Fated To My Lycan Stepbrothers
Chapter 33

She knew I hated it when she referred to Marley as mother. I picked up the mirror to give her a pointed look through it. She didn't even let me defend myself before she attacked again.

"And don't tell me, you feel bad for him, this and that. You and I know that our lives at the cottage were miserable. Remember when you had to work part time at that supermarket? You don't have to. Or the neighbors that brought you food every morning? You detested that sympathetic shit." She retorted, sitting down to scratch her neck. "How long have you known this truth?" I gave her a sarcastic reply of my own.

"I am happy with the way I look. I don't want to look heavy. Just being light as a mutt is okay." She was using my own insultive words as a consolation. I admire that. "False and Shadow is my dream wolf. Don't get me wrong, they look great, but I am fine with being the little one among them, so they would protect me."

I removed my shirt slowly. It was time to take a shower and stop the horny talk Naya was about to enter into. "That's the pathway you have chosen?"

"Oh, please. You want this as much as I do. So be happy. We have majestic beings to protect us. Speaking of majestic things... what should we do about the elderly woman that smirked at you?"

I sighed. What could I do? She clearly invited trouble when she gave me that degrading smirk. Her body looked great no doubt, but that was no way to smile at your fellow wolf. That was downright rude.

I hated it.

"Let's leave her alone." I said, remembering the spray. "Instead, let's get the spray. It should be in Kyle's room."

"He doesn't care much about boundaries unlike Zeke. But we should tread softly. He is in a bad mood." Her voice sounded too excited for someone going to do a bad thing.

I stepped into my bathroom. "Tell me Naya, why are you so excited?"

"We are entering Kyle's room for the first time! You know what? I think we should ask him for the spray can than to sneak into his room when he is exceptionally horny. I don't think it is a good idea." Naya said nervously.

"Make up your mind Naya, either we do this or we don't." Walk up to him and ask him for my spray can? Never. He would chew my head off. I can't even breathe in his presence as his scent makes me want to bed over for him. I would make a fool of myself, never able to resist him of he decided to rip my clothes and f**k me in his room.

The last time I entered Zeke's room ended in a sad tale. Not this time. I will be in and out of his room in no time. He won't even know I was there because I will use it to conceal my presence right in his room.

"I don't like the students bullying you at school. So I am in." She finally said after much thinking. Naya's thoughts were like mine, but I had the ability to differentiate her thoughts from my thoughts. It wasn't that complicated.

I grinned wickedly. Actually, I was excited to see Kyle's room. He wasn't like Zeke so it would end well. I was so sure it would end well.

Unless it didn't.

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Zeke's POV

I gently placed Naya's crutches to the side. She was an amusing little wolf. I understood why Kyle behaved that way in her presence. Not after we saw Baron Diego tear our father's neck during the fight.

Kyle was aware of the relationship between Naya and Baron Diego, although I had a feeling she was innocent in all of these. Diego had actually infiltrated our schools as the nicest teacher to Naya. It was only natural she was drawn to him.

I could only imagine how she felt when she saw that gruesome sight with us. Her best teacher was the blood moon pack leader. A feeling in me inclined me to the fact that he may want something from Naya or simply wanted to use her.

It made me pity her. Seeing her on the floor like that, innocent, helpless and smelling heavenly like strawberries brought out the Alpha in me. All I wanted to do at that point was comfort her.

Instead I took her crutches away like the sadistic bastard I was. This was no time to be sympathetic. Without her crutches, she would steer clear from Kyle. It was for her safety.

A knock on my door brought me out of my reverie.

"It's me. Can I come in?" It was Marley, my father's mate who said she would protect me. I couldn't help but feel her intentions were for her selfish reasons. I just have to play along with her kindness.

"Come in." I say, scanning my room briefly for anything off. There wasn't. Although I was shirtless. That was nothing she hadn't seen before.

"How are you feeling?" She sat beside me on the bed. Subtly she eyed my frame and licked her dry lips. Her gaze reluctantly returned to my face. "I tried to check on Kyle, but his room was off limits. You know, he put out the sign again."

Oh, the 'do not disturb, Kyle mode.' sign. The first day I saw that was ridiculous. I thought it was his usual joke until a servant wanted to keep his food and he lashed out at her for opening the door in the first place.

She was fired that day. Ever since the sign, his food was kept outside his door. When he dealt with his emotions, the servants would return back to placing the food in his room.

For me? It wasn't like that. My food was always placed outside and a servant was never to enter my room without permission.

"I see." I simply said. The atmosphere was getting awkward and I wanted to know why she was here. "What is it?"

It gave her the opportunity to speak. "Ah, yes. The elders are here and they requested your presence."

The elders? That was too soon. "The meeting should be between you and them." There would be more workload to add to my school duties.

Marley held a worried look on her face as she caressed my arms sensually. I'll pretend I didn't notice what she was doing. "I know, but you need to attend the meeting. It's for your father's sake. If word gets out that you are refusing responsibilities? You will be in worse trouble as it is."

I shrugged her hands away. "And what do you know about pack duties? It's politics. It's bullshit." The last time my father held a meeting was for the food supplies. There was a heated argument between him and the elders, however his words remained. Alongside the elders. They were a formidable force when they came together. Watching them was hectic, now being in it? Zeke wasn't sure he was cut out for it no matter what anyone said.

"Not entirely bullshit." She followed me. "I can help you if you want." She suggested again. I wondered what type of help she was suggesting.

"Okay." I chose to play along. Let's see what she's got.

As the evening turned into night, the hall became busier for the meetings. The chef's went into full force, preparing dishes for the otherwise hungry elders. They always ate plenty when they came. Somehow, I wished Beta Brooke was here. He was the closest to my father.

I had just opened the halls when the elders arrived, and Marley guided me to the center of the room. There was a large table and five chairs surrounded it. My chair was at the very first while my father's was at the far end of the room. It was off boundaries because his chair was a symbol of the leadership I might inherit. I sat on the edge of my seat feeling like an outsider in the seas of wolves.

A woman walked in first. I nearly gagged in hoor at the blood sticking to her feet. It glued her heels and her feet together as she skillfully walked in them, taking her seat at the second chair.

"Pup Zeke," she bowed slightly, almost mocking me. Pup? I blinked, baffled at her audacity to call me a pup when with my father's death, I am an Alpha. I grunted my reply. Her eyes were cunning and her lips ever raised in a smirk. She was wearing a white fur coat that was stained with blood here and there. She reeked of it. But I am sure she did that just to make me uncomfortable and on my toes.

The second man entered not long after. He was also dressed in a white suit and pants with probably nothing underneath, just like this woman was. I could see her perky breasts from under. They disgusted me.

The male slightly bowed before taking his seat at the fourth table. Not even a word of greeting. The third woman entered the room like a ravaged animal. Panting heavily and wet hair. I expected her to be worse off, but she actually smelled like soap and took the seat opposite me. She too was in a white gown and nothing on her feet. "Alpha Zeke," she greeted roughly. It must be the way she speaks.

"Elder Rosalie." I grunted back. The blood woman turned with awe in her face.

"You knew my name yet you ignored me." She started in a calm tone. I could hear the angry edge hidden in it. She didn't fool me with her deceptive tone for a second.

"Elder Freya. I greeted you." I simply shrugged. She hasn't met the rude me yet.

The fourth and fifth person entered less majestically. They seemed like they were pulled out of their busy schedules and didn't have time for play.

I wasn't here to play either. Marley's presence nearby added to the complexity of the situation. Her manipulative nature worried me, and I knew she would stop at nothing to achieve her goals. What were her goals exactly?

Elder Freya turned to see Marley by my side. "Oh, the w***e is here again. When will I stop seeing this old bitche's face?" Her smirk was still there and her voice sounded kind if I didn't know any better.

Marley chuckled bitterly. "Trust me, I don't want to be here either."

Elder Rosalie cleared her throat. "We all have a reason to be here. Freya, I suggest you tell us why we were summoned."

"The Alpha's death." Elder Freya went back to her business mode. She turned to me. "We need a new Alpha."

"Are we casting a vote?" Elder Roy spoke.

"Elder Roy, we have principles here. Someone has to prove himself. And where is your identical?" Elder Freya asked contemptuously. She wasn't happy with me for no reason. Maybe my father did something she didn't like. My identical? That was a funny way to ask me of my brother.

"Did someone call me?" Kyle opened the door wide, allowing it to make a loud creaking noise. He wasn't prepared to make a silent entrance. Typical Kyle. He went straight to where Elder Freya was and leaned towards her. Sensually of course. Kyle was going to get laid tonight. I was sure of it. Then he did something I expected of him. His hands wrapped around her neck from behind, tightly. His long hair was packed up in a bun again. It was his charm. "My name is Kyle." He gritted out. "Don't you ever forget that." He turned to the rest of the group with a smile on his face. He didn't care that she was gasping for air. Her long nails clawed at his arms and chest. He would kill her if I didn't intervene. I was about to stop the commotion when she suddenly used my brother to climb up the table. Then slowly, she twisted her neck to the side so my brother was holding a lifeless neck.

"Elder Freya!" Elder Rosalie called frantically. They all watched with wide eyes.

"Really?" I deadpanned Kyle who simply shrugged.

"I swear, I wanted to release her but she chose that form to protect her pride." He pointed at the woman who twisted her neck back to position and gasped for air heavily. It would greatly affect her, but she would heal. She was an elder and only elders with great fighting experience could do that.

I sighed, snapping my fingers at the servants standing by. She refused their help by raising her hands up. Our father taught us how to greet the elders and told us their names. We knew what to expect from the elders already.

"Elder Rosalie, Roy, Archer and Derek. Welcome to the pack home. This isn't your first time here of course, but if you don't want to end up like Elder Freya, I beseech you to refrain from saying provoking words. I am not in a good mood." He finally said before taking his seat. So much for a peaceful meeting.