Fated To The Lycan Brothers
Chapter 104

Suri Nightingale

I seriously couldn't believe what I was looking at. I thought I was hallucinating, but I blinked once, twice, thrice, and true enough, they were still there. What the fuck?

"Anybody have a camera? That expression on her face would be perfect in one of our hallways, don't you think?" The dark-haired man spoke as he analyzed me carefully. "Ha. Our own version of 'The Scream' except she is certainly not bald." The blonde one smirked and it sent shivers down my spine.

Meanwhile the one on the other end was just rolling his eyes at the two and he seems to be done with them both. Jesus, it's like watching the brothers talk to each other.

"Quit fucking about. You're wasting my goddamn time," he growled.

The Dev-lookalike said pissed off and out of the three, he seemed like the less 'brother-like' compared to the others.

Wait, ugh. What am I even saying? Why am I comparing them to the brothers? They are nothing like them! These people were evil while the brothers were kind and loving. They were nowhere near the monsters in front of me. "You really need to learn how to stop and smell the roses, Oskar." Blonde man stated.

Oskar. Dev's father was named Oskar?

He merely scoffed at him before proceeding to turn back to me and with every step he took and got closer to me, the air continued to evaporate from my lungs.

Oh, god. What are they going to do to me?

"You have beautiful eyes, little one. Which one was your mother's?" Oskar asked as he tilted my chin to look up at him.

I tried to keep a straight face, not letting him see how scared I was, but the second he shouted at me, I couldn't stay emotionless.

"Answer me when I ask you a fucking question or I will cut you until you're unrecognizable!" He demanded, slamming his fist just barely an inch away from my head, making me flinch.

I managed to quickly recompose myself, spitting on his face before answering with spite. "Then cut me kill me. See if I fucking care. I would rather die a painful death than live another day in here with any of you."

A loud slapping sound echoed in the room and I felt my face quickly heat up from the force. It was so strong that it busted my lip and I could taste my blood.

"Didn't your mother ever teach you manners?" He hissed at me.

"Didn't your mother ever tell you keeping someone against their will is bad? Oh wait, you probably have no mothers. They were too disgusted to have given birth to monsters like you."

I retaliated and I saw his hand come up once again. I was expecting a slap, but instead a firm and strong hand gripped my neck and suddenly, he was literally taking the breath out of my lungs, choking me with his one hand, tightening second per second.

It hurts. It hurts and I start to let out whimpered and choked out sounds, my eyes tearing up from the pressure and I almost think I'm about to pass out, or worse, die, but then he gets kicked to the side and his hand disappears from my neck, allowing me to suck in air again.

I pant and I pant. Coughing and inhaling as much oxygen as I could to help me breathe again, but even though his hand is no longer around my throat, I can still feel them. A shudder traveled throughout my entire body.

"What the fuck, Bastian?!" Oskar growled at the black-haired man who had just shoved him to the ground.

Bastian. He was Atlas' father.

"She is no use to us dead, you fucking imbecile." He snarled at him and his words are pure hatred. It is terrifying, the way someone like that could exist and live amongst us.

Somehow it makes me wish Oskar had just finished me off right there so I wouldn't have to come face to face with him.

When Bastian turned to me, I have never felt so intimidated and horrified. What's worse is that he looks so much like Atlas that I can't help but remember him.

I wonder what is going on with them back in Los Altos. Could they have found Wes? Maria? Were they okay? Would they be coming for me? Would they save me? Would they even know where to go? There were so many answers, but no way to get answers.

All I know is that I would much rather prefer them never to replace me if they had to meet their fathers that were nothing but barbaric and savage monsters. These men don't deserve the Wolfe brothers. I don't want them to ever meet each other, and that's exactly what Eve Wolfe thought, too.

I remembered the video message she had left for the brothers and Keith and the fear in her eyes when she talked about these men. Now I know.

I know and understand all too well the reason why she decided never to let the brothers meet their own fathers and she escaped from them while she still could.

Bastian's eyes are a darker gray than Atlas' like he had done so much evil in his life that somehow the darkness had transferred to his eyes.

He stared into my soul and I tried to look away, but he wouldn't let me, grabbing me by my chin and forcing me to look at him.

"You've got some fight in you, I can tell you that, but that's not going to do you any good around here." He tells me as if he's giving me 'consolation' but I can see in his eyes the amusement and pride over this whole situation.

They have been planning this for God knows how long. Why? I don't know, but it's not going to be good, that I am sure of, and I'm scared to know what it is. I hope they just kill me, but something tells me that's going to be too easy.

And when has anything in my life ever been easy?

"If anything, it's going to be quite fun with her feisty attitude, don't you think?" The blonde interjected and both Bastian and Oskar rolled their eyes at him.

"I don't need to know whatever the fuck you're planning to do to her, Carlisle. I'm sick of hearing a she-wolf get murdered in your room when you go overboard with them." Bastian tells the man with an obvious disdain in his tone and I tried not to let myself get affected by it, but what the actual fuck does he mean by a she-wolf getting murdered?

Now that I know all three of their names, Carlisle being Wes' father, we go to the next important question which is what. the. f u ck. is wrong with all of them?

"It's not my fault they can't handle me, Bastian. Though I am pleased that finally somebody like this one showed up. It's our lucky fucking day." Carlisle responded and my heart clenched in my chest.

How can somebody like them exist and, specifically, have sons as good and as remarkable as Atlas, Wes, and Dev when they are like... that? I just can't begin to fathom it.

I freeze in place when Carlisle takes three steps towards me and takes Bastian's spot. Each time one of them gets closer, I can't decide which one is worse. They were all completely fucked up and it's abhorrent that they are still breathing.

All of a sudden, he fisted my hair and yanked it backwards, pulling my neck down and I screamed from the sudden force.

I heard a cold chuckle and the breath traveled around my neck.

"That's exactly how you're going to scream for me while I'm deep inside you, little Lycan."

Oh, god. Oh, god, no. This can't be happening. He can't be serious. He's not... he's not seriously going to... to rape me?

Then I felt his tongue slide from the bottom of my neck to the top and my resolve not to show any emotions dies down.

"Get the fuck off me!" I shouted and wriggled my body to get him off, but it was no use. He just pinned me harder to the post and bore his eyes into mine.

"So feisty..." He said with a raspy voice I almost gagged.

"You're all fucking sick! Fuck you and fuck your disgusting motives! I will not let any of you touch me!" I fought back, screaming and shouting at them as I kept moving my body, shaking it continuously as I tried to break free. I didn't know if it was even possible, but I just kept going anyway.

I had to do something, anything.

I didn't care that they just stood there, laughing at me and mocking me. I don't care. I needed to get the fuck out of here.

I wasn't sure how long I was trying to pull myself out of my chains, but I was completely taken aback as well when all of a sudden the one on my right had come off and I took this opportunity to break from the other one.

Without a single hesitation, I ran.

I thought I could get out. I let my hand out, stretching it as far as I could and it felt so close, so close, until somebody had gotten a hold of my hair and yanked me down to the ground, making me hit my head and I swear I think it gave me a concussion. "Fuck!" I screamed as pain shot through my body and my head felt like it was hammered.

"Stupid girl. Do you really think we'd let you escape?" Somebody said as he crouched down and grabbed me by my hair, forcing me to turn to him.

It was Oskar and the look on his face was horrifying.

Bastian lowered himself down and stroked my cheek in a 'gentle' manner, but the touch was nothing like the brothers'. The touch burned like I was in hell and I was being tortured over and over again.

"Ever since that bitch exposed us to the King, nobody has ever been able to conceive another Lycan heir, let alone a female one. What was it, seventeen, eighteen years ago?"

That bitch? Were they talking about Eve, the brothers' mom?

Carlisle licked his lips as he gave me a chilling smirk. "It was a good thing we managed to escape. Those fake bodies disguised as us sure helped to make them think we had died in that fire, and slowly but surely, we managed to build back our empire and create a new army. Wolves who wanted nothing more than to be able to breed with another female Lycan and you're just the tip of the iceberg, missy."

My body was shaking uncontrollably now, and even if I tried to tell myself not to cry, it wouldn't stop. Tears just kept flowing down.

Bastian lowered himself to me and I whimpered desperately, angry at how pathetic I sounded.

Fight back, you stupid girl. Fight back!

I kept telling myself, but I couldn't. I was pinned down by three Lycans and everything around me was beginning to spin as I felt blood dripping from the back of my head. I... I can't move...

"Did you finally realize why you're here? Why have we been so desperate to replace someone like you - the last female Lycan aside from the Queen?"

I couldn't answer. I didn't even want to. Fuck them. I hope they all die and rot in hell.

I feel their hands touch around my body and I cry harder and harder.

This was it.

Everything was over.

"We've been waiting for someone like you for a very, very long time. Waiting for someone to be able to conceive an heir because no other plain she-wolf can conceive one without dying, but with you now here, you won't just be able to conceive any heir, you will be able to conceive a full breed. So close your eyes, little Lycan, because we're going to enjoy this. We're going to enjoy you."

I don't know if it was from fear or the blunt force trauma to my head, but it felt like my body was beginning to shut down.

Whatever it was, I was at least glad I wouldn't be conscious when it happens.

When they destroy me.

-

I feel warmer. It also felt like my hands and feet were also not tied up anymore. At least I think so.

I blinked my eyes open and was expecting to see the same musky and dark chamber I was locked in and chained at earlier, but was shocked to see I was in a room.

And not just any room. It looked like I was in a hotel room with a chandelier at the top, my own vanity desk, and the bed as comfortable as a hotel, too. What the hell was going on? Have I been rescued?

I doubt it because I would have at least been aware of the brothers arriving. At least, I had hoped I would be, but there was nothing like that which occurred earlier.

The last thing I remembered was passing out when the three men surrounded me.

Oh, god... Does this mean they've- oh, no, please. It can't be.

I looked down at myself, assessing my body, and realized I was wearing something else. I was no longer in the dirty crop top and yellow skirt that I was wearing to Dev's game. Instead, it was a long and sheer white gown draped over my body. The cloth was so thin you could see my undergarments.

Fuck. I didn't feel comfortable at all.

I looked up and scanned the room more and when I spotted a window at the side with the sun high up in the clouds I quickly got up off bed and started running to it, but the disappointment drowned me in waves when I realized it was... fake.

It was... a screen. An LCD of some sort to make it look like it was an actual window where things were happening outside. When I started going around the room and touching things, it dawned on me that most of the things here weren't real. The fruits, the food, the makeup items, they were all fake. Decorations, if you must. What the fuck was going on?

Suddenly, the door swung open and my heart shattered into a tiny million pieces.

It's them.

Again.

But... they look different.

More... clean? As if they had been scrubbed clean and their clothes were different compared to earlier which were more semi-formal clothes. Now they were wearing what they would to bed and- Oh, fuck.

No fucking way.

I looked down at myself again and suddenly realized that I was the same, that my skin was clean, and my clothes were ready... for them to take off of me.

"How do you like your room, little Lycan?" Oskar asked as he took a step forward and I moved backwards.

The more they walked closer, the further I went back until there was no more space for me to move and I was against the corner of the room. Fuck, fuck, I'm trapped.

"Well, whether you like it or not, you don't have a choice. This is your room now for the unforeseeable future. Your room for every day and night when we come in until you give us a full breed heir." Fuck this.

I would rather die.