Fated To The Lycan Brothers
Chapter 27

Suri Nightingale

"First and foremost, we have Atlas."

Hearing his name sends shivers down my spine even though I don't mean for it to do that. It just happens. Unfortunately.

"The eldest and probably the most pain in the a s s. The first year they arrived here, everyone knew they shouldn't be messed with, but it was Atlas that solidified that belief. He beat the s**t out of this group of seniors for 'accidentally' hitting his younger brother, Devon, during PE. A freshman beating up seniors to a pulp? Unheard of. You can only imagine the chaos that erupted after. They were pretty much untouchable after that. And not long after, they became somewhat like the rulers of this place."

Rulers, she said. It sounds a lot like bullshit. I don't care what they say, but no fifteen year olds would be able to do something like that. It just doesn't make any sense.

But then again, from everything I've seen and learned around here, not a lot of things did either.

Polly taps her fingers on the metal handle of the locker next to mine. "I guess it also helps that their father, Mr. Whitford, is like crazy, stupid, rich and he's known for pretty much changing Los Altos in a good way after they got here. I know there are probably richer parents out there, but Mr. Whitford is different. He's like... influential in a different way."

It's funny now hearing Keith get called Mr. Whitford because it sounds so formal compared to how he wanted me to call him by his first name. I guess to a lot of people, he really is this outstanding man of some sorts. A well-mannered and respected genius. Definitely a far cry from Atlas.

I closed my locker and started walking, Polly beside me and the other girls talking with themselves behind us.

"Anyways, as I was saying. The boy has anger issues taller than Mount Everest. Wait, that is still the tallest mountain in the world, right?" Polly questions.

"Yes, Polyester. I'm pretty sure that's not ever going to change, actually." Ariana interjects, which lets me know that they are in fact listening to our conversation.

"Okay then yeah, my point stands." Polly concludes before continuing with delight visible in her tone. "But anyways, you get what I'm trying to say, right? Atlas could rip apart anyone that stands in his way and as scary as that sounds, don't we just love a bad boy?" Her eyes twinkle as she says that.

"Especially one that looks delicious from top to bottom. Rawr," the humorful word comes off sexily as it rolls out of her mouth, added with her fingers curling into a claw like she's a sexy dinosaur.

"Oh my god, Polly, please don't ever do that again." I heard Elleana comment and when I turned around, I saw her roll her eyes to the back of her skull.

"Agreed," Ariana added, shaking her head.

Polly stuck her tongue out at them.

"Then we have the middle child, Wes. Don't they always say middle kids are a conundrum?"

I shrugged my shoulders in response. I wouldn't know. I'm an only child and that's a good thing because I would have had no idea how to handle taking care of anyone else with everything that I had to go through. Or worse, being taken care of during all that. I would hate being the reason for someone not being able to live their life because they were obligated to care for me.

"Then again, it's not like the eldest, middle, and youngest roles apply to them because they're what, only a few minutes apart from each other? I don't really know the specifics, but it's something like that." Polly points out as we arrive at our next classroom, but instead of going in, we sit down by the benches at the front of the room.

"Unlike his older brother who is rarely seen with a girl, Wes is the complete opposite."

Wait, did I hear that correctly? Older brother as in Atlas? Atlas is rarely seen with a girl? I replace that hard to believe especially after what happened that night in his room, on his bed, where he... we... Ah!

I instantly pushed those thoughts away. Don't think of him like that, Suri. Well, don't think of him at all. Period.

I focused on listening to Polly.

"We always say that Wes is if a libido was turned into human form. That boy's need for sex is equivalent to a human's need for food. I'm pretty sure he's slept with eighty percent of the women here. Even some of the younger teachers." Her eyes widened as she told me the scandal.

I would be more surprised if I hadn't seen it firsthand. The image of Wes with just a towel wrapped around his hips and how he effortlessly oozed appeal and testosterone as he just stood there breathing by his door. I'm sure the teachers were sucked into that easily.

"Are any of you guys part of that eighty percent?" I meant to only think that, but it spilled out of my thoughts.

"Nope," Polly answered, popping the p and I think she noticed the legitimate shock on my face because she adds, "Oh trust me, I would if I could, but I'm actually taken and I may not look it, but I'm a loyal gal. Wes has tried to charm me into his bed and on his dic k multiple times though."

I smiled. Polly, the loyal extrovert. I filed that information into my brain.

When I glanced over to America's sweetheart though, she had a more frivolous expression. "It was just that one time," she enunciated.

"It was cold and rainy and I was lost. I was annoyed at my parents about something stupid so I kind of escaped from the house and then he passed by me, offered me a ride to wherever refuge I seeked."

"The refuge was his dick, if you didn't get that yet." Polly cut in and Ariana's cheeks burned up.

"In my defense, it was a very warm and very girth-"

"We heard the story multiple times already, Ari! We don't need another play by play." Polly exclaimed, cutting her off, in which Ariana avenged herself by hitting her arm jokingly.

It didn't take long for the two to get into a mini fight as they started jokingly slapping each other's hands away from each other.

Meanwhile, Elleana was a little too quiet at the side. She was totally hiding something. Or maybe not hiding, but she was too ashamed to admit it.

"I... uh..." She bit her lip and fiddled with her fingers.

"Elleana's shy, but don't be fooled, she's gotten that action." Polly's comment makes Elleana's face blush harder.

"It was just a kiss!" She exclaimed, but not a second later, she took it back.

"And maybe some second base. Or was that third?" She muttered. "Damn him and his beautiful blue eyes and soft blonde locks." She cursed under her breath which made the two other girls laugh and pat her back in consolation.

Students were starting to enter the classroom now. Our next class was about to start, but we were just getting to the good part. The part about the youngest brother.

I pursed my lips, waiting for Polly to bring it up, but she's still laughing with the other girls so I spoke up as inconspicuous as I could.

"What about... Devon?" I asked, hoping I didn't come off too... curious.

"Oh, of course. How could we forget our favorite boy out of all?" She gushes and my heart skips.

Was he everyone's favorite? Damn, it turns out I have a bigger competition than I thought.

Wait, what? Shut up, Suri. There is no competition because I'm not competing with anyone. I... I don't like him like that.

"Or technically speaking, everybody's favorite. Girls, boys, mothers, and fathers. He's the dream man and the dream son in law. He puts the boyfriend in boyfriend material. Maybe husband too?" Polly says and they all think about it for a split second while I sit there with my stomach tied in knots.

I guess he really is the Prince Charming of everyone. It only makes sense. After all, he charmed me just minutes after we met each other. I still can't get his smile out of my head and I know it's going to be stuck there for a long, long time.

But why does a part of me wish he was indifferent to everyone except for me?

"Devon was raised to single handedly be the most gorgeous and most talented man on planet earth. The boy can do anything and everything." She turns to the other girls. "Remember during our Freshmen day trip at Canna Lake when Devon was the only guy that managed to catch a fish? All the boys were jealous while all the girls swooned. Who knew catching fish would be so attractive in this day and age?" They nod their heads and chuckle.

Just then we spot our teacher walking into the classroom. The uptight man with round glasses gestures for us to quickly get inside and we do as told.

I followed the girls to the back. Unlike literature class, the tables were arranged for mostly two students in one table, and the other four seaters had already been taken. I waited for them to initiate who's going to sit with who and eventually, Polly pulled me towards her and the chairs.

So we're the designated partners. I smiled to myself.

As the math teacher introduces himself and starts talking, Polly inches closer to me.

"So, have you figured it out yet?" She whispers while she keeps her eyes locked at the teacher.

"Figured what out?" I turned to her confused.

Her head is turned to the front, but it was easy to tell the mischief that formed in her eyes as her lips curled into a cheeky smirk as well.

"Oh, you know..." She says as she slowly turns her head to face me.

Just then, I heard the door open and my face turned to the sound.

"Out of the three brothers. Who's your poison?" Polly whispered to me and at that exact moment, it was as if time started to slow down as the door inched wider and like the universe had somehow summoned them...

One by one, they entered.

Atlas was the first to step in. His black hair cascaded down his forehead. His jaw hardened as he gritted his teeth. His lips lush and glossy as if he had just licked it seconds ago.

But it was his stare from those icy grays of his that had my heart beating like a drum in seconds.

They remained glue to me, bright with scorching intensity, and like a wolf stalking its prey just waiting and waiting until it was time... to pounce.

Wes followed not too far behind. He had an obvious cocky smirk plastered on his face and his body moved with so much coiled grace and laser intensity. He knew every move he made, it had all the girls' panties getting wet and the boys wishing they were him. His eyes replace me in the room and I am even more frozen on my seat. His striking blue eyes glared at me from beneath his dark brows just as his smirk grew wider. I don't know if that was in a positive or negative connotation. Knowing him though, probably the latter.

And then... there was him.

Devon. Dev.

At this point, my heart rate felt like I had been running on a treadmill for two hours and was on some kind of drug that makes me too active.

Holy s**t, is it just me or does he look somehow hotter than the last time I saw him? How is that even possible?

His light brown hair is tousled but at the same time, neatly coiffed. A curl flopped over his eye as he walked, and the hypnotizing green in his eyes easily sucked me in.

I wondered what it would be like to be able to reach up and move the curl away from his face, to touch that smooth skin of his, to possibly cut myself on his strong cheekbones.

There's this feeling of longing that has pooled into my stomach, a powerful ache that is bottling up inside of me getting stronger and more painful because I know that chances are, I'd never have a chance to do any of that.

I noticed that Dev is wearing the proper academy uniform, but his muscles are obviously so large that he fills the shirt up a little too much and if he just loosened one of the buttons from his shirt, he'd be halfway ready to perform for Magic Mike. Oh my god, what the hell am I thinking?

Suddenly, all my thoughts are thrown out of the window when another figure appears from behind them.

Not another man, but a woman.

Her. Destiny.

And I feel my heart break into a million tiny pieces even though in my mind I know it doesn't have the right to do that because Dev and I are nothing.

Dev and I will never be anything.

The sooner I get that into my head, the better things here will be for me.

I slumped on my seat like a turtle hiding in its shell while the teacher continued to talk. Try as I might, I couldn't really focus on whatever the hell he was saying because the only thing that's running in my mind right now is Polly's question. "Who's your poison?"

I don't know, but I know now that the Wolfe brothers are really exactly like that dangerous substance.

If you get even just a little bit in your system...

It spreads until it destroys you.