Fated To The Lycan Brothers
Chapter 14

Atlas Wolfe

As soon as I got back to the house, Lucy was already waiting for me with her arms crossed in front of her chest, an unamused expression plastered on her face.

"You weren't supposed to use your car," she raises her brow at me.

"And you're not the boss of me," I retaliated with a playful smirk, dangling my keys in front of her to taunt her.

I've known Lucy since the first day we moved into this house. She's around her mid forties, but because she has no kids, no husband, or any other possible stressful factor in her life-excluding my brothers and I-she looks like she drinks from a fountain of youth somewhere and could be mistaken for someone still in her thirties.

I may be a dick, but I'm never purposely a d i c k to her or the other helpers around here. I just like to mess around.

She shakes her head before sighing deeply. "You're going to get in big trouble with Sir Keith."

I shrugged my shoulders. I already know that.

I flashed her a wide smirk. "Trouble, schmobol, it's just another Saturday." I respond to her nonchalantly before I start walking into the house, passing her as I lift my hand up to give a quick wave, not bothering to turn around to look at her.

I'm sure she's got that expression on again. The one where she's rolling her eyes so hard and deciding whether or not her salary is worth it. I'm half certain it is. Keith is a freaking angel who came down to earth so they likely get paid more than they're used to. Probably one of the-few-reasons most workers here keep up with our s**t.

Once I dropped my things off in my room and visibly noticed that Suri-and Devon-were still not back home, I decided to replace someone else to entertain/annoy me with.

"You piss off Stefanie again?" I asked Wes who was doing push ups in our home gym.

I figured he'd be here since I didn't hear him f*****g anyone in his room. It's always either the two. Well, three, if you add the bar lounge, but right now there are a bunch of staff there managing the place for the party later tonight.

"What makes you say that?" My unbothered brother asked as he finished his one arm push ups with no sweat.

Most physical activities come easy to us. Not to sound like I'm bragging, but that's just how it is. We were quite literally born with one of the strongest blood in our world and strived to hone that strength ever since we were young. Mostly because of our mother, but a lot of help came from Keith. Thanks to his resources, we had a lot of space to run free and train. That's what I love about Los Altos - the vast nature that surrounds us.

Tall trees, acres of greenery; the perfect way to mask our howls and sometimes, even growls.

"Because she posted another half naked selfie of her on the gram. She only does that when she wants people to want her and by people I mean you." I grab his water bottle and toss it to him, Wes easily catching it.

He chugs it in one go before pushing his hair back, all the sweat dripping off from it and I slowly shake my head. Thank god for the staff who cleans this place daily or else every corner here would be a breeding ground for bacteria.

Wes shrugged his shoulders without a care in the world. "I told her I've got a thing next Friday. She thinks just because I eat her out she's got me tied to her. Even used the Jacob card on me like, please, that guy couldn't replace her g spot even if it was staring right back at him." He shakes his head with a scoff. "Women."

I let out a light chuckle, amused by his usual girl problems. Wes puts the boy in fuck boy, and I admire him for his devotion in allowing his libido to let loose.

Some Fridays he does whatever the f**k he wants. Well, he f***s whoever he wants.

But the other Fridays, that's for us, and nobody can take that away no matter how hard they try. They'd lose a limb before they even have a sliver of a chance of making it happen.

"Atta boy," I said to him with a smirk.

"Ah, by the way. I met the new girl this morning."

My jaw stiffened the second he mentioned her.

Wes let out a deep exhale as he licked his lips and something about the way his eyes flashed mischief made me feel uneasy.

Was he thinking of her in a sexual way? If he was, why was it bothering me? Oh cut it out, Atlas. This girl is not even a blip on your radar. You don't give a shit.

"And?" I asked as Wes walked closer to me, spinning his towel around and I told him to cut it off because his sweat was flying everywhere.

But instead of going about my day, not giving a f**k about her, I'm here trying to dig for more information. f**k me.

"Sorry, boss man," he teased.

"But yeah, Suri Nightingale is quite a sneaky girl herself. She was listening in on mine and Steffi's conversation earlier. She's much different from what Keith described her though. She didn't look that..." He turned his head to the side as if in thought before looking back at me. "Fragile, for someone who's been living through hell since she lost her mother."

Wes is right. I was also expecting some beat down girl that could barely walk straight based on how Keith would always share that she has had a poor and abused life.

But Suri doesn't look like a twig that could any second from now break into two. No. She looked like a goddamn model with her slender figure yet perfectly filled up boobs and ass.

I felt a tingle down my spine and I pushed it away, fast.

"Frankly, she looked like she could bite my dick off when I stared her down. Not that I would have a problem with that if she did it gently." Wes chuckled and though most of the time I never gave a flying f**k about his sexual adventures, this time I felt less supportive of it.

"No," I responded and he turned to me surprised and confused.

"No, what?" He asked me with a raised brow.

"Just... she's mine. I want to break her, make her run back to that shithole she came from. You can do a little, but Suri Nightingale, she's fresh meat, and you know how much I like my meat fresh." I sucked in a lungful of air as the thought of Suri staring back at me from the balcony flashed in my head.

She was standing there - bed head and all, but the way her eyes devoured my body, fuck.

I knew the moment her eyes laid on mine and vice versa, that I was going to have a lot of fun with her.

"Easy, big bro. You're seconds from drooling." Wes said, snapping me out of my thoughts and I hit the back of his head.

"Yo! Uncalled for!" He growled and I growled back, but right after, we just laughed at each other.

Our relationship was exactly like this. We've only ever had each other so though it seems like we could bite each other's heads off one second, we just laugh it off the next.

My brothers are the only blood family I have left, and I prioritize them. Which is exactly why Suri showing up here is a threat that needs to be eliminated, and fast.

My phone buzzed in my pocket and it seems like Wes' did too as he looked at his at the same time.

"Dinner at six thirty before the party. Be on your best behavior. I mean it. And Atlas, who the hell said you could use your car? I'm getting your keys as soon as I get back home!" A text from Keith. Or correction, a threat from Keith.

Wes and I looked at each other before rolling our eyes and simultaneously saying, "Fun."

"Seems like you already did something to piss off daddy-o. What'd you do? Annoy our little guest in front of him?" Wes asked with a raised brow.

"Something like that..."

I cracked my knuckles and pushed the lump in my throat, another thought of Suri flashing in my mind in bits and pieces.

The way her eyes looked at me as I was eating that piece of bacon. The way her entire face flushed when I said the word 'f u c k'. The way her warm skin felt at the tip of my lips was so- "Well? Are you gonna tell me what it was?"

I shook my head when Wes' question echoed in my mind, bringing me back to the present again.

"What was what?"

Wes groaned. "The punishment. Did Keith just forbid you from using your car or are there others?"

"Right, right. Uh, one week of no car and no drinking tonight." I told him and he laughed.

"As if you'll follow that last part," he said while shaking his head in amusement.

"Tell me about it. Sometimes I think Keith thinks too highly of us. It's kind of... touching."

"You're an ass," Wes commented.

"Aren't we all, brother?"

He thinks before saying, "That much is true, but you, big brother, something's off about you and I think I know why..." He shot me a knowing smirk that made me want to wipe it off him. "Don't sweat it. I know what I'm doing. Tell me, when have I ever failed us?"

"Never," he replied in a heartbeat.

We've gone through a lot of s**t together. We may just seem like a bunch of rich assholes, but that's because those who look at us don't really look at us. All their eyes care to see are the physical features, the fancy cars, and the big parties. They have no idea that just like Suri, we've also gone to hell and back. I guess we're just better at hiding it.

Or rather, replaceing other ways to release our frustrations about it.

"Exactly. I've never let you guys down and that's not going to be any different this time around." I said as I placed my hand on his shoulder and squeezed it. "So focus on what you're doing while I do mine. Now get out of here. I'm sick of your face." Wes rolled his eyes at me before walking ahead, but just before we walked our separate ways, he turned to me with a sly grin. "Take care of the fresh meat before it starts to stink up the place, alright?"

I made sure to let him know that he had nothing to worry about, shooing him away, but deep down...

I knew he was right.

Suri may be mine and ripe for the taking right now, but if I don't act on it soon then who knows how much collateral damage she'll cause?

"f**k's sake, I need to-"

I stopped on my tracks when said collateral damage was in her room, standing in front of a mirror and holding a dress in front of her body, with nothing but her bra and panties on.

Holy shit.

She was wearing matching red ones and though I tried to stop myself from looking, I couldn't help but analyze every inch of her body, and god damn if it wasn't the sexiest thing I've ever seen.

I imagined taking her from behind. My hand tightly gripping on her shoulders, guiding her, and she's screaming my name as she begs for me to fuck her harder. Her perfect round a s s hitting me as my cock thrusted into her deeper and deeper. She wants more. She wants-

My thoughts are suddenly interrupted when she notices that her door is open and I was looking right into it. I was so sure she was going to shout at me, but instead, she took heavy stomps before slamming the door and the loud sound echoed in the hallway. All while I stood there...

With a f*****g hard on.

Damn it.