5-His Brother Is Horny For Me

Yuna:

He crashed his lips against mine, his teeth biting aggressively into my lower lip. A sharp sting shot through me as he let go of my wrist, his hands fumbling to unbuckle his pants in a hurry.

"Stop!" I muttered, my brows knitting together. I pushed against his chest, my hands trembling with anger and something else—disgust. "I said stop, Denzel!"

The rain poured over us, soaking me to the bone, but I refused to look away. My eyes locked onto his, demanding that he hear me. He froze, his beautiful blue eyes blank as if he truly didn’t understand what had just happened. The rain made him look even more striking—tall, muscular, his dirty blond hair dripping wet—but I had no time to dwell on his cursed beauty.

"What's going on?" he asked, his voice filled with confusion. "Why are you so mad?"

Mad? My entire body shook, but not just from the cold. He was acting like I had no reason to be upset with him.

"Did I make a mistake?" He reached for me again, but I turned my face away, my breath sharp with frustration.

I clenched my fists. "I was almost raped in your mansion, and what did you do?" I spat, my voice thick with bitterness. "You went ahead and had a drink of your mother’s choice."

My words burned with hatred, but I didn’t stop there. "And then your arrogant brother turned my tavern upside down."

The cold night, the rain, and Denzel's clueless expression only made the rage inside me grow hotter.

"And of course, you have nothing to say," I hissed, clenching my fists tightly.

"So let me pass, and you go back to your royal mansion, dance with that Sharlin—" I was muttering while tearing up when he suddenly dropped to his knees, and so did my heart.

"Denzel!" I gasped, covering my mouth with my hands.

"I’m sorry. I should have considered your feelings before everything else. You can punish me as much as you want, I won’t say a word. This alpha is at your feet, do as you please," he kept his head down, a dagger in his hand, offering it to me.

"And you think hurting you will make me feel better?" I asked, my eyes welling up. He really thought that was the solution?

"Then what can I do to make things right with you? Please tell me," he insisted, raising his head slightly, giving me a very sad look.

I took a deep breath and turned my face away.

"When will you talk to your mother about me?" I asked, realizing I was once again putting pressure on him.

"I will soon." I noticed the way he slowly got up on his feet but didn’t dare meet my eyes.

"Denzel, it has to be in two days," I gave him a deadline and started briskly making my way back home. I was tired of waiting around like trash. He had to make a decision before people started finding out that I had already turned eighteen.

I went home and went straight to bed since my mom and sister were already sleeping.

But the next day was challenging.

The next morning, I woke up early so I could accompany Mrs. Phyllis to the Lock mansion to deliver the wine my mom had made.

Lord Lockwood loved my mother’s handmade wine, and I thought it was the perfect chance for me to see Denzel.

We had a rough argument last night, and I kept feeling bad about not kissing him goodbye. The way he sat on his knees for me, and I heartlessly ignored him and hissed at him, made me hate myself.

"Are you sure you want to go back there?" Mrs. Phyllis was obviously worried about taking me back to the mansion.

"I'll be fine. It's not a ball, so there won’t be many people there anyway." What I meant was that there wouldn’t be any powerful or high-ranking wolves in the mansion. Besides, I knew where Denzel’s room was—I would go straight there and give him the kiss I didn’t give him last night.

We had to walk to the mansion. Mrs. Phyllis told the warriors at the gate why we were there, and after checking the wine to make sure it was all fine, they let us in.

"Don’t go anywhere, stick with me—Yuna," I heard Mrs. Phyllis complain, but I had already sped away.

I was trying to get to his room quickly before getting caught. However, whenever an omega maid passed by me and sniffed my scent, they would hiss and grunt angrily at the human in front of them.

Before long, I was outside his room, but to my surprise, there was already a conversation happening between Denzel and his mother.

"I will marry someone good, someone who loves me," Denzel said to his mother, making goosebumps rise on my skin. He was talking about this just as I arrived—what were the chances?

"And she has a powerful pack to back you up," his mother added, making me clench my jaw in frustration.

"What if—what if she isn’t a werewolf?" I heard a little hesitation in his tone, which made me even more curious about what she had to say.

"You want to marry a vampire?" she asked immediately. "You know those things can’t reproduce, right? Why would you marry that thing?" The disgust in her voice toward the second most powerful creatures made me lose hope.

"Not a vampire," he murmured.

"Then a witch? They are banished, and I don’t want you waking up in the middle of the night to her on top of you, enchanting some spells," his mother’s voice grew even more hateful that time.

"Not a witch—what if it's a human?" That was all he had said before I heard a loud grunt from his mother.

"Over my dead body! Why the heck are you talking nonsense? Don’t even speak about such things!" she began to yell and hiss at him, making tears appear in my eyes.

"What’s the matter? Is the conversation that interesting?"

However, my body froze when I heard a deep, manly, and very creepy voice from behind me.

I turned around to see Kedron standing there with a smirk on his lips. He was wearing black pants and a black T-shirt.

"You were eavesdropping on the royals? You naughty little human," he hissed, quickly grabbing my wrist and pulling me to the side, where a dark hallway was.

"What are you doing? Please let me go," I pleaded, trying to pry my hand free, but he was so damn strong that I felt like he was going to break my bones.

"There are only two places you could go now—either that room, where I will tell my brother and his mother that you were listening in on their conversation, or—" he paused, making my throat go dry before he added, "to my room. The choice is yours," he leaned down and whispered in my ear.

I was in deep trouble now. If I went into Denzel’s room, his mother would never accept me. And if I went into Kedron’s room, Denzel would never accept me.