Fated To My Lycan Stepbrothers
Chapter 23

Kyle Storm

"What are you doing at my favorite spot?" I asked Zeke since it was him I found here today. Sometimes I wonder how he knew about my personal space.

"I can't have Brawn littering my personal space either. She has been everywhere I go, causing problems." Zeke shook his head at me.

"I saw you teach her a lesson about it. She must be grateful to you for giving her such a resounding slap. I feel so sorry for her. Why did you do it?" My curiosity got the best of me. I wanted to step in during that moment with Darren, but Zeke stepped in before I could. What surprised me was the slap he gave her afterwards. Like he owned her.

Zeke didn't say anything for a while. "To teach her a lesson. She was too mouthy."

"What the f**k?" I began to laugh. Too mouthy? "So what now? We just give girls slaps because they are mouthy? That's a new one." He wasn't looking at me. I know he was offended by my mocking words.

"Let me guess correctly this time around." He tried to wound me. "Didn't you tell Brooke about your obsession with Naya?"

I swallowed hard. If I was thinking correctly, Zeke was the one who was obsessed with Naya, and I was suspicious of Naya's intentions towards us. "I love bullying her, that's all."

"And that was why you designed photos of her face and boobs all over the hallway?" Zeke looked a bit angry at what I did. His eyebrows twitched, and his mouth was kept in a straight line. He wasn't pleased. The thing I wanted to know was how he knew it was me. "Well, I don't know why I felt bad when she began to ask who did it. The tears in her eyes only made it better." I shrugged. It was true! I enjoy infuriating her, and Zeke knew about my obsession. He shouldn't even try to point accusing fingers at me. I know what he does behind my back, too.

"You sadistic a*****e." He began to laugh, which shocked me a bit. My poker face refused to show the emotions of what I thought of his face earlier. I thought we were going to fight over her. Then his laughter died down. When he stood up, I knew our conversation was over. He laid a cold finger on my right shoulder. "Just don't go too far to make her cry."

Was that a warning or a threat? "Are you threatening me right now?" I asked, and my eyebrows rose. "I didn't say anything when you slapped her. Admit it, bro, we are two peas in a pod."

He grinned wickedly. It was rare to see Zeke smile. There must have been one thing that was able to make him smile, and that was the little wolf, Naya. She didn't make me smile. I was already smiling at her little charms here and there... She made me want to own her.

The day my suspicions about her and Zeke began to grow was the day we were at the table for a meeting. That was her first time joining us at a meeting. #flashback

As usual, we left Naya at the school and drove home. The anger on her face, the tears glistening in her eyes. Who didn't want to see that every day? God! I could kill for it. I wanted it to be only me who could make her feel that way. To feel so wanted and, at the same time, helpless so that I would help her.

"Naya will be the bait." The alpha, our father, suddenly announced it, and I and Zeke looked at each other. He was the first to disagree at the gathering in school. He was usually the one who had the balls to talk to my father.

The door was opened gently. I was sure she thought no one would be in the living room because she looked like a mouse sneaking into the kitchen. Her facial expression said it all. Her appearance after the monster attack wasn't the best. "Naya, join us." Marley said.

From the look on her face, she wasn't happy with that arrangement. I slowly hid my arm where the monster bit me away from her view. I wasn't exactly nice to her at our sleepover together. In order to hide my shame, I poured Pop Soda at her. The only way I can make it up to her is if I say some good words and make her freshen up before the meeting.

I sniffed the air, like she was smelly. "Let her freshen up. She smells like rotten eggs."

Her reply was not expected. "Really? You were smelling like that a few hours ago." Her snarky mouth should come with a label. Sometimes I wondered how a frail girl like this could pack a lot of sarcastic replies. Then she chuckled. I knew she wasn't finished with me. I know she was triggered by what I did at the sleepover. The remnants of pop soda were still on her, no matter how she tried to wash them off. Part of her uniform was soiled, and she smelled sweet. "What? Brooke didn't tell you? I guess she must have gotten used to the smell herself. She smells the same."

Wow, she went straight for Brooke, didn't she? She must hate her as much as I do. Although I would never admit it. For my reputation, of course.

Zeke cleared his throat. "Okay, you are crossing the line, Brawn; why don't you join us at the table?"

She gave an immediate shrug. "I guess I should grace you with my smell then."

"Enough!" Dad wasn't having a brawl at the table. He was giving Marley a disapproving look, probably to teach her daughter a lesson. Zeke wasn't excited about the whole thing. I knew what he wanted to do most of all: go in and sleep. That is, if Naya wouldn't barge into his room or use his toilet. Jeez, she must be that desperate to come closer to us. although it did not seem like she did the last one on purpose. I was given the opportunity to see her creamy laps as she did her thing that day in Zeke's bathroom. Zeke was beyond furious that day. And me? I was going on a fifth date. I was about to speak when my father interrupted again.

"Take your seat, Naya."

Wait, was he inviting her to the table again? Maybe she has no option but to sit through it. There is nothing that would make her leave when my father has already given the ultimate order. I felt the need to make her feel better. Her sad face made me restless. I should be the one making her sad, not my father. When I made her sad, I would be able to make her happy, but when it was someone else, it became harder.

"You know, you don't smell that bad." I whispered to console her.

To my surprise, she gave me the middle finger. "f**k you."

I would love to do that to her at any time. If she would give me the chance, of course. "Gladly. There are things you shouldn't wish for, Naya." I licked my lower lips. She was unknowingly giving me an invitation I would never resist. I smiled when she lowered her angry gaze and squirmed in her chair. God! She was so predictable sometimes. Shadow yelped at her instant submission. He was absolutely pleased. I was still watching her when Zeke leaned over to whisper in her ears. She turned red immediately, causing me to be suspicious of what he had whispered to her.

"Be still. You are red. What are you thinking about?" I heard him say. Naya suddenly had her gaze on me, and I was eager to know what they were talking about. Why did they do without me, or rather, what don't I know?

She sighed so loudly that it caught Dad's attention. "Why am I here? I'd rather be at the cottage than here."

Dad didn't say much.

I wasn't happy with the arrangement, but this was the only way she would stay. I was sure she didn't notice when we found out about her leaving the house every evening for the cottage. The day we tell Dad will be an issue. Zeke already told Reid not to say a word to him or Marley. "Yeah, Brawn. This is your place now." My emotions nearly slipped off the edge.

I watched her eyes dart here and there, and I wondered what was running through them. It better be something good.

"The bait... were you talking about me? Am I the bait?" She was nervous. I shook my head at her foolishness. She should consider it an opportunity to know that we will never let anything bad happen to her.