Fated To The Lycan Brothers
Chapter 107

Suri Nightingale

They are here. They are really here. My boys. Atlas, Wes, and Dev were standing in front of me, their faces rather stoic, and their bodies covered in blood.

I have a strong inkling that it isn't their blood, but I'm not sure that is even a good thing either.

It just goes to show that something had happened downstairs before they got up to here. Something big, something that is not having them ripping their own dick head fathers apart. Or rather, s***m donors, because they are not their fathers. They will never be their fathers. They will never be like Keith.

Bastian's massive stature is looming behind the boys and I feel uneasy. I feel more than scared. I am both worried and afraid because I never expected them to be standing so close to one another without blood being shed. There is no blood.

Not from the older men, and not from my boys.

What the fuck is going on?

"Are you deaf, little Lycan? Get out of here before I change my mind and continue what we were doing earlier." Bastian exclaimed and the carnal desire in his eyes disgusts me.

I saw Atlas flinch. He flinched! His hand clenched into a fist but just when I thought he was going to retaliate, he didn't. He... takes a deep breath and remains unmoving. Just like Wes and Dev who are looking at me emotionless. I repeat, what the fuck?!

All of a sudden, Atlas turned to Bastian and he said, "Can we have a moment with her?"

His voice is monotone, not a hint of emotion.

But I can feel it. I don't know how, but I can feel that he is trying to control himself. He is trying to stop the fight rising in him. He wants to fight... but he can't.

Why?

Carlisle and Oskar both appear and the other two boys visibly stiffen up.

When I saw them for the first time, I was completely stunned. I knew somewhere out there they existed or had existed because I wasn't sure then if they were still alive, because how on earth would the brothers be alive if they hadn't been conceived by a man and a woman, but looking at them with my own two eyes just seemed so unreal.

I had no idea I would be even more astounded, or dumbfounded, at seeing all six of them at the same time.

Jesus H. Christ, they all really looked like each other. The resemblance was uncanny.

I suddenly feel really bad for Eve because I could only imagine her seeing the boys, the ones she loved the most, and also seeing the faces of the men who tortured her. It was... heartbreaking. Bastian turned to the other two and they had some sort of talk with their eyes before he turned back to Atlas.

"Go ahead, but you all know what will happen if you three try anything so I suggest that you be on your best behaviors." He said with a vile smirk that sent shivers down my spine instantly.

He knew he was in control. All three of them did.

What the hell does he mean by them knowing what will happen? What is going to happen?

Fuck! I hated not knowing what was going on.

Cautiously, the three boys take steps towards me and I suddenly don't know what to do. I just stood there like an id i o t, grasping my right arm that I may or may not have broken. "Hey," they said.

Hey. I had no idea a freaking 'hey' would sound so mind blowing to me, but when you've been kidnapped and trapped god knows where and for how long, seeing the three people you desperately wanted to see finally be there and only say 'hey' to you is... kind of hard to explain.

I can't speak. I can't open my mouth without crying at the relief of seeing them and the boys quickly realized my dilemma, engulfing me in a hug I never thought I would ever be able to have again.

The tears come as soon as I feel them wrap their arms around me and after a few seconds, my whole body is shaking, trembling at the force of the sobs I was desperately trying to keep in.

I didn't want to cry in front of those psychopathic maniacs. I didn't want them to see me having a breakdown, but I could no longer hold it in.

I begged and prayed for the boys to come rescue me and they did. They are here, hugging me, caressing my back, whispering soothing sounds.

I thought I would feel safe once they arrived, and yes I do somewhat feel better in a way, but something doesn't feel right still, and I can't figure out what it is. F u c k.

"Suri, where is your wolf?" Atlas whispered so low he barely made a sound, but thankfully he knows I can read lips. I had told him about it before and it's clear he remembers and he's trying to use it to our advantage.

I slightly shake my head in response, trying to convey a message with the expression on my face - I have no idea where she's gone.

And it's true. I hadn't felt her since I woke up in this god-awful place.

I saw the despair that flooded on the boys' faces. I know it was a bad thing, but there was something else in their expressions. What the hell did they know that I didn't?

I was about to ask them what was going on, until there was a sound of somebody clapping their hands together, making all of us turn to it.

It was Oskar and he was giving us a bored look.

"Family reunion is over," he stated and the boys glanced at each other as if they so desperately wanted nothing more than to behead the men in front of them, but they looked away and just nodded.

It's as if they were being tied down by something, controlled in some way.

"Take it off her now," Atlas demanded.

My ears perked up and my head snapped towards him.

Take what off me?

Bastian let out a loud smug laugh. "Not so fast, son."

"Don't fucking call me that. I am not your son." Atlas retaliated, taking a step forward and I could have sworn he was about to rip Bastian into pieces right then and there but Carlisle behind him lifted his hand up in an upwards motion and I don't know what the hell he was trying to show there, but Atlas just stopped moving completely.

I swear to god something is going on here. I need to freaking know what it is!

"As I was saying before you interrupted me, I want us all to have a nice and lovely family dinner before we send away the little Lycan."

Family dinner? Jesus Christ, they really were insane and they want us to just play along with their sick mind games. Fuck that!

"Dev," I whispered to Dev who was standing a few inches in front of me, somewhat blocking me with his body.

I know he can hear me, but he's not turning around.

"Dev, come on. Let's just leave. Please. Just kill them and let's go," I begged him, but he stayed facing upfront.

"Dev!" I whisper-shouted to get his attention but I quickly realized that was a terrible idea when Oskar had lunged towards me, his speed something I had never encountered because in a split second, his hand with claws was inches from my face and if Dev wasn't in between us, god knows what he could have done.

"Stop! Don't hurt her!" Dev cried out as he was pushing Oskar away by his chest.

He was shaking, but he was still using most of his strength to keep him away from me.

Oskar let out a scoff before letting his hand shift back to human form, and straightening his clothes. "Next time she tries anything, I won't hesitate to murder her."

"If you so much as breathe next to her, we will murder you." Wes exclaimed, his and the boys' eyes changing into their wolves' colors.

"There will be no murdering anybody, for goddess' sake," Bastian said with an exasperated tone. "One family dinner then we can all move on from this as we have agreed upon, and that is not a question, that is an order. Everybody downstairs right now or I will take back my 'no murder' rule."

He didn't wait for an answer. He merely turned around and waltzed his way downstairs as Carlisle and Oskar followed behind, but not before giving us warning glances. Ones that had a clear message - follow or else.

He didn't wait for an answer. He merely turned around and waltzed his way downstairs as Carlisle and Oskar followed behind, but not before giving us warning glances. Ones that had a clear message - follow or else.

I didn't want to follow, and I thought the boys were merely taking that opportunity for us to be away from them before we were going to flee, but I was disappointed when none of them turned to me, continuing walking towards the exit.

But I've had enough. It's either somebody tells me something or I'm not leaving this room!

"Can somebody please tell me what is going on? Why can't we just leave?" I blurted out, taking faster steps so I could get in front of them to stop them from walking out of the room.

"Let's just leave," I repeated. "Please."

None of them met my eye, each one quickly looking away. I felt my heart sink to the pit of my stomach.

Atlas took a step forward and by habit, grabbed my right hand, making me flinch.

All of them turned to me with panic in their faces. "What is it? Did they break your arm?"

"Those fucking assholes!" Wes cursed and he looked ready to rain hell down on earth, but Dev placed his arm in front of him, and with just one glare, he stopped.

I shook my head. "I fell down the drawer and landed on my arm."

They let out a uniform sigh.

"This is why we have to follow, okay? Please, Suri, just follow. Just have this dinner and then this will all be over soon. We're trying to save you." Atlas explained, putting emphasis on the last part.

I am glad that they are here, that they've come here for me, but I know that's not all there is to it. To this messed up situation.

Unfortunately I can't know without risking all our lives, so just as Atlas said, I have to follow.

I swallowed the lump of fear that had lodged in my throat and took a deep breath.

"Yes, you're trying to save me, but that's not just it, and whatever it is, I don't like it. I don't like it. Whatever it is you three are planning, if it doesn't have all of us leaving this fucked up place, I will not be a part of it. I would rather die than leave you three here." My words are heavy, and each syllable drips with profound determination. I feel fucking nothing but bloodlust pumping through my veins, and whether or not my wolf appears again, I will die fighting for my boys with or without her.

"Suri, you don't und-"

I don't wait to hear any of their excuses. I turned around and made my way downstairs, my heart thumping so loud and so fast I thought it might explode in my chest, but I kept walking. I walk with my head held high and a cold and detached expression plastered on my face, not allowing any hint of emotion to be seen because f u c k these assholes who think they can break my family apart.

I may have been weak and shaken up momentarily, but I know what I have to do now. They fucked with the wrong family and they're going to find out firsthand the consequences of their actions.

They wanted a battle? I will give them a fucking war, and I won't stop until the blood rains on this goddamn forest, and every damn man, wolf, and whatever fucking else will know that they made a grave fucking mistake and maybe next time they would learn to stay the fuck away from my boys and I.

When I got downstairs, the three of them were laughing fucking merry, sipping their wines, and taking bites out of their buffet.

Once they locked eyes with me, I gave them the iciest goddamn glare I could muster, and it's almost as if they knew exactly what I was thinking, their bodies slightly tensing.

Enjoy your wine and your food, fuckers, because I'll make sure it's your last goddamn meal before I drag you back to hell myself.