Fated To The Lycan Brothers
Chapter 105

Devon Wolfe

Nobody is in their right state of mind right now, but we're all pretending that we are. It's fucking maddening the fact that we can't do much more when we're thousands of feet up in the air. I mean, we have done as much as we could, but it's like... it's just not enough. Atlas has retreated to stress balls, the closest thing he can get his hands on and 'destroy' without harming anything or anyone in the closed space of a plane, and let's just say he's definitely destroyed a lot. Like, twenty of them and counting.

Wes is still recovering. Atlas and I told him that we could handle it ourselves, but he wasn't backing down, the hardheaded fucker, but we all understand him. If one of us were in his same situation, we would raise hell just to get on this plane to Suri. Broken ribs and all.

He claims by the time we land, he would be fully healed by then, and let's fucking hope that's right because I have a feeling whatever we're going to encounter there is not going to be a piece of cake.

I look down at my phone that still hasn't stopped buzzing, my phone connected to the in flight wifi. People are still tagging me, posting, commenting, and sending congratulatory messages from my win earlier this morning.

I let out a heavy sigh as I lowered myself down on the couch and moved my focus to the outside of the plane window, afternoon clouds passing us continuously.

Stop thinking it's your fault. Stop thinking it's your fault.

That thought repeated in my head over and over again, forcing me not to blame myself for the reason Suri was taken.

It's fucking messed up now that I think about it - how happy we were just hours ago. The way her and my brothers cheered for me on the bleachers and how wide Suri's smile was when she was watching me get the medals. She was my biggest motivation. And then, all of a sudden, she was just gone. Taken to god knows where and I hate, I fucking hate that we weren't able to protect her.

But we can't change the past, and all we can do is focus on the present and future which I know will be us getting her back. We're not leaving that place until we do, no matter the goddamn cost and whoever we have to fight.

I saw Atlas coming out of his room, knitted brows and a scowl on his face as he approached me.

"Wes' tech guy found something," he says before settling down on the seat in front of me.

This is either good, or horrifyingly bad.

Or both.

Either way we don't have a choice, but to face it.

"It's... not looking good," Atlas added as he pushed his hair back and looked down at his hands fiddling with his fingers.

"Just say it, man."

"Fuck, okay," he let out a heavy sigh before looking up at me, exhaustion on his face. "It's exactly what Keith said before we left." Shit.

Exactly what we were dreading.

Before we left, Keith was devastatingly worried about who we were about to face, and he had a strong feeling that we knew exactly who they were going to be - our own fathers. Or rather, the ones who provided their s***m because they were definitely not deserving of the 'father' title.

Keith was having second thoughts of letting us go, but he knew there was not much we could do and he of course wanted to get Suri back home. All of us had just hoped that it wouldn't be them, our mother's words repeating in our heads.

"No matter what you do, or what happens, please do not ever, ever try to look for them."

I can only imagine the monstrous things they had made our mother experience, the kind of t*****e she had to go through in their hands which made her want us to promise we would never go near them, but fu c k...

We have to if it means saving Suri.

"How... how do you know? What did he find out?" I asked Atlas, nervous of what he was going to say.

"It took him some time to get through the firewall of their connection, but once he got through he was able to connect to their security cameras, and he sent me the access. I made sure he deleted it from his end, but fuck, Dev, fuck, it's them. I know it's them." Atlas exclaimed as his body began to slightly tremble and Jesus Christ, seeing Atlas so shaken up is something you definitely do not see everyday, or fuck, not even once a year so whatever he saw, it must be... heavy.

He passed his phone to me and it takes me a second to muster the courage to grab it and another few seconds to click play on the screen, and when it starts to play, the air in my lungs immediately ceases at seeing Suri unconscious being carried into what looked like an abandoned cottage deep in the woods. It was surrounded in vines and covered in tall trees and their branches, the perfect camouflage.

But it wasn't the place that caught my attention, it was the man carrying Suri because he looked too familiar.

I turned to Atlas. "Isn't this-"

He nodded, the stress ball in his hand getting torn into two pieces easily. I have a feeling that's exactly what he plans to do to the assholes we encounter from here on out.

"His name is Winston Peters from a small Pack in Ohio. Keith got information from them too and apparently they've been in a lot of financial trouble for a while now. A lot of them are also getting sick. The Pack is close to becoming obsolete so no wonder he was desperate. I should have gutted that a*****e when we had the chance." Atlas exclaimed, his leg moving up and down as he fiddled with another stress ball. How many did he bring to flight?

"You didn't know what he was capable of. None of us did, but what's done is done, and we're going to rectify the situation, alright? We have more than enough information and manpower to do so." Atlas sighed. "Yeah, you're right. But, uh, play the video again."

Right. I almost forgot about that.

I looked down at his phone and clicked play. I watched as men entered and exited that area in the woods and I'm sure Atlas had already made his calculations on the timing and how many they were.

I was so distracted with analyzing them, too, that I was completely taken aback when they showed up.

I thought I had somehow imagined them, but when I rewinded the clip, it was right there. The file was not in any means high definition, but there was no doubt that the three men talking to themselves by the entrance were... the men who harassed and hurt our mom throughout those years.

I felt my blood boiling and my anger rising with every second that passed.

I hated that we looked like them. I hated that we had the same blood and genes, and whatever else.

But I know that we are nothing alike when it comes to virtue, and I can't wait to tear them apart limb by limb when we arrive.

I passed Atlas his phone back and for the duration of the flight, we didn't really talk much. We know what we have to do.

We know that blood will be shed, and whether or not the river runs red by it, we don't care.

We'll do everything we have to do to save Suri, even if it means killing every last one of them. Atlas Wolfe

I'm livid. Absolutely and undoubtedly fucking raging, like every cell and every nerve in my body is on fire and the only way to extinguish it is to let karma loose on all those pieces of s hits who thought they could hurt our Suri. And by karma I mean my goddamn fist on their faces, my claws on their bodies, and my fangs on their necks.

I will rip them apart but slowly, so that they could feel the pain in their veins and watch as they try to beg for their lives, but I will not stop, because people like them do not deserve to breathe another second.

I will destroy them.

But still...

A part of me can't help but think about it, too.

Think about the men I saw on my screen. The second they came up, my heart sank and I had to replay it more than ten times to believe that it was what I was looking at.

They were the men that destroyed my mother's life, but at the same time, they also brought us to this world, and if they hadn't, we wouldn't be here. We wouldn't have become brothers, met Keith, and definitely not Suri.

And a part of me, a very, very miniscule part of me, has the need to figure out where it all went wrong with them. With the men who don't deserve to be called our fathers.

Why did they end up doing what they did? Why would they have to kidnap other women, t*****e them, and force them to do sexual acts when they could have just waited for a mate or found themselves their own chosen mates?

It didn't make sense to me, and somehow I wanted to find an answer to it.

Maybe before I kill them if they hurt Suri, but whatever it is...

I guess we will find out soon enough.

Wesley Wolfe

I woke up in a cold sweat and my body was shaking repeatedly. I had a dream. No, I had a nightmare.

Suri was chained to the ground in a dark and cold room. She was beaten and bruised, so dirty every part of her gorgeous and soft skin was now the color of charcoal.

I tried to run to get to her, tried to shout for her to come to me, but it was useless. I couldn't move nor could she hear me.

And then the door opened and three men came in.

Three men that looked a lot like me, and Atlas, and Devon.

Then it hit me. They were our fathers. No, they were the men who raped our mother and hurt her so much that she chose to just run away with three boys not knowing what kind of life awaited her, but she was willing to risk all of that as long as she was away from them. They were evil; pure evil, and I was terrified of what they were going to do to our Suri if we couldn't make it to her on time.

They started to walk towards her, cold and calculating faces, no signs of warmth and mercy can be found in their eyes. It was unsettling. I wonder how men like them could exist? Had they been born like that or had something happened for them to become such... monsters?

Suri started to scream when they reached her. I move, squirm, kick, and writhe around but my body is frozen on the ground.

When their hands come up to touch her, I scream so loud it feels like my throat has been set on fire.

"Stop touching her, you fucking assholes! I will break your fucking necks! Stay the fuck away from her!"

But she can't hear me. They can't hear me. Nobody can.

And she cries, and cries, and then all of a sudden, her head moves to me. Her eyes look into mine and they're red and drenched in tears.

She is broken. They have shattered her like glass, and destroyed the one good thing left in this fucked up world.

"You're too late," she whispered, her tears never stopping.

My eyes opened and the nightmare was over, but the blood-curdling scream that ripped through her lungs has forever been engraved in my memory.

I jolted up from bed when light appeared by the door in my suite.

It's Atlas and he looks like he hasn't slept a wink, still on edge..

"Good, you're up. We've arrived." He says before giving me a nod and disappearing back out.

I let out a shuddery exhale, feeling my upper body, glad that my healing abilities have pretty much restored me good as new.

I'm going to need all the strength I can get. I don't give a fuck if I break more bones again.

Anybody who hurt Suri is not coming out of this alive.