Fated To The Lycan Brothers
Chapter 31

Atlas

Wolfe

I'm so close to ripping something or someone into shreds as I stomp out of Keith's office.

f*****g Keith. f*****g Suri, too.

Well... hers is a different story. Physically, my body craves to do exactly that to her, but emotional-wise, it also wants to f*****g make her pay.

My mind flashes back to that goddamn taunting look on her face. Her big round eyes staring at me. Her soft lips slightly parted open as she tried to think of what to say. And suddenly, I can't figure out if I want to wipe or kiss the expression off of her, and it's exactly that unsure thought lingering in my head that's pissing me off even more.

I need to release all this frustration inside of me before I do end up causing too much damage that I might regret later on.

I'm out of the house in seconds, walking through the backyard and continuing until I reach the tall trees that cover most of what's around us. Nobody else comes here. Nobody but my brothers and I. Keith knows this place exists, it's one of the reasons he bought this entire land, but he knows this is our turf. This is where we let all our inhibitions loose.

I looked around, making sure that there really was nobody else here, not that it was possible they would be. Anyone who tries to get around here usually gets lost and comes back to the backyard. The trees are just so wide and scattered that it looks too intimidating if you don't know where you're going.

Once I sense that I'm alone, I strip off all my clothing in less than five seconds, placing them at the side where I know I can come back for them later.

I start running. Faster, faster, and faster. I can feel the pointy grass underneath the balls of my feet and seconds later, my wolf starts to come out.

I can feel my limbs and my bones coming into formation with every crack. I can feel my fur starting to cover my entire body. I can feel my senses getting so heightened that I can smell someone grilling pork ten houses down from us. About goddamn time, you a s s hat. I heard him speak to me.

Shut up, Titan. I angrily tell him off, letting out a growl that scares away all the birds around the area.

Titan is my wolf. I was the first one to get mine amongst my brothers and I. While he made himself known to me at the age of thirteen, Wes got his a few months after, and then Devon at the age of fourteen.

So obviously, there was a lot of trial and error on my part. There were many things I was unsure of and, up until now, I found myself thinking back on some of them and can't help but feel like I could have done better.

Some of those were how I tamed my wolf at the beginning. I was just a kid that barely knew what to do with this strong being inside of me. I didn't know how to control him at first, which is why I locked myself inside for weeks and, thinking about it now, I realized I should have just let him loose so we could have both found each other in the process.

Another one was my first hunt, or more specifically, my first kill. Though it isn't entirely proven, I know deep down that getting my wolf was the result of losing our mother. It happened only a few days after and when it felt like my whole world was falling apart, that's when Titan showed up.

At first I was unsure and terrified, but eventually, when I managed to gather enough confidence, I decided to step outside.

Back then we lived in California, in Santa Cruz. The place was nothing like Los Altos as it revolved around beaches and vibrant downtown areas. There was some nature, yes, but not enough. I didn't have a lot of options to run and let my wolf go wild, so I opted for a public park late at night when I was sure nobody was there.

I wasn't sure I was going to find anything, but Titan knew what he was doing. It felt good. It felt amazing, almost life-changing even, to be running and running like nothing or no one could stop us. We felt free.

Then Titan spotted a wildlife, specifically a deer, and before I could rethink about what I was going to do, we were already drenched in its blood. Titan overpowered me to feed his animalistic needs and I couldn't stop. He was me, and I was him.

The next day, I found out I had killed one of the oldest deer in the place that was very loved by the public. I hated that I had done it, but at the same time I couldn't really blame myself either. I did what I needed to do, but still. After that, I made sure to set a rule for my brothers and I never hunt when you're hungry.

Hunting is a part of who we are and we can't escape it. It's like telling a human that they can't take a piss. It's just not possible.

The only thing that the rule does is to make sure we don't let our hunger overpower our logic. When we hunt, we have to be in full control of our bodies and our cravings. Think before we eat or attack.

Why so serious? Titan asked me in a mocking tone.

Idiot. I know that he knows what's been happening, but of course he chooses to f**k with me instead.

None of your business. I said to him before jumping over a fallen tree. I'm huffing and puffing now, the adrenaline rush taking over my body.

It feels so f*****g good to be free.

Says you. I know how you feel about our new guest. I can feel her, too. I like her. Suri Nightingale...

I let out another growl, this time louder that the trees around me shook. Damn it. I think that was too loud. I stopped running and stood in place to sense if anyone was going to show up, but after a few minutes, when I concluded that there was nothing, I went back to it. As I'm jumping from one rock to another on the stream of water, Titan comes back to taunt me.

You like her too, don't you? Don't be shy, Atlas. Tell me the truth. It's like he's whispering in my ear and trying to provoke me, but I'm not weak, and I certainly don't like her.

f**k off, d i c k head. I say before cutting our mindlink and finally, I can enjoy this time with no nuisance chattering off my ears.

That peacefulness didn't last for very long though, as I caught another link.

That was you, wasn't it? Daddy-o didn't give you back your car? It's Wes and I don't know where he is, but most likely close enough if he had heard my growl.

Nope, and then rubbed the fact that he was giving Suri her own car on my face. Told me to ride with her. Such a dick move.

I can't hear him, but I know Wes is laughing his ass off at my predicament.

Just do it. It's only one week, anyway. What are you going to lose? It's either that or getting your a s s kicked by the coach for missing training.

I'm thoroughly surprised Wes says something that actually makes a bit of sense and not some stupid comment instead. But I hate that he's right and I hate that I know deep down it's exactly what I have to do.

You're f*****g annoying, you know that, right? I tell him as I'm running back to our place, having run enough and could use a nice long and warm shower when I'm back.

And you love me just the same. Especially when I tell you that you can release all your anger in a different way.

Different way? Like what?

Hot girls and booze, brother. What else? Raquel's throwing her usual first day back party. You know how her parents have all that barely legal alcohol from Mexico?

I know it too damn well. The first time Raquel Santino threw a party was also the first time we got shitfaced because, like I said, alcohol doesn't affect our kind. Unless, of course, it was the kind that was imported by one of the most powerful kingpins that pretty much owned half of Mexico.

That was Raquel's father.

Who says Thorne Academy only housed good little rich girls from families with clean money? Because let's face it, money is money. No matter how dirty it is.

You better be driving.

Duh, but you better take a shower before you step in my car because I can already smell you from over here. Hurry up. We'll leave in an hour. Her place is f*****g far. Douchebag, I tell Wes.

Jackass, he bites back.

We laugh it off before ending the link and right after I ran faster to get back to the spot I left my clothes at so I can get to my room.

Back in the house, I passed by Suri's room and immediately felt her presence still there. Suddenly, all the irritation I managed to shake off during my run came flooding back to me.

"Why don't you just man up and get it the f**k over with?"

Her words from that night at the party echoes in my head. She wants me to get it over with?

I scoffed. I could do exactly that. I could push her door open right now, barge into her room, not giving a f**k if she's decent or not. Hell, I guess I would even prefer it if she wasn't. Who am I to complain of such a view?

She'll most likely jump from wherever she is, stare at me in shock, and maybe even try to run away, but I won't let her. I'll pin her to her wall, to her bed, and hold her down with my hands on her wrists as I take my time exploring every inch of her. She'll try to squirm away from my hold, but she won't be able to move as much an inch.

Or maybe, she won't even stop me. Maybe she'll let me keep going. She'll close her eyes and let me run my tongue along her neck and my hands will caress her along her hips, and then sooner or later, it'll slip right inside that lacy underwear of hers.

I can almost hear her moan once my finger finds her most sensitive part. My movements accelerate and then slow down, repeatedly, taking her to the brink but not letting her get to the end just yet. I said I was going to have a lot of fun with her, so that's exactly what I would do. I'll stop and tease her over and over and over again until she can't get enough and she'll beg me to finish her off.

Just imagining her big round eyes staring at me, pleading for me to make her come is killing me.

I want to-

Yo, douchebag, are you done taking a shower yet? Wes' mindlink catches me off guard and I take a second or two to recompose myself and it was then that I realized I hadn't moved from my spot since five minutes ago.

I've just been fantasizing over Suri and once again I am hard as a rock. f**k my life.

Ten minutes. I told Wes as I managed to make myself move and go to my room.

Thank f**k Suri didn't come out of her room just yet. I don't know what she would have done to me... or what I would have to her in that state. Damn it. I don't know anymore.

Hurry up, will you? I want to get there right when Paulina does. Wes urges and of course he's already has his eyes set on a girl for the night, and no less than Raquel's cousin. A new and unsuspecting prey.

I tell myself not to annoy him about it or else I'll lose my ride for the party. One thing I've learned to do is to let my brothers do what they want as long as it's not harming our relationship because to me, it's what matters the most. What we have, you can't put a price on that shit.

Yeah, yeah. See you in ten. I'll meet you at your car.

I rushed to get to my shower and clean as fast as I could, but try as I might, I couldn't get the image of Suri moaning for me out of my head.

Sorry, Wes, but I can't go out with a f*****g hard on. I need to take care of this first.

My ten minutes became fifteen and I could feel Wes getting ready to strangle me. I grab the first thing I see in my closet which ends up being a black shirt, leather jacket, and distressed black jeans, paired with white sneakers.

I have no time to do my hair so I'll just let it dry on its own on the way to the party. Either way, the bedhead look is flattering to my face.

Right before stepping out of my room, I grab my Patek Philippe Calatrava which is a timeless piece that Keith gave to me during my sixteenth birthday. Each one of us got one with only the color differing from one another. Mine was black, Wes' was dark blue, and Devon's was dark gray.

Dude, I swear to god I'm leaving you if you're not here in my car in three minutes. I hear Wes' threat and start sprinting faster, practically jumping from the second floor to the first floor (nobody saw) and dodging every staff doing their weekly clean up of the entire house during this time before they clock out for the day.

And just when I thought I was in the clear, literally just ten steps away from the door, I hear my name get called and though I am so tempted to keep walking, I knew I wouldn't hear the end of it so I gave in.

When I turned around, Keith was walking towards me with a frown. Ugh, why did he have to step out of his office? What does he want from me this time? "Where are you going tonight?" He interrogates.

"Raquel Santino's party," I answered. There's no point in lying to him. First, because he knows about the parties and his one rule is to come back in one piece and not be in a tabloid the next day. Second, because he'll find out sooner or later if we do lie. "I see..." He says it like he's contemplating something and I know damn well I don't want to be here anymore when he does come up with a conclusion.

I'm a second away from saying bye to him, telling him that Wes is going to kick my a s s if I'm not out already, but right at that second, she comes into view.

Suri is caught red-handed holding a bowl of ice cream like a deer in front of headlights. Her hair is tied up in a messy bun and she's wearing matching pink silk top and bottom shorts from Victoria's Secret. There's also a bit of chocolate smudged at the side of her lips that is taking every cell in my body not to lick clean off of her.

Keith turns around and sees her and then says, "Oh, you're here. Great. You should get dressed. The boys are taking you to a party."

Wait, what the f**k?! No way. No way in hell am I going to be put on babysitting duty during a party I wanted to go to to take my mind off who he wants me to babysit. This is bull s h i t!

I throw death glares at Suri, urging her to decline. I'm sure she doesn't want that either. She could stay here and binge on romantic comedies or whatever the f**k she watches and stuff herself with junk food. Just don't go with us.

I don't want her to be at that party. I don't want her, period.

(Okay, that part is sort of half a lie, but whatever.)

"It will be good for you to meet more of your classmates and bond with them, don't you think, Suri?" Keith adds and Suri breaks eye contact with me to look at him.

Bond with them? Yeah, sure, Keith, if you mean having s*x and getting drunk and high is your definition of bonding. What the hell is his motive here?

Come on, Suri, just say no, then you can go back to your ice cream, and I don't have to babysit y-

"That sounds like a great idea. Just give me a few minutes to get ready." She says in an upbeat tone that doesn't take me too long to realize that she's enjoying this. She's playing with me and she f*****g knows it.

Well, Nightingale... You've made your move and now it's my turn.

You better damn hope you're ready for it.