Fated To My Lycan Stepbrothers
Chapter 14

abuse, and it felt as though my world was crumbling around me.

I stared at the picture in disbelief, my heart pounding in my chest. It was a shocking image of me and several other boys caught in a s****l position. I looked messed up in the picture. How did they get a picture of me? It depicted a horrifying act of violation and "Holy s**t!" Someone shouted in the distance as he picked up a picture from the floor. One by one, the students caught hold of a picture, and it was like they were opening a closed wound again.

"Looks like Brawn has..." Brooke wanted to say when she picked up a picture that the breeze of unluckiness threw her way. Brooke Bentley, oh boy. She never failed to disappoint me with her blond hair cascading down her shoulders. It was as if she had just stepped out of a magazine. While everyone else was looking drab yesterday due to the incident, Brooke managed to look better. Her clothes were a reflection of her privileged upbringing, adorned with designer labels. She was the Beta's daughter, so you could count on her becoming the next beta. I think that's what gave her the audacity to treat lesser wolves like me so badly.

Speaking of which... I haven't seen or heard of Beta Brooke, her father. I heard he is overseas, checking on our territory's products. No wonder her attitude is so bad. She has no father to watch over her. She was just like me. Only better.

I could spot Brooke from a mile away with her bright outfits. She usually flaunted the latest fashion trends, effortlessly pulling off looks that most of us can only dream of. I could only dream of those kinds of clothes. Whether she was rocking the school uniform or strutting around in a trendy top, it's clear that money was no object when it came to her wardrobe.

She looked like the perfect bride for Kyle, and she never failed to shove it in every girl's face who she belonged to.

Brooke walked in with an air of confidence. Her flawless makeup and manicured nails add to her overall perfection. I couldn't help but feel a mix of irritation as she effortlessly commanded attention wherever she went.

She was the most popular girl in my class. for good reasons, of course.

But beneath that perfect exterior, there was something about Brooke that hinted at vulnerability. Perhaps it was the way her eyes flickered with a touch of loneliness, or Maybe, just maybe, there's more to her than meets the eye.

She seemed desperate, clinging to Kyle all the damn time. Who knew what she was thinking? Very soon, the Storm brothers will be celebrating their birthdays around the world. She might not be their mate, and sh*t! I will be there with a s**t eating grin to offer condolences for her loss. Knowing the twins, when they replace their mate, they will treat her like an egg.

Brooke will be discarded.

Love her or hate her, Brooke Bentley was a girl who was impossible to ignore. "Whoa, what the f**k?! Kyle!" She stomped into the hallway, searching for Kyle. "Why is your face in this picture?"

Anger welled up within me. I wanted to replace those responsible and make them pay for the pain they had caused me. Every damn f*****g time! But as I studied the picture closely, trying to make out the faces of those involved, a sinking feeling started to take hold of

me.

There, in the corner of the photograph, I noticed a familiar figure. It was Kyle. Last time, it was Zeke; this time, it was Kyle. My mind struggled to reconcile this image with the Kyle I knew, the one who had always been mischievous.

I knew I wasn't that innocent, but this was the height of it all.

"I don't know how it got there." Kyle defended himself, pulling Brooke into a hug. "But... Why are you so angry? It's Brawn we are talking about here. Everyone could bang her and she wouldn't f*****g care, because she is the daughter of a whore." He captured her lips in a hot kiss. I wished it was me; he was ravaging.

Confusion and doubt clouded my thoughts. Could it really be him? The evidence seemed to point in his direction, but I couldn't bring myself to believe it. The girl in the picture looked exactly like me. Only this time, I had blue hair and resembled a w***e. My hands caught one of the pictures flying around. The students wasted no time in picking them up and passing them around. With a nod, Renee and I understood what we both needed to do. To make sure that the picture never gets to the principal's office.

I tore down the posters, trying to hide my tears. They didn't last long, and they flowed. Rage coursed through me. How dare he?! The laughter from the others rang through my ears, and that was the only thing I could hear.

Kyle looked at Brooke's face as I yanked the pictures out of their hands.

"Well, well, well." Darren's voice rang out bitterly. He has always been a big, bitter boy. The name Brawn suited him better than mine. By this time, my surname didn't exist. It was Brawn this and brawn that. "Look who we have here, Brawn! You might be spending the rest of your time in detention!" He cackled like a wicked witch. If the picture in his hands got to the principal or any teacher at all, I would be doomed.

"Darren, give me that picture." I asked calmly. My eyes were on his hands the entire time.

"And why should I, Brawn?" He spat. "You started it the day you chose to call me a wimp! I f*****g hate you. This here.." He dangled the picture above me.

Renee emerged from the hallway with pictures in both hands. She was breathing hard. "Managed to collect all of 'em." Then she eyed Darren, seeing why I was frozen in place. "Naya, let it go."

I shook my head, refusing to let it go. "It would get me in trouble. I am always in trouble."

Darren scoffed, seizing me up. "I'd like to see you try."

"You are just a big, fat fool who doesn't know when to give up." I spat.

He shrugged, "Didn't look like you were giving up here." He shoved the picture in my face. Yeah, I was f****d.

I tried to snatch the picture again, to no avail. "Give me that!"

"Never!" He took off running, and I chased.

We ran through the halls and classrooms, disrupting the learners. "What is your f*****g problem? Give me that picture!"

"Never!" he yelled again. He didn't see Zeke coming up from behind him. Before I could say Jack, Zeke yanked the picture from Darren's big hands.

I skidded to a halt, watching him carefully. What would he think of me now?

"This looks like a badly photoshopped picture." He kept his poker face, raised the paper, and tore it to pieces.

"Oh, come on!" Darren yelled in anger. He was about to whine when Zeke gave him the stink eye. It shut him up. "Where is the fun in it?"

What is going on between them? It was as if there was an unspoken agreement between them. Zeke knew something I didn't. He shook his head. "Come with me, Darren." He simply said that, and the both of them walked out of my sight.

Wait, did he just defend me? I stood there with my jaw dropped. Then I turned back and saw eyes on me. They all had menacing grins on their faces.

I may have taken the picture, but it will forever be etched in their minds. "What are you looking at?" I sniffled, running to the bathroom to hide my tears. My earnest wish right now is for the earth to swallow me up. Halfway across the bathroom, I heard Kyle again. How do I manage to see the Storm Brothers everywhere I f*****g go? It was getting upsetting.

"How about we ditch school? That brawny girl is giving us problems. I heard she walked out of the car with you guys." Brooke said in her sickly sweet tone.

Remember, she is our bait. She is the reason why your father is still there. Don't you want him back?" Kyle asked, causing me to frown. "I did this for you." What the hell was he talking about? Is that the reason her father is still overseas?

"Fine. We use her as bait to get my father back. I am so angry right now that I could kill her!" Brooke sneered in anger. Her face contorting in pure annoyance. I came out of my hiding place. "What the f**k, Kyle?"

He looked shocked to see me there. "Naya?"

"Yes, it is Naya, you idiot."

s**t!