Fated To My Lycan Stepbrothers
Chapter 2

Naya Cod

"You're pathetic Brawn, just like your mother."

It had been Kyle's last words to me after I had done everyone the honor of face-planting on the dirty glass floor and I couldn't get the memory of his chiseled face contorting with rage out of my mind.

It was almost as if I annoyed everyone with my very presence!

"Marley Cod, this is all your f*****g fault." I hissed bitterly, trying to put the image of my mother's smiling face out of my mind too as I waited by Zeke's locker.

I had to thank him for earlier, didn't I? Even if it was only to see his stunning face again, there was something so bewitching about being close to him that I couldn't seem to shake off. ******g hell, was I turning into a bloody bimbo?

Next thing you knew I would be out in public giggling and cooing when any remotely good-looking guy gave me a second look! Like Brooke!

I hugged my hands to myself, wincing as a group of frat boys shoved past me, slamming me into the blue hallway lockers as I gasped and they threw up their middle fingers at me, snickering loudly and patting each other on the back. "Stalking supervisors now, are we? Brawn?" Zeke's rumbling baritone sent a shiver of delight through my entire body and I felt my n*****s tingle as I whirled around to see him towering over me.

Hell, the way he said my name! Like it was foreign, special! Not at all the way everyone around here spat it out like a curse.

His kohl-lined eyes raked over my body, leaving tingles in its wake before he turned to stuff a sheaf of drawings in his locker and I shook my head, unable to utter a word.

"What do you want?" He growled deadpan, his breathtakingly beautiful face devoid of expression as he crossed his arms over his chest, waves of anger wafting from him like his earthy oud scent.

"I...I just um, wanted to thank you for earlier...the girls can be really mean-" I stammered, my hands shaking badly as I flailed them between us before he cut me off, his tan face wrinkling with distaste. "Save it, Brawn. I'm not a good guy, I wasn't defending you,"

He snarled, knocking me backward with his shoulder as he pushed past me so that I inhaled sharply, feeling my s*x tingle as fireworks exploded where his skin had brushed against mine.

"...and Brooke Bentley was right, what in gods name are you wearing? Don't stop, it's hideous...suits you perfectly." He rumbled, strutting off like his words hadn't just speared through my heart and soul.

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"It's not you, it's them, not you, them," I mumbled over and over in my head as the image of the Lycan twin's angry faces flashed in my mind and crumpled in more on myself. The Lycan twins had every right to hate me!

My mother, Marley Cod was the one who had ruined their happy home, and yet I felt angry tears of frustration spring to my eyes at having been cursed with such a fate.

I kept my head down as I passed by the popular girls milling about like a bunch of spiders in the lobby, flashing their flat, tan midriffs for everyone who cared to see.

"Of course, I was never going to be like the rest of them, what in gods name was I thinking?" I muttered bitterly, kicking at a piece of stone before snapping my head up as the rumble of the school bus speeding past drew my attention.

"Hey! Hey! Stop! Please!" I screamed, feeling my thighs burn as I ran after the white bus, catching the driver's satisfied smirk on the side mirrors before jogging to a stop as happy music pumped away from the bus. Crap! Now I had to walk home as well?

First I try my hand at flirting and fail badly and now I had to battle the dreaded downtown streets at dusk and be faced with whatever mugging wolves were just rubbing their paws waiting for an innocent little thing like me to walk on past. If I wasn't the unluckiest person in the world then I felt sorry for whoever mother-f*****g was!

I sighed heavily, jamming my hands in my pockets and beginning the long walk home.

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There was someone following me, I was almost certain of it as I turned the corner to our street, shivering when lightning peeled through the smokey sky so that I realized just how dark it had gotten.

The red-roofed cottage houses on each side were dark and quiet and the wind whistled through the tingles noisily, sending chills down my spine as I squinted into the dark road ahead. Only a few blocks now.

"s**t," I cursed under my breath, quickly glancing around to see that the dirty sidewalks were empty, with the street lights flickering up ahead before humming loudly and suddenly bursting. What the fucl just happened? I froze, not trusting myself to move as the sound of heavy breathing drew closer and closer and I turned my head slowly to see the cloaked figure drawing closer. If one of those frat boys had followed me home...I shivered at the thought, feeling my heart pound in my chest because I knew I didn't stand a chance of defending myself.

"Oh god, oh god," I rasped breathlessly, unable to think past the panic that bloomed in my chest now as I broke into a light jog and heard the clod of their heavy footfalls increasing as they chased after me.

I darted through the mud pools on the sidewalk, pushing my legs faster and faster and feeling the tips of my fingers cool from the adrenaline before I felt the attacker's hot hand on my shoulder and whirled to face the cloaked figure, sending us both toppling into the street just as the wash of brilliant yellow headlights blinded me.

"What the hell is wrong with you Naya?" The woman's voice dug an old corpse from the coffin in my mind where I had hidden it and suddenly I couldn't breathe as I stared back at my mother's pale face, washed in brilliant yellow as the driver's angry yells echoed in the background.