I stared at Axel blankly before I looked at his father again, but he still had his nose buried in the newspaper. Mom still had that look on her face, and she seemed like she was far from here.
Wasn't this weird to any of them? My supposed step-brother asking what kind of men I prefer? I looked back at him and just shrugged. “I don't prefer bastards. Simple.” He said nothing and just looked at me, his lips pressed together. I looked away and continued breakfast, trying to deceive my brain that their eyes on me weren't affecting me. “I'm leaving for work,” Kross said, standing up. Mr. Varkas finally looked away from his newspaper, nodding at his son. “Off you go, then.” Kross left, and Kade stood up and followed without excusing himself. I looked at Axel, an eyebrow raised. “You don't have any work to be at?” He sighed, standing up and adjusting his tie. If I had met him as a stranger out in town, I would think he was a normal, beautiful man. How wrong I would have been. “Unfortunately, I do,” he grumbled, turning to his father. “I'm off.” When I looked over at Mr. Varkas, he was watching me. How he looked at me, like he could see my deepest secrets—not like I have any—was truly nerve-racking. Axel left, and Mr. Varkas turned to my mom with a tight smile. “Vera, would you excuse us, dear?” My mother jolted like she was snapped out of her trance, finally raising her head, and that was when I truly saw her. She looked… tired, drained, like she had been up all night. She immediately stood up, smiling and it looked so unhinged. “Of course!” She left the room without even looking in my direction once, even to warn me with her eyes to behave. Strange. Really strange. “I kept her up all night.” I looked back at Mr. Varkas, my face heating. “I would rather not know.” He just smiled and folded his newspaper. “Are you settling in well?” I nodded, the lie flowing out easily. “Yes, sir. It’s lovely here.” “Good. You’ll be moved to the boys’ house tonight.” I was nodding but then stopped as the words registered. I sat at the edge of the seat, gripping the armrest. “I'm sorry… what? The boys’ house?” “They don't live here. They just came to… meet you. They’ll be returning to their place today, and you're going with them.” “Why do I have to?” “This house would be lonely without them. I go to work and your mom will barely be home.” Before I could ask, he answered, “She’s going on vacation. I just booked the flight.” Right. Well… Stay with the Varkas’ brothers. Sure, no biggie. So much for maintaining my sanity. *** After that breakfast, I was alone in this huge mansion. I wandered aimlessly and not once did I even come across anybody. Now, I was wondering why I took the day off at work. I thought I would need time settling in, but it seems I settled in just fine. I was taking a walk outside when I saw a car drive in, and Axel stepped outside when it was parked. I stood still and stared at him. His jacket and tie were off, his sleeves rolled up, exposing golden skin. He shut the door of his car hard, leaning on it and running his hand through his hair, messing it. He looked pissed, his jaw clenched. I heard him curse and begin to walk to the front door, but he stopped, turning in my direction, his eyes landing on mine. And just like that, his expression transformed, turning soft and it seemed like a dark cloud was lifted from his head. He smiled—a really big, genuine smile—walking to me, a bounce in his steps. “Rosette!” I couldn't walk away now, so I just stood still. Why was he smiling like that at just seeing me? I couldn't even say it was fake from how bright it was. He stopped in front of me, getting too close and into my personal space. “Bad day at work?” I asked. His features darkened but cleared so soon. “Let's not talk about that. I missed you.” I rolled my eyes, turning and walking towards the house, but he followed me. “You’re moving in with us today.” I turned my head and stared at him as I continued walking. “Why do I have to?” “Because the house will be lonely without us,” he answered too brightly. I gave him a look. “Uh-huh.” I was still watching him, not even bothering to watch my steps, and so I didn't know we had gotten close to the front door where the short step was. I hit my foot on it and stumbled. I gasped, falling forward, but before I could land on my face, a hand wrapped around my waist and pulled. I rested on Axel’s chest, breathing heavily. His hand was still around my waist, and he leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear. “Did you do that on purpose so I could catch you?” he purred, his breath warm. “Oh, Rose, if you wanted to be close to me so badly, you could just ask.” I tried to remove his hand from my waist, but he held on tight. “Don't flatter yourself.” “Hmm.” His other hand joined the first, keeping me locked in place. “You smell so good, Rose, and you feel so soft. I want to eat you.” He chuckled softly. “Well, not literally, that would be a shame.” “What the hell are you talking about?” I asked, already giving up on struggling. He ignored my question. “Rose… Rosette, I want to make you cum.” My breath hitched and my eyes widened. “Kade gets to make you cum, so why can't I?” My mouth closed and opened, words failing me. “That’s… I… No, I wasn't in my right mind last night.” “Then I need you not to be in your right mind right now.” He shifted, and something hard was poking at my back. “See? I'm hard for you, Rose. I don't think I've stopped being hard since I set my eyes on you.” I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry. “A-Axel… just–” “Oh, fuck,” he groaned, growing hard. “Fuck, Rosette, I like how you say my name. You’re driving me crazy, here. And I'm so hard, it’s painful. What are you going to do about it?” “Why do I have to do anything?!” I snapped, resuming my struggle. “Because you’re the one driving me crazy. Please? It's so painful, Rosette. Please. Please. Please. I promise I'll be a good boy. I won't put it in if you don't want me to.” Of course I don't want him to put it in. Every cell in my body called me a liar. I just sighed, resting my head on his chest. “Fine.” Axel made an almost animalistic sound, and before I knew it, I was being lifted off the ground.“You should run away—far, far away to where we can't find you, because, my love, we are monsters. Predators. You’re a lamb surrounded by wolves.” “How literally is that?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper as my hands got woven into his hair, and I tugged hard. He groaned and I felt him thicken and pressed against my bottom. “How literally is what?” he asked, his voice shaking like he was struggling to hold himself back. “The wolves part,” I answered as I leaned down and kissed his neck before I bit it. He moaned, like a full, loud moan. Fuck, I love this. This power he was letting me have. “Rosette,” he moaned, his head thrown back and exposing his neck to me. “Rosette, do you know I never expose my neck like this to anyone? It’s a sign of weakness. If Kross sees this, he will lose his shit.”“Why, Kade?” I asked, still kissing and biting his neck. He moaned, gave me the reaction I wanted, and I never wanted to stop. “Tell me why.”“Again, my love, we’re monsters.”“Canid monste
I didn't know why I flinched. I didn't understand why I felt that little fear in my gut. I wasn't going to take what I read seriously. I kept telling myself over and over again, that this was real life and those things didn't exist. So I relaxed, and the men just looked at me with unreadable looks in their eyes. “Where’s Alex?” I asked, not because I cared, but I just had to say something to fill the tense silence. “Still not back,” Kross answered, his voice cool. As I looked at him, I remembered that moment we shared this morning. I didn't really know what it was, but it looked like Kross was fighting with himself. And as I look at him right now, I don't see his wall of ice anywhere. Something must have changed in him. Kade just stayed silent, watching me but after a while, he looked away. “I'll be in my room,” I said as I turned, going up the stairs. That was awkward. I felt like their little sister whom they had to check up on when she came back from somewhere. That was real
Oh. A personal driver. So he did remember, after all. What did that make my heart race and my stomach flutter? It was just something simple. It shouldn't make me feel this way. I nodded at Christopher, hoping my feelings weren't evident on my face. “Nice to meet you, Christopher. I'm heading to the library.” He walked to a black Mercedes, holding the back seat door. I entered the car, thanking him, and that gesture made me think of Axel. How was he? Still sick? Was that even a sickness? I pushed that out of my mind as soon as it arose. There was no use pondering on that when it would give me nothing but a headache. When we reached the library, before I could even open the car door, Christopher was already there. “I’ll be here waiting till you're done,” he informed me as I stepped out of the car. “Till I'm done? You'll be waiting in the car?”He nodded, his expression still blank. I shook my head. “There’s no need for that. I’ll be spending most of the day here. You could… like
“Shit,” I cursed as I rushed to Vera, not knowing what to do. “Are you hurt?” She waved her other hand, still holding her nose as she said, “Oh, no. I'm fine. It’s just a little–It’s not serious.”It was bleeding, blood dripping down her hand, and staining her gown so I was sure it was serious. “Come, let’s get that cleaned up,” I said gently as I held her by the shoulder. But just as we were about to leave, Father came out of his study, a cigar between his lips, pinning his wife with a bored look. Vera stiffened as soon as she saw him, lowering her head. “Eavesdropping, were we?” he said, his voice flat as he took a long drag from his cigar, blowing it in her direction. She stiffened even more, completely freezing. “N-no… I w-was just–” she stammered, unable to get a full sentence out. I looked at Father before I looked back at her, looking beyond her broken nose and seeing how she really was. She looked thin and pale, like she’s been barely eating or sleeping. I looked back at
I stared at her longer than I should, feeling my heart kick against my chest, which was very abnormal for me. Had she always been this beautiful? She looked like she was glowing, and her red hair seemed more vibrant than usual. I had never seen her with her hair down so this was a new sight for me. Her hair was long, almost reaching her stomach. It framed her face, and I wanted to push it back so I could see her face more clearly. My hand raised as if it had a mind of its own, moving slowly. She watched me, not making any attempt to move, so I got bold and brushed her cheekbone, my heart once again kicking hard against its cage when I noticed she leaned into the touch. She barely moved, but I noticed just the slightest tilt of her head and that got my heart wild. That little reaction made me brave. I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, lingering for way too long. She looked fragile with her hair down. More softer. Less fierce. And I wanted to shield her. Protect her. From wha
Kross was furious. He never gets furious. He was just a tall, muscled wall of no feeling. He barely raised his voice—he barely even spoke—he didn't get angry. He talked with his words, not his fists. The only time Kross had gotten to the point of throwing was when we were still kids, still young and foolish. Kross had gotten into a heated fight with Kade and they both came out of it with serious injuries. I dodged Kross’s blow, moving to the side and out of his way but he came back like a raging bull, throwing another punch which I dodged. I didn't want to get into a fight with him. I was in the wrong, but that doesn't mean I want to get beaten. “Kross, listen–”“How could you be so stupid?!” he shouted, coming at me with full rage. Kross getting into a fight with me and shouting at the same time? Was the world about to end? “I’m sorry, okay?” I tried to get to him, this time blocking his punches. “I felt like I was dying, Kross. The pain was worse than ever before. And the meds