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Chapter 202: Princess Is Worried For Her Family

Chapter 202: Princess Is Worried For Her Family

(Nora’s POV)

"Nora, aren’t you going to your room?" mom asked me when I didn’t follow her.

"I am just waiting for brother Alaric. He isn’t home yet," I replied.

"You know he may return past midnight. He is handling a lot of stuff these days," she told me as she sighed.

"I know, I won’t wait for long. Mom, you should go and rest. You must be tired from all that travel. Goodnight, sweet dreams," I urged her. She has been travelling here and there with dad. She looked exhausted despite her radiant beauty. I feel bad for her.

"Okay, sweetheart. Don’t be too late, hmm," she kissed my forehead and went to her room.

I have been waiting for brother Alaric as he promised me that he would be back before ten but the time is almost up and he hasn’t arrived yet. Neither is he replying to any of my mind links nor he is answering my phone calls. He makes me anxious.

My parents and my brothers, they all have been busy these days partly because of me. I should have just kept quiet in front of those shady looking Elders for the sake of maintaining peace.

Now my parents are running around, gathering evidence and witnesses against them. Although, those two deserve this but the feeling of uneasiness within me has amplified.

Dr. Andrew said that brother Brave is just sleeping but I can’t bear to see him in that state. I was there with Myra when we both saw him, soaked in his own blood from head to toe. He was battered and bruised. The image has imprinted on my mind, making me restless day and night. The ghastly scene makes me shudder in fear. I don’t want anything to happen to my dear loved ones.

That is why, now seeing brother Alaric spending his whole time working and working is making me feel guilty as well as angry. He never stops.

He wakes up even before dawn to do intense training. Then goes to the company, sometimes without having breakfast. I don’t even know if he eats anything at office or not. And after spending the whole day working, again, he comes to the packhouse late and goes out to attend pack’s business and daily border checks. These days he has taken over brother Brave’s duty as well.

I feel bad for him and wants to help but I am not well versed in business matters nor in combat. I just don’t feel confident. I am trying but~

I glanced at the clock as I paced back and forth in the living room, barefooted.

’Enough, let’s just talk to dad. I can’t see brother Alaric like this. I can’t let him deal with this alone,’ thinking like this, I took few steps towards the elevator but my steps halted when I heard a car’s engine roaring from some distance. At this time, it can only be brother Al.

No minding the cold floor, I scurried towards the entrance. As expected, it was brother Al. *sigh* He is finally home. Relief washed over me.

Feigning anger, I folded my arms and said, "You are late, you know."

Brother Al, came towards me, looked at his Jacob and Co Bugatti wristwatch and muttered, "Actually, I am just in time. It is nine fifty-nine."

I was pissed by his response. I was worried for him and he is in the mood to tease me. I couldn’t help but clap at his reply and said a bit too loudly, "Wow, ...... do you think your reply will make me less angry?"

He apologized instantly at my words and just told me he was busy with work. Yeah, the workaholic within him can’t rest.

I taunted him, "Your hands are still full. Your work, I guess you couldn’t finish it at the office, hmmm?"

Both his hands were holding a bag each. One had his usual office back while in other he was holding an odd looking briefcase, the one that are shown in movies to hold confidential documents and stuff like that.

We walked inside side by side as he asked me, "Have you had dinner?"

I nodded and told him.

Tilting his head, he looked my way and kept that odd suitcase down. He then messed up my hair, arghhhh ... and said his apologies. His eyes and words were sincere. I could tell. He said it won’t happen again.

I murmured softly, "You have to promise me."

"Ok, ok. Alaric Noah Everests promises Princess Nora Everests," he replied with a smile.

He is not being serious again. I know he is a strong wolf. My wolf, Aura kept repeating that in my head when I was getting stressed but what can I do. I have once been a part of a family where nobody wanted me.

And now, I am a part of the family where everybody adores me and takes care of me. How can I not feel the same towards them?

Whatever Myra said wasn’t wrong. I did deceive her, whatever maybe the reason behind it. And because of that she doesn’t consider me her friend now. The look on her face hurts me the most. So, now I don’t want to lose anyone anymore.

"Have you eaten anything yet or are you still fasting," I jabbed at him.

"Hahaha .... your jokes are getting hilarious," he chuckled in response, pulling my cheek.

"I am still angry you know," with puffed cheeks, I replied in a muffled voice.

Brother pinched my nose and said, "You look cute with this face."

I just stared at him and said, "I need to talk to you." My expressions may have turned serious because his face changed as well.

"Ok, is it something you wish to speak with me alone or~" he asked.

Seeing that we were still in the living room, I murmured, "I prefer alone. Can we go to the rooftop?"

"Ok, I will meet you there in five. I need to change and keep my stuff in my room," he took his bags and went towards the elevator.

I went straight to the top floor and waited there, settling myself on the swing, I looked at the entrance.

This time he came within the time frame.

He was now wearing his causal clothes. I commented, "Aren’t you going for border patrolling?"

He walked towards me and settled by my side, "I am not going today. I have sent Janet and Matthew. I have someone I had to coax. So, what do you want to talk, Ora?"

I handed him a beer can and said, "I want to help you guys."

"You are already helping us by being healthy and happy," he replied with a smile.

I looked dead serious in his eyes and said, "I don’t want to still and relax at home while all of you are busy and running around. I want to help you guys in any way possible. I have been training hard and my combat skills have improved but they aren’t good as yours."

"You haven’t been training for long, Ora. And you are doing exceptionally well. Plus, you cannot go for border patrols. At least, not yet. It is dangerous for you," he said.

"What about office work? I haven’t studied business but I know the basics because Myra used to study that. Anyways, what I am trying to say is, I want to work at the company with you and brother Dion," I told him truthfully.

"That’s easy. Why are you asking? That’s your company. If you want to work, you can," he was trying to assure me.

"Not like that. I am not skilled enough to be the owner or hold any executive position. I want to work as an intern," I muttered. The truth is, I want to keep an eye on him and his work schedule. In the official matters, I am not that well versed and had to learn but at least by get an intern position, I can make sure that he eats on time and departs the office timely as well.

He objected instantly, "Not a chance. You can’t be an intern at your own company, Ora."

"But brother Al, it won’t be fair for others if you just put me, an unskilled person, above them, who have worked tirelessly for their positions. I don’t want to be a parachute employee who snatched others designation," I replied.

Keeping his right hand under his chin, he thought for a while and then clicked his fingers, "Ok. If you want to start as an intern, you will be working under me. And that’s final," he announced.

"You are the COO, brother Al. If I work directly under you, it would be the same," I told him.

Putting my head on his shoulder, he said, "I have a secretary who needs an assistant. You can work under her as an intern for starters. And for other matters, no one would dare to question or bully you. If anybody tries to mess up with you, they are dead meat," he rumbled.

To Be Continued . . . . . . . .