Fated To My Lycan Stepbrothers
Chapter 17

Naya Cod

My attention was drawn to his face as he looked down at me, his wild green eyes filled with subtle worry. His neatly styled, Auburn-colored hair complemented his overall presence. I knew this person. Unfortunately, I couldn't get out of his hands. Not this way. At that moment, I found myself strangely aware of his features-the intensity of his gaze, the lazy kindness in his expression, the way his hair fell neatly over his forehead. It was as if time slowed down, and I couldn't help but wonder why I was noticing these details so vividly. Maybe I was hallucinating. Before I could ponder any further, overcome by the combination of pain and confusion, I fainted, succumbing to the darkness that enveloped me.

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Zeke Storm

It all started the day the Alpha instructed Luna, Marley to bring their daughter to our home. The worst part of it? She was a lowly omega. I heard the Luna had a mate before my Dad. I wondered how she managed to seduce my father. I guess it worked faster than I expected. One minute she was coming into the pack house a lot, and the next, my father proclaimed her the next Luna.

After my mother, of course. There was no way I was going to open up to a b***h who just wormed her way through other bitches. Although I would like to know how she did it. The first thing she did was claim my father was her mate.

The first time I saw Luna Marley, she was a strikingly beautiful woman. Her red lipstick always reminded me of a slut, but she was also a very powerful woman who would do anything to get anything she wanted. She went for my father, and she got him wrapped around her fingers like a twig.

I managed to keep my opinions to myself because I didn't think they would matter. Besides, she was trying her best to make life comfortable for me and my brother. Every morning, she would instruct the chef to leave breakfast beside my bed. When she did it for about three weeks, I learned to accept her presence in the house.

She made sure we never lacked anything. If I couldn't get it from my hard-headed father, she would put in good words for me, and Mr. father would change his mind.

Then one afternoon, we see a frail-looking girl beside her.

To be honest, I didn't think Marley's daughter would be that beautiful. Marley was beautiful, alright, but her daughter was something I couldn't explain. Her beauty was surreal.

She wasn't that beautiful, but she was exceptionally attractive. I was getting ready to go to the gym when the chef came to inform me of her presence.

"She is here." he said.

I grunted my response.

She was classified as one of the lowly omegas, considered frail and delicate. Yet her appearance captivated my eye. Her presence seemed submissive, as if she had been molded to conform to the desires of others. My desire.

Her gaze was different from other girls. They were different from Brooke's glittery eyes.

"Y-Your Highness, a-a pleasure to meet you," she said, bowing a little. It seemed pathetic, and I knew that from the frown on my father's face. He was a hard man to please, so she would have to do a lot better than that. That alone bothered me.

"You've got to be f*****g kidding me," Kyle groaned, walking away. He was more vocal with his displeasure and never failed to let the recipient know about it.

My father breathed hard. "Is this the girl?" He spat like she wasn't even worthy of being in his presence. Immediately, her cheeks turned pink. Cute. I gazed down at her supposedly frail form. Her breasts seemed a little too big for her body to carry. Her light and transparent gown nearly revealed her v-line. Where her juices will gush... I raise my eyes to her breasts again, not surprised to see her hands over them. She must be self-conscious about her breasts.

Then I walked off. Halfway to my room, I heard her snarky voice. It made me grin. She might not be so bad after all.

"What exactly is going on, Marley? You haven't told me a single thing, and what? I'm just supposed to fit in with the royals, as I belong here." She said the world revolved around her.

"Oh, Little kitten... You are going to regret what you just said."

"...we cook for our men!" Marley snarled.

I sighed. I have to go and see this. Perhaps watch her to see if her hands are as good as her mouth. I would love for that mouth to do a lot of things where I want them to. My feet carried me to the kitchen, where I watched Marley instruct the chef on what to do. She really does prepare my food herself. This realization made me frown. I don't know why it seemed surprising to me. Would her daughter present the food next? All these thoughts clouded my mind as she was pushed towards the sink, where piles of plates lay. I think my father had a meeting with the elders. It must be regarding our Beta Brooke. I groaned because our Beta refused to come back to the pack for a report. It was getting worrisome for everyone.

Just as she was about to look behind her, I slipped behind the doors. She must have noticed my lingering gaze on her back.

"I swear I felt someone beside me." She muttered with those soft lips of hers. I chuckled at her sharp intuition. She would make a good hunter if only she wasn't an omega.

The thought of her being an omega made my stomach plummet. It was disheartening for everyone. Couldn't she at least have her mother's genes or something? Marley was a bit higher than the omegas. But her father ruined it.

I tilted my head curiously. I wondered who her father was and why he wasn't in their lives. How she must have felt to lose both parents only to have one of them come back into her life.

From grass to grace. If I were the one, I would be overwhelmed. I looked left and right before someone would notice me stalking the poor girl, whose life was going to be miserable from now on. Her pain would require this order. Firstly, it would be hard before everyone around this mansion accepted her. Secondly, our dominating pheromones will make her aroused half the time. I smirked as an evil thought crossed my mind. The only way to make her submit to me was to make her aroused when I was around. Only to me. "What do you think, brother?"

I froze in my tracks. It was Kyle. Did he see me stalking her after he left? I must have looked like a creep. "What?"

Kyle rounded me up like a creep. "You know, you always act like you don't notice sh*t, but I see through you. I know you, brother. So tell me what you think about our newly added collection?"

I scratched my beard, contemplating his words. That was the wrong way to tell me, but I will let it slide for now. "She is okay." I was about to move when he blocked my view again. "What is it this time?"

Kyle was speaking more to himself than to me. "Didn't you notice something about her? I suspect her mother brought her here for a mission, just like how Marley suddenly came into our house like she owned it."

I knew where he was heading. "What's with you and Marley? She hasn't done anything wrong to deserve your hate."

Kyle snorted. "What? Did she feed you with what she fed our father with?"

I nearly smacked his dumb head. "Don't allow Dad to hear you say that." I didn't even finish before he mouthed mockingly. "Leave Marley out of your investigating nonsense and get out of my way."

"She looks so frail and pathetic. I actually felt sorry for her poor figure when I saw it... and those huge breasts." He continued, making me sigh.

"It's funny you noticed her big breasts, which reminds me... Does Bentley know you are visiting the brothel again?"

Kyle spread his hands in surrender. "I have to enjoy myself! I am turning eighteen soon, and you know what that means. You are turning eighteen too."

Okay, he is getting increasingly annoying.

"That behavior of yours will get your mate to reject you." I simply muttered, shoving him out of the way. My mouth ticked. I was just so done with all of this.

He clicked his tongue in annoyance. Oh, that's the real Kyle I knew. He always managed to hide his vulnerability under those moments of humor. "No. It's you who will be rejected. A*****e."