Fated To The Lycan Brothers
Chapter 17

Suri Nightingale

So far, dinner with everyone wasn't bad as I expected, but maybe that's because of the way Keith was sending death threats to Atlas and Wes through his eyes. I had no idea what he said to them, but it was probably along the lines of - if you dare say anything bad to Suri, you're grounded for a month. No phones, no cars, and no parties is probably enough to get both their panties in a twist.

I guess it also helped that Dev was right in front of me on the other side of the table giving me nice and warm glances. I felt the butterflies in my stomach go crazy every time he did, but I tried my very best not to look affected by it.

I can't let him know how he affects me. I can't let any of them know how they affect me.

Though sometimes I also wonder if there is something else in those hateful looks in their eyes. I know I irk Atlas from time to time-what happened earlier in the hallway was proof of that-but Wes?

I can't help but think that though he has this obvious dislike for me being here that he may or may not still feel something else by the way I sometimes catch him giving me glances that are a few seconds longer than usual. Could it be possible that he's also... admiring me? The way I look? The way this dress makes me look?

Or maybe it's just because it's Wes, the fuck boy, and he will look at any girl as if he is seconds away from having his tongue down her throat.

Dev, though, was a different story. With his nice and warm glances also came quick little glimpses filled with... something else. Something like... wanting, longing, and... thirsting?

And then of course there is Atlas who just looked like he wanted to stab me with his fork, but because he couldn't, his potato salad got the worst of it. The hot sauce made it look like it had gone into battle and bled to death, too.

I knew in his mind, that was exactly how he wanted me to be - dead and bloody.

Well, I don't care. Why would I? Frankly, I'm actually glad I have that effect on him. It means what I've been saying and doing are working. I'm getting through him. He's not taking me lightly.

A small proud smirk curved my lips and I knew Atlas saw it because his stare got even angrier.

Bite me, asshole.

Keith cleared his throat, pulling me back to focus on dinner.

"So, Suri, how did you like the mall with Devon?" Keith asked while we were finishing up our second main course.

Yup, you heard that right. Second. I'm eating a twelve course meal, and even I myself couldn't believe that was a thing. Gone are the days I had to strive to get even just one meal a day, now I was eating twelve in one sitting.

Not that I was complaining. This stuffed lamb breast with lemon, ricotta, and oregano was the red meat of everyone's dreams as it was soft at every bite and the flavor of the herbs just exploded in your mouth.

I tried my very best not to end up letting out a moan and a small drool with each bite I took.

That part was successful, but the other part where I tried not to slightly drool over Atlas and how our conversation went earlier - that one was a little bit more complicated.

Somehow, I hate the man, but at the same time, I can't really lie to myself. He was smoking hot and it doesn't help that now I couldn't stop thinking about him jerking off to me.

Including the way his hand tightened his grip on my neck and the warmth of his instantly sent tingles all over my body. I have never felt that way and it was hard to deny that I didn't like it.

Oh for f**k's sake, Suri. You hate the guy! Don't let his antics get to you! He's just some attractive douche bag that is certainly not worth thinking about.

"It was great. Dev told me that you actually built the mall. That's really impressive. I couldn't stop being amazed at all the technology and dedication it took to build something like that." I told Keith and though he looked flattered, Wes and Atlas on the other hand were rolling their eyes at me unimpressed.

They were probably thinking I was sucking up to their father, but I really was genuinely amused by it since it wasn't everyday I got to see something like that in the shady places my mom and I moved to. I wish the two of them would stop thinking everything I say and do was an attack on their existence.

"I'm glad to hear that, Suri. One of these days, I can bring you to the office. It might pique your interest." He offered and my eyes widened at that thought.

"I would love that!" I said a little too excitedly.

If the mall looked like that with the cute little robots roaming around, I'm sure an office built for one of the biggest and smartest tech companies would be mind blowing. I wouldn't want to miss the chance to see and experience that for myself. Though my excitement was cut short when I heard snickers coming from the side.

It was from Wes and Atlas as they whispered something to each other that made both of them laugh.

"Care to share what has gotten you two so giddy like a bunch of little school girls?" Keith asked, slightly aggressively.

"Yeah, little school girls," Dev chimed in.

I had to hold in my laughter. Damn. Keith got some fight in him, and I love that. His boys need to be put in place once in a while. Dev seemed to be enjoying himself, too.

The two scoffed at the same time and though one is dark-haired and the other light, they looked almost alike at that exact moment - both visibly annoyed boys who undeniably and wholeheartedly could not give a shit.

I saw Wes nudge Atlas on his arm and Atlas clicked his tongue at him before turning back to face us and with an emotionless expression and cold tone, he said, "Suri loves sucking up to her new daddy!"

My face flushed red at his words and I accidentally dropped the fork on the floor. Damn it.

"Sorry, sorry, I'll get it." I apologized quickly, feeling embarrassed. I didn't mean to react, but I was just so surprised he would say that out loud, I couldn't help it.

I was about to pick the fork up when Keith stopped me. "It's fine. We have people to get that for you."

After he said that, one of the staff just standing by the kitchen door did approach me and I mumbled her an apology before she grabbed the fork and quickly replaced it with a new one.

I guess they did have people for everything.

There were a few seconds of silence as I fixed my position on my seat and once I was settled, Keith spoke up and said calmly, "Two weeks, Atlas. I'm taking away your car for two weeks."

Atlas almost choked on his food and his face went from amused to pissed. "What the hell? Are you serious? My training starts in the second week. How do you expect me to get to it if I don't have a car?"

Walk? Commute? Catch a ride? I wanted to tell him there were so many answers for his little dilemma, but I guess the pretty little rich boy isn't capable of any of those. He has a car for a reason and that's probably because his ego won't let him ride on anything that isn't his.

Keith, though, looked like he could barely care. I think Atlas has definitely screwed himself over this time and Keith was completely done with his crap. "I don't care. Figure it out. Benjamin will drive Suri for the meantime while she still doesn't have her own car yet so if you know what's best for you, maybe then you'll hop off your high horse and ride with her."

What? s**t! How did I suddenly get involved in his punishment? I'm not sure what Keith thinks he's going to achieve by putting us in one car every morning, but I certainly do not want to replace out. I don't want to be in the same car as this asshole! Talk about torture.

It seems Atlas must be thinking the same thing, too, because he lightly slams his fists on the table-not loud enough to create a ruckus but enough to make a statement-before glaring at me.

"No f*****g way am I going to let myself suffer through that bullshit. I'd rather stab myself." He replied coldly.

Then do it, i diot. I almost said that out loud, but thankfully managed to stop myself.

Keith shrugged his shoulders unbothered. "Suit yourself." Then went back to eating his dessert like nothing had happened, like he hadn't just made his son explode into anger and fury.

And that was the end of that conversation.

But while silence resonated in the four corners of the dining room, I could almost hear Atlas screaming curse words at me through his eyes.

I gulped nervously when he stabbed his strawberry fruit tart and the red filling oozed out of it, all while his eyes remained locked on mine like he was thinking of ways to murder me in my sleep that night.

I have a very strong feeling he was doing exactly just that.

It looks like I'll have to sleep with one eye open later tonight.

But for now, I have to focus on surviving this party with people that are so completely different from who I am.

I let out an internal sigh and silently prayed for my sanity.