Fated To My Lycan Stepbrothers
Chapter 68

Kyle's POV

"Naya, you are walking too fast. Where are you going?" I quickly caught her arms before she fell face down on the floor. Just how much did she drink?

"Let me go." She began to trash against my fingers. Yeah, right. She wasn't going anywhere. In fact, she will not be going to her room tonight. I had other things in store for her.

Chasing Brooke away was one of the hardest things I did today. Another thing was admitting to my brother what I thought about our mate and Beta Brooke. One glance at Zeke's tired appearance told me I needed to solve my father's murder case fast, or else Zeke could get overwhelmed by a work he never understood without help. The only person who could help him was Cunny Luna, whose agenda I never seem to know. It bugged me that she was staying by Zeke's side all the time.

I hope she will never get to my brother, just like she got to my father. However, the invitation to the Blood Moon Pack only made things interesting. We would get invited for the first time outside the pack and into the devil's camp. It was something I never imagined Zeke would agree to. I guess being an alpha also meant taking difficult decisions, even if it meant jeopardizing the safety of the pack. That sounded ridiculous, I know.

Zeke seems to have gone farther than I thought with Naya. They were closer but constantly at odds with each other. I don't want to be the third wheel, but I need my mate to be myself. My brother just has to figure out a way to get to her. For me? A way to seduce Naya is to f**k her all night. She would love that very much, wouldn't she?

I planned to take advantage of her all night. After all, she said she loved me. The one thing I never planned for was to take a drunk Naya to her room tonight. It was such a daunting task because she never seemed to stay in one place. Her sultry eyes were on me and Zeke all night, and she even confessed she loved the both of us! She protested vehemently, her laughter and playful resistance echoing through the dimly lit hallway. After a night of bliss, I did not expect her to still be on the bed. I have slept with countless girls to know that it wasn't right. My brother was a fool to have thought she would be in his arms. I could see the anger and hurt in his eyes when he woke up and did not see our mate. That morning, Shadow was about to howl in pain and anger when I distracted him with a game and talked. I managed to get Zeke to forget about it, but I also ended up spilling secrets to my brother, and it didn't even make him forget. He was bluntly cold to the poor girl. Now, look at her, drunk and laughing bitterly to hide her pain. I should make it better. It was one of those nights where too much laughter and a bit too much wine had taken their toll on her, rendering her incapable of making sensible decisions.

"Naya, it's time for bed," I said, trying to sound stern but failing miserably as she giggled and clung onto the doorframe leading to Zeke's room.

"But I want to see Zeke," she slurred, her words almost unintelligible.

I scoffed, glancing around. The hallway was eerily quiet, but I knew the walls were listening. There was a spy, and I didn't know who it was. I gently pry her fingers from the doorframe, trying to suppress my own laughter. She looked sumptuous and edible. I wanted to eat her. "You know Zeke needs his beauty sleep. He wouldn't like it if you barged into his room now."

Zeke wasn't in his room. He had instructed me to take care of her while he searched for the dangerous animal in our territory. The X patrol team needs to be punished. How could they let that creature slip into the pack? It could have killed someone. What if it already has? Frankly, I appreciated it when he told me to take care of Naya instead of following him to scan the area. I would rather be with Naya's giggling self than out there with my a*s. Sue me.

She pouted, those big blue eyes attempting to melt my resolve. True to what she said, she had those eyes like the elders. It still amazes me how she became one, and gosh! I have so many questions. I guess I won't be getting answers from her tonight, seeing as the situation was... "Fine," she finally relented. She began to walk again, and I wondered where she was going. My eyes widened as she guided me towards the hall leading to her room. I exhaled suspiciously.

"Naya, we are going to your room." I said it for effect. Oh no. She would regret this when she woke up. This was my first time visiting her room because she made it a duty never to let anyone in. Not even the maid. She cleans the room herself and washes her bed sheets, and each time I passed the room, it was always locked. Clearly, she knew what privacy meant and never failed to cross her boundaries when it got to me or Zeke. She has been to my room before to steal the scentless spray, probably being sent to Zeke's room under the pretense of cleaning his wound. She got to the door, oblivious that I was watching her, and pulled out her key from under her skirt. Oh, she wore shorts under them. I hid my laugh, knowing that no matter how she locked the door, if I wanted to enter her room, I'd need to break it down or ask for the spare key. It may not be easy to get the spare key since it was with my brother.

And he was a stickler for privacy and boundaries. Her room was cozy. It was a familiar space that was filled with her favorite books and a soft, inviting bed. Typical girly wolves I have been to their rooms, but this was so alluring because her scent was the strongest here. It was amazing to bask in her scent all day. Once inside, she flopped down on the bed, her eyes suddenly serious. "Hey," she began, her voice soft, "Why haven't you talked to me since... you know, last night?"

I paused to monitor her calm state. Was she sober now? There were three ways this could end. First of all, I tell her the true reason why and she goes ballistic, or I tell her the true reason why and she does nothing. Or I lie to her.

It was terrible, so I chose the second option. Tell her the truth and wait for her reaction, good or bad. I sighed, the truth bubbling to the surface. I wasn't surprised when she patted the side of her bed. Her body and mouth reeked of vomit, but I wasn't fazed. She would clean up in my presence and get fresh again. Sitting down beside her, I tried to replace the right words. "Naya, what happened between us last night... It's simple. I have Brooke, and I care about her." It should pretty much explain everything to her. She would think Brooke is my mate, and bla, bla, bla... that's how it's supposed to end.

It didn't.

Naya turned to face me, her eyes searching mine with a mixture of curiosity and hurt. She seemed surprisingly sober now, and her strange gaze penetrated my soul. It seemed like her power was growing by the minute. I could almost feel the need to respect her like the elders. Could it be that her emotions were stronger with me by her side? "Brooke?" she asked, her voice laced with disbelief. "Kyle, you can't be serious. You and I both know there's something more between us."

This was why I said she was drunk. Naya wouldn't admit this to me. I blinked, caught off guard by her response. Her words cut through me like a knife. It exposed the vulnerability I had tried to hide. I knew she was my mate, but it was complicated, unlike how I made it sound. I flicked her nose to remind her that I wasn't a boy she could live with randomly. "You need to tell me where you got the wine. It's messing up your speech."

She drew back a little to avoid my second hand. She was cute. "I know what I am talking about." She looked desperate, even. I need to end this quickly or risk exposing the truth and breaking her heart.

I shook my head. "You don't know what you are talking about, little wolf." You may be right. But there are complications, and I don't want to hurt anyone." My voice was softer now. I want her. Her scent was driving me crazy. She reached out and gently touched my cheek. Her fingers were cold against my skin. I heard she sat in the rain for a long time. She needed me to warm her, and that's what I am going to do.

"Complications or excuses?" she whispered, her eyes locked onto mine.

I couldn't look away. Her proximity was intoxicating. "Naya, I am a playboy. I don't do one girl." s**t! I did one girl, but it was on rare occasions. My mate! I couldn't sleep with Brooke while she was here. Naya is so naive. If I had truly found my mate, I would never have agreed to sleep with her last night. I didn't want to lose what we have, which is why I am doing this. "I've seen too many relationships in our pack turn sour."

Her lips curled into a soft, understanding smile. "Kyle, I get it. It can't happen to us."

I eyed her suspiciously. "How do you know?"

She gave a quick shrug. "I don't know, but I just know."

I leaned in, unable to resist any longer. I smashed my lips against her unsuspecting ones. What was she expecting when she brought me into her room, drowned in her scent, and asked me to sit beside her? I couldn't control myself and had to shift my boner all the time. Her hands tangled in my hair as we kissed, and I could feel her heartbeat racing in sync with mine.