, but I kept my composure and

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promised myself not to shed a tear.

“What are you here for?” I asked, knowing he hadn’t come to see me in a week. He had told Mrs.

Fishers to give me a hard time so that I’d remember these days and hate the man who got me

pregnant.

In return, I was beginning to hate him too.

“If you still want some respect–maybe after you give birth–you can come to me and beg to be my

side piece. I’ll give you and your baby enough to stay happy,” I didn’t know he could be such an

asshole.

But the way he clenched his jaw was a sign that he wanted to hurt me with his words. He wanted

me to know how angry he was with me.

“You don’t have to wait for my decision. I’ll let you know right now- as promised, I will fight and battle

with the mutant werewolves, and in return, my baby will get to stay with me and receive proper care.

That’s the only thing I will ever need from you.”

I finished, and his face hardened.

“And you think that is all a woman wants in her life?” He made me raise my brow at him.

“How do you know what a woman wants? Trust me, I want anything but a mate or a boyfriend. I’m

done with craving love and affection. Body heat and intimacy is only to fulfill lustful desires,” I

shrugged. But he looked so shocked.

I don’t think I was saying anything wrong. A mate is someone who is only needed to fulfill the hunger

of bodies and mind. Apart from that, they can be pretty annoying.

So if I ever want someone to pleasure me. I can do it myself or find

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someone for a night.

I just didn’t get why I needed to stay with that person after sleeping with him.