Fated To My Lycan Stepbrothers
Chapter 146

Zeke's

POV

"Tyta." I tried to reason with her, but she had a ridiculous look on her face.

"You have nerves coming here," she sniffled, gesturing for her children to come closer to her. "This is Storm and Felix. Children, that's your godfather's son. Alpha Zeke."

sighed when the children's eyes widened with shock. I didn't know which was Felix or Storm. Strange, because Storm was my father's name. It did not matter how strange it was for now. "Hi kids." I ignored Beta Brooke's weird look of 'what the heck was that' because one of them ran up to me with his fists balled in anger.

"Give me back, my dad! You are the Alpha! Give me back, my dad!"

I grabbed his small fists to stop him. "I am sorry." He was strong for a kid. I had to tell him.

"Bring him back!" The second one ran up to me and started hitting too. "Alphas have the power to bring people back from the dead. You can do that!"

"Why didn't you ask the elder lady?"

The boy paused with a sad look. "I did, but she said she didn't have her powers. She said you could do something about that. So give her power back. We need it to bring dad back!" He resumed hitting me below the belt. Literally.

I tried to stop both of them. Then I realized something. Tyta didn't tell them I was the one who snapped their father's neck. I glanced at her, but she wasn't looking at me. She was looking at Reid, who was covered in white sheets. He hasn't started to rot or smell. He would soon.

I squatted at the level of the kids. "Hey, it is alright. I will do everything I can."

"Don't say what you can't do, Alpha." Tyta bit back. Of course, Beta Brooke couldn't hold off the truth, and I didn't give anyone orders to withhold the truth of what happened at the manor from her. I wanted her to know the truth. We would have that talk later. Felix and Storm were staring at me with anticipation. They wanted to hear me complete my words without asking.

They wanted to know if I would revive their father. I smiled at their expectations, then I held both their hands.

"Come, tell me all about your father." I simply said, walking out of the house to the amazement of Beta Brooke and Tyta. I was surprised that Tyta refused to say a word about what I was about to do.

Felix and Storm hesitated for a moment but followed me outside. I led them to a quiet spot near a tree, away from the depressing atmosphere inside the house. The air was thick with tension, and I needed to divert their attention before Tyta unleashed her fury upon me. It will be coming fast.

"Let's sit here," I suggested, guiding them to a stone. They reluctantly sat on a stone, eyeing me with suspicion and curiosity. They were still expectant.

"Now, tell me about your father," I encouraged, giving them space to open up. It was evident that they were grappling with their emotions just to comprehend the sudden loss of their father. They were kids, but they were so mature. They reminded me of myself. Storm chose to speak first. "Dad was strong. He always protected us, and he taught us how to fight. He said we needed to be strong to survive in this world."

Felix nodded in agreement. "He was strict but fair. He loved telling us stories about the manor, especially about you and your brother."

I listened attentively, letting them share memories of their father. "Yet you couldn't recognize me?"

"You look different." Storm provided an answer. He was certainly Tyta in boy's form. Felix was more like Reid. He even braided his hair like his father. His look-alike. I couldn't bear to look at him for long. It was heartbreaking to see the pain in their eyes, and I couldn't help but feel responsible for their suffering.

"I do." The Alpha gene wasn't a joke.

After a while, they fell silent, and Felix finally asked, pointing at his brother. "Why does he have the same name as you, Alpha Zeke?"

I was about to ask the same thing! I took a deep breath, preparing myself for a difficult conversation. Who knew the answer? "Your mother said my father is your godfather.

That's all I know."

"What sort of explanation was that?" Flame asked in shock.

"Shh..." I shunned him.

Felix's eyes widened, absorbing the information. "So, you're like, his son too?"

It was clear.

"In a way, yes," I admitted.

"Cool! You are Alpha, and you chose to talk with us. Why?" I rubbed the bridge of my nose. Children... I was supposed to break things down for them so they wouldn't ask me annoying questions. "My relationship with your dad..." "It was awesome, and that's why you will bring him back to life, right?" Storm asked again.

"It's more complicated than that. Your dad and I didn't have a typical father-son relationship. We were close until we weren't, and I wasn't on good terms with him till his death."

"Why?" Storm asked, his brow furrowing. "Does that mean you wouldn't bring him back to life?"

Urgh! That's not the point, kid. I hesitated, choosing my words carefully. "It's a long story, but your dad and I had differences. He couldn't agree with some of my decisions as an alpha, and it created a rift between us." Storms gaze became more intense. "Did you fight him?"

I sighed, feeling the weight of my actions. "Yes, we had a confrontation. But I never wanted it to end the way it did." We didn't have a confrontation. He didn't even stand a chance to fight me as I ripped his head out. "Why did it end that way?" Felix questioned, his eyes searching for answers.

"Tell them and stop beating about the bush." Flame snapped. He was harsh. "This is being an Alpha, remember?"

"I lost control of my anger, and it led to a tragedy," ! confessed, my voice heavy with regret. "I never meant for any of this to happen."

"You killed him, Zeke! You took away their father!" Tyta's bitter voice made me pause. She had been listening in on my talk with the children. She had every right to know what I was saying to her kids. I wasn't surprised when she stepped forward, her eyes blazing with anger. You are Alpha, and you used that to your advantage."

To what gain? There was no point in denying that fact. I nodded, acknowledging the truth. "I know, Tyta. And I'm sorry."

She scoffed, hatred evident in her voice. "Sorry won't bring him back. Sorry won't undo the pain you've caused. Sorry won't bring back my mate. Sorry won't bring back my children's father. You have to bear the consequences of losing control. I was never in support of you becoming Alpha. I told Reid. Reid said you would do good, yet you killed him. Wasn't he supportive enough? He did everything you asked him to do like a puppet."

"I understand the weight of my actions," I said, looking directly at Tyta. "But I want to make amends. I'll do everything in my power to help Felix and Storm, to guide them, and to ensure they have the support they need."

"You killed dad and brought us here to talk it out?" Storm's lips jutted out. He was trembling as tears poured out of his eyes.

"Shit." Tyta sniffled, proceeding to close her son's ears with her hands. It was too late. "Baby, it's not like that." She whispered to Storm. Then to Felix, she snapped. "Felix, take your brother inside."

"Why did you name me Storm? Why do I bear the same name as him?" Storm was staring at me with hatred now. Sh*t.

Tyta's mouth trembled. She didn't know what to tell her son.

"I will take the boys inside, Tyta." Beta Brooke suddenly said. His thick voice broke the tense atmosphere. I had forgotten he was here all this time. I watched as he gestured for the boys to come to him, and they obeyed instantly. He had that aura about him. To obey and not complain. When he disappeared with Storm and Felix, I turned to Tyta.

"Why did you not answer your son?"

"You gave him the correct answer. Only that, I regret it now."

"Tyta, I was on a rage rampage. You must have heard about the events that occurred that day and what triggered them. The elder was here for punishment. She was supposed to make every pain go away. She failed."

Tyta folded her arms, unimpressed. "You think that changes anything? You can't bring Reid back."

"No, I can't," I admitted. "But I can be there for his children. I can be there for you."

She scoffed again, but this time it held a trace of anger.

"You're just trying to clear your conscience."

"It's more than that," I insisted. "I genuinely want to be there for them. It's my responsibility as the alpha."

Tyta glared at me, her anger unabated. "Responsibility?

You talk about responsibility now?"

This wasn't how the talk was supposed to go. She was taking it the wrong way.