Fated to my mate's step-brothers
Chapter 32
Both alphas were engrossed reading the newspaper when Nikolai walked inside, reeking of alcohol, vomit and a faint smell of cherry which caught their attention.
They turned to him, their canines becoming visible as Brielle’s sweet scent wafted around their nostrils.
"Did you touch the slave?" Thor snarled, his eyes blazing red as his claws became visible. He was ready to tear Nikolai into pieces.
Nikolai, who was stunned to find the room organized and a little towel on his head this morning, tried all he could to remember the face of the angel who had taken care of him but her face was blurry.
After interrogating all the staff, he was stunned to discover that the description of the woman matched that of Brielle.
"I..."
"You touched her!" Ryker snarled and he shook his head immediately.
He bowed his head. "No... I would never touch anything that belongs to you, alpha... Last night, at the club... I was taken care of by a lady, it turned out to be the slave." He replied and both men exchanged heated glances.
Their wolves were furious and restless, they were ready to tear everything apart. She was theirs alone! She had no business touching or being around any man except them.
Ryker clenched the newspaper tightly, his girl tearing the paper slowly but he was undaunted.
"Alpha, I apologize for my mistake. I should never have let her touch me, she belongs to you and not in my wildest dream will I try to take what belongs to you." He muttered with his head bowed and they scoffed.
"You can leave." Thor muttered as he managed to get his emotions in check, exhaling slowly.
"..." Nikolai wanted to say something, he felt guilty and he wanted to plead for them to show her mercy but he knew it was only going to increase her punishment.
He nodded softly before walking away. "That bitch... Does she have so much time on her hand now that she takes care of drunk people? Is she a caregiver?" Ryker prowled and Thor sneered.
"We’ve been too merciful to her. She’s nothing but a filthy slave but now she thinks it’s nice to go around touching the body of others." Thor mumbled and both men went quiet for a moment.
They could barely make up a reason why they were furious but all they knew was that they hated to see her around anyone, hated to see her happy.
They wanted to see her writhing and screaming in pain, they wanted to torture death out of her and make her inti an amusement that would grace only their eyes.
"Bring the slave." Thor ordered and Nikolai nodded softly.
He returned minutes later with Brielle who was trembling. She had his scent all over her hands and they hated it.
It burned their nostrils as they watched her stand behind him for cover, like he was her savior.
"Leave." They ordered and Nikolai turned around, leaving Brielle who was about to die of anxiety.
"You’ve got so much time on your hands, isn’t that right... Slave?" Ryker snarled as he stood up and instinctively, she stepped back, enraging him greatly.
He almost pounded on her at the thought of her touching Nikolai while running away from them.
"Why do you have another man’s scent on your fingers, Slave?" Thor snarled as Ryker moved even closer to her while she pressed herself for the wall out of fright.
She shook her head vigorously, unable to gather words while being terrified that she might get hit if she uttered a word without their permission.
"Speak!" They both thundered at the same time as her knees buckled while she dug her nails in the wall.
"I... He... he was sick... All I did was wipe his face." She stammered, tears steaming down her cheeks.
She couldn’t believe that they were going to punish her for touching Nikolai. She was in awe.
"You now treat the sick?" Ryker’s tone was filled with sarcasm and she shook her head vigorously.
"No... No alpha... He.., he was in pain..." She stammered, staring at the ground while fondling her sweaty fingers.
"Since you’ve got so much time to take care of people, don’t you think it’ll be nice if you headed to the den to give more care to people?" Ryker grabbed her neck as he said this and she swallowed, trying very hard to breathe properly even though his grip was very light.
"Isn’t that right? How about you tend to all the sickos in the den?" His eyes were glistening with mischief and she shook her head.
"No... P... Please Alpha..." She pleaded, shaking terribly and Ryker watched her.
His fangs were slowly protruding and all he wanted to do was suck her blood, release his pheromones on her and fuck get till only the goddess knows when.
His breathing hitched as he began to rub her neck slowly, his hands moving from her neck down to her cleavage.
Brielle was stunned at the sudden change of hands, his eyes had gone dark and it was filled with desire and lust.
She swallowed, something strange soaring inside of her. It felt like looking at him made her body react in a way she never knew she could.
She lowered her head, trying very hard not to think too much about the increasing flames in between her legs.
She hated his touch but at the same time it brought a crazy chill to her spine. It was like poison. Bitter, sweet, deadly and thrilling, dangerous and alarming.
She pressed her legs together, trying very hard to clear out her head. "No... There must be something wrong with my body... Probably my heat, this beast can never make me aroused." She muttered these words repeatedly in her head, trying to link her arousal to something else.
She began breathing properly when he suddenly retracted his hand, taking one glance at her before he scoffed.
"Fuck off!" He ordered and without hesitation, she dashed out, grateful to have escaped the den.