Tasting Nora-Pleasing Her Stepbrother Mates

Tasting 271

271–Selling Me

Nora:

Brody had helped me pack all my things. I stayed in bed, even dozing off while he took care of everything. This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

I didn’t want to get up or do anything. My heart was shattered by the harsh words of my mates and my stepbrother. It truly broke me.

“Wake up! You’re going to meet someone special tonight.” However, my sleep was abruptly interrupted when someone nudged me awake.

I rubbed my eyes to see who it was—my brother.

“Who? I don’t want to meet anyone,” I groaned, wishing he would leave. Whenever he came to my room, it was usually bad

news.

Not only would he make me do things, but he’d also make sure I got caught. If I got caught, I’d get a beating from my father; if I didn’t, then my brother would beat me instead.

I was exhausted with my life and everything happening in it.

“Come on, just grab your robe and come with me,” he insisted, punching my arm until he shattered my sleep completely and then threw my black silk robe at me.

I had no choice but to follow him. If I made any noise and woke

up Dad, my brother would make up some excuse and get me in

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trouble.

Not that my father was stupid, but he would rather believe my brother’s story than mine. That’s just how it was,

He liked his kids to be powerful the kind who could overpower the Alpha King’s brothers. But I didn’t want to fight anyone,

I was never going to be as powerful as the Alpha King’s brothers or even my own brother.

But I had to follow him into the woods.

“Where are we going?” I whispered, my heart pounding in my chest. I was only fifteen, and venturing into the woods was dangerous.

But since my brother was with me, I had some faith in my survival. He would never let his favorite toy die.

“We are partying together tonight,” that was shocking to hear.

After a few minutes of walking, we stopped in front of a cabin where lights could be seen and music could be heard.

“What is this place?” I asked again, but my brother’s grip around my wrist tightened as he led me to the door.

A gentle knock, and the door opened, revealing a sixteen–year- old with black hair and tattoos all over his body.

He had a cigarette in his mouth as he scanned me from head to

toe.

“Hm! What’s going on?” he asked my brother, who smirked, almost presenting me like a prize.

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“I brought her,” my brother said, showing me off so awkwardly that I tried to hide behind him.

“Hmm! How much for her?” The question made my heart sink in my chest.

“Depends on how many hours she can keep going. You can enjoy the candies as long as I’m enjoying her,” the guy said with a shrug, and my heart sank further.

My brother was selling me to this guy for some stupid drugs.

“Wait! I didn’t sign up for this,” I protested, stepping away from my brother. The guy turned to him, giving him a judgmental look.

“She just got scared,” my brother offered a weak smile, trying to excuse himself while he grabbed my arm to pull me aside and have a word with me.

“What the fuck are you doing? Just please him, keep him busy in different positions, and that will be it. Why are you being so dramatic? It will toughen you up,” he hissed in my ear, my eyes locked on the guy.

“No! I don’t want to. You’re selling your own sister?” I was in disbelief and disgust. Up until now, I thought he was just a bastard who was mentally sick and loved to torture me. But I didn’t know he would take his craziness one step further and hurt me like this.

“Hey!” the guy snapped his fingers after seeing us interact. “I don’t think she wants to do this. Let her go. We don’t want any trouble or any non–consensual stuff. Bring money, or you won’t get anything.”

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I was shocked at how my brother acted.

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It was the first time I thought we were going to do something together, maybe enjoy a party, but I had no idea this was what he had planned for me. I couldn’t even cry out loud now.

Thankfully, the guy had more morals than my own brother. As he shut the door in my brother’s face, a hard slap landed on my cheek.

“Ouch!” I placed my hand on my cheek and then woke up, lifting my head from the pillow instead. Thankfully, my brother was not in my view.