Fated To My Lycan Stepbrothers
Chapter 50

Zeke Storm

This confirmed my thoughts all these years. Her resistance to my touch, the electricity that passes through us at the slightest touch...

She is my freaking mate! I have always known she was the one. I just didn't know how to tell her. Dad would have been the one I shared this secret with. He just had to leave me and Kyle to ourselves. To navigate the power of the mating age alone. In the upcoming month, me and Kyle will be celebrating our eighteenth birthdays. Two years later, we would be out of high school. Although I don't know if I would be homeschooled or allowed to go to school. Everyone was awkward with me around. I need something neutral, something that would make me not feel alone.

Naya is that person.

The mating age was nothing special, really. Except it disgraced you everywhere you went. It did the same for Naya, and no matter how she tried to hide it, Flame was able to sniff her out. Oh, the times she avoided me? Pugh! I knew she was hiding behind the fridge when I passed by for a drink, and I knew when she crawled under the table with the scent spray showing me her path. I didn't know how to tell her that I could see her wherever she hid.

And I knew Kyle could too. I saw them talking while I fought. I had my eyes on Naya the whole time and was shocked when I saw my brother whispering to her.

Strangely, I didn't feel offended. Kyle needed someone to comfort him too, and if he got it from Naya, then who was I to oppose? Besides, we can't share a mate, even if we are twins. Naya was okay with being his friend. In her relationship with Kyle, they haven't been on good terms, and Kyle harbors some kind of hatred for Marley, which I wouldn't blame him for.

She deserved it sometimes.

I gazed at Naya, the soft light casting a gentle glow on her features. I was leaning on the edge of the sink while she was standing so close to it. Her hands dripped droplets of water as she had just washed them. The scent of my blood on her drove me crazy, and I knew it got to her too. My room was located close to a small clearing, so the rustling leaves and distant sounds of the forest created a beautiful backdrop for the moment. My heart was thundering, and anticipation coursed through me.

I wanted to kiss her badly. No. Flame and I wanted her.

Her eyes met mine with the same intent. "You usually take without asking." s**t! It was all my fault for treating her like my personal toy. Please don't say 'no' this time around.

I subtly took a deep breath so she didn't see how nervous I was. "I want to kiss you. But only if you're comfortable with it. Your consent means everything to me."

"Really?" Her gaze held something thoughtful. It was as if she was skeptical. For a moment, I could see the internal struggle in her eyes-the war between her vulnerability and the desire to let go. The mating age made her soft to my touch, but I can see how she was struggling to gain control of her desires. If she said no, I wouldn't push. Although my heart ached as I waited for her response, I hoped that she would share this intimate moment with me.

It felt like the last time we would be touching ourselves again.

I pulled back slightly, my forehead resting against hers, our breaths mingling as we caught our breath. "Naya," I whispered, my voice filled with vulnerability. I have never let anyone hold or see me like this. She was my first. And my last.

She looked up at me, her eyes filled with a lot of emotions. The most prominent one I could see was sadness. Like she lost me to someone else or I wasn't hers for the taking. I am sorry, Naya. I can't let you know and have you reject me. "Zeke," she replied, her voice just as soft.

"I've wanted to do that for a long time," I admitted, a slight chuckle escaping me. It felt good to be honest and share my feelings with her. "You avoided me."

A scoff tugged at her lips. "You have always been a jerk." Oh, now she has the audacity to talk to me. Thinking of it, she has always talked to me without stammering or acting shy. She had the characteristics of a Luna without knowing it. She may not be physically strong, but she sure knew her way around words.

I chuckled softly, my fingers gently brushing a strand of hair away from her face. "You always know, don't you?"

She shrugged with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Which is why I always fall prey." She was telling me about the times I and Kyle humiliated her. I won't promise that it won't stop, but I won't let her cry.

"You're something else." I murmured, our lips touching each other as we made small talk.

Naya's gaze softened, and she looked at me with an intensity that made my heart skip a beat. "Zeke, I've been trying to fight this, to resist the pull between us."

My heart sank slightly at her words, the fear in her voice touching something deep within me. "Why?"

She sighed, her fingers tracing patterns on my chest. "I am afraid, Zeke. You have a mate. And I am just your loyal subject." She said the last part so low that I thought I misheard her saying 'loyal subject. What the f**k? Are we still on that? She just had to ruin our moment again with a word I said out of stupidity.