Tasting

85-Letting Her Have A Chance

Nora:

“Did you speak with Cain about me?” Natalya inquired, her arms folded tightly across her chest as soon as I entered the room. There was a noticeable shift in her tone this time, a hint of command.

“Well,” I hesitated, catching the raised eyebrow from her, “I did. But Natalya, he said he couldn’t paint you.”

I finished and swiftly turned away, avoiding eye contact by plugging in my cellphone to

irge.

“Really? Why is that?” she questioned, and I let out a sigh.

“It wouldn’t be appropriate for him to strip my friend naked and paint her,” I replied, still not turning to meet her gaze.

“Oh! He said that? I’m confused because last time I asked him, he said he would paint me,” she persisted, her clinginess evident. Once she fixated on something, there was no diverting her attention.

“Natalya! Why don’t you go ask him yourself if you don’t believe me?” I raised my brow, finally facing her. Her stare felt piercing, unlike anything I’d seen from her before.

“Tell me something, are you uncomfortable with him painting me?” she stepped closer, unfolding her arms from her chest.

“What–” I tried to feign cluelessness, but then I gave in, “I might

be a little.”

“Why?” she pressed, her gaze unwavering and her tone stern.

“Because–what you want is never going to happen,” I finally confessed. I knew for a fact she was hoping he would paint her, and in doing so, they would spend time together and eventually end up together.

But I knew that wasn’t the case. I’ve seen Cain look at me with far more interest than he’s ever shown towards any of his models.

“How do you know that? Once he sees me naked, he won’t resist but make love to me and accept me as his mate,” she finally spoke her truth, stom ng her foot and receiving a disapproving shake of my head.

“Natalya!” I sighed in defeat. I couldn’t help but feel sorry for her. If I loved someone that much and they showed no interest in me, I would be devastated too. But I would never beg someone to make love to me just to see if they wanted to continue or not.

“Just ask him to give me a chance. You have everything– a stepfather who’s the lord of the werewolves and dotes on you as if you were his own flesh and blood. Stepbrothers who are alpha kings, powerful, handsome, and dying to protect you. And then there’s Alpha Brody, who wouldn’t even spare a glance at anyone else but was jogging right beside you as if he wanted to spend every second of his life with you,” she let out a heavy sigh before kneeling down and burying her face in her hands.

“I’m so sorry,” I genuinely felt guilty for not giving her a chance. with Cain. I understood her frustration, and I couldn’t even tell her why I was against the idea.

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Cain was my mate.

I would be crushed if I found him with someone else.

“No! You’re not sorry. You’re just feeling sympathy for me. You’re too royal for me, Nora. I just realized I shouldn’t even be friends with you. What have I ever gotten in my life? So, a royal she-wolf to be friends with me sounds like it’s too much,” she shook her head, and just as I was about to kneel down to comfort her, she stood up abruptly.

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“What are you saying? We are friends. And I love you as a friend,” I smiled, reaching for her again, but she kept pulling away from me until she stopped and turned to look me in the

eye.

“You care about me, don’t ye..” she inquired, tears glistening in her eyes as she locked gaze with me.

“I do,” I wasn’t lying. If anyone had wronged me the way she had, I would have ended my friendship with them a long time

ago.

The reason she was still in my room was that I felt her pain and tried my best to understand why she acted up at certain times.

“Then I want a chance with your stepbrother,” she said sternly, her eyes drilling into mine as tears continued to stream down her face.

“But-” I tried to come up with an excuse, but she wasn’t ready to hear me out.

“Just once! Tell him to paint me.”

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She approached me and wiped her cheeks with the back of her hands. “You said you two are on good talking terms. Then I don’t see a reason why you shouldn’t be able to help me out,” she watched my face as she spoke with a harsh tone.

“Are you going to give me a chance or not?” she inquired again, this time directly asking me.

“It’s not up to me,” I mumbled, but she shook her head.

“I know he listens to you. Are you going to give me a chance with him or not?” she asked, her words coming out with difficulty, making me feel terrible for denying her one chance.

It wasn’t like Cain had accepted me or that Cain would paint her and fall for her. I mean, if it ould be that easy for her to sway Cain, should I even gateke,

im?

“Okay! I will tell him to paint you,” I decided to request Cain to paint her. It would help her find out the answers on her own. Even I would get to find out what Cain truly is like.

She watched my face in silence before she let out a sigh of relief as if she had worried I would deny helping her.

“Oh my Goddess! Thank you so much for saving our friendship. I was so worried you would deny and I would be left

heartbroken,” she instantly ran and hugged me tightly, rocking me back and forth.

But tonight was going to be tough for me. Cain would paint her, and she would have her chance with him.