Fated To My Lycan Stepbrothers
Chapter 1

Naya

Cod

I had to be in class first, at the Wolf Academy, the only one of its kind in the whole of Wolf Cove, New York.

They couldn't get me if I was in class first!

I shivered in the cold wind that swept through the bus park as an image of Brooke Bentley and her bully minions flooded through my mind. I would have to walk past their seats if I was late, and that could never happen again!

"Where on earth is it?" I swore under my breath, tipping my neck forward to look at the empty street that had been littered with garbage and plastic before wrapping my hands around myself and trying to ignore the press of the stranger's bodies around me. "Excuse me, Miss, you've got blood on your dress," The old man who had been standing beside me at the bus stop droned and I felt my heart jump to my throat as I damned near snapped my neck in whirling around to look at the dress I had thrown on. It was a tight-fitting boho tie-dye mess of frills and red and black splotches that I had somehow thought made me look like one of the hip, natural girlies.

And now this old dude thought I had blood on my dress. Great!

"It's okay sir, I'm free-flowing," I breathed, widening my eyes at the man like some crazed lunatic and watching his gaunt face pale before he hurried away, stammering something about nut job whores filling the city. A*****e!

s**t, did I look like a w***e? I had let my curly red hair down today and dabbed a little lipstick on, but that was about it.

I didn't look like the corpse bride for once! And it had nothing to do with the fact that the deadly Lycan twins of the wolf pack would be joining our lessons today.

"Just a preliminary supervision, nothing to worry about," The teacher had croaked yesterday, his long, spindly hands forming together in front of his chest so that he looked like a bald priest with glasses a bit too wide for his shiny head. Yeah right, nothing to worry about my a*s, like they weren't going to tell the King Alpha every single thing they heard!

I shivered, remembering the one time I had seen the Lycans, Zeke, and Kyle getting into their limo from a distance, their broad, handsome backs curving majestically before they zoomed off.

"Bus isn't coming today! Maintenance!" One of the uniformed men that had been giving me dirty looks from the other side of the street yelled rudely before turning back to pick the litter, ignoring the protests that followed.

What the f**k? It was the THIRD TIME this week the bus was going for maintenance and the third time I would be late Yet again!

"s**t," I whispered to myself just as thunder boomed and the bleak clouds suddenly seemed darker. You've got to be f*****g kidding me.

I let out a growl as I ran, biting back what I was sure would have been an animalistic scream when I stubbed my toe HARD against a stone that appeared out of nowhere.

"f**k!" I whined, wincing as blood pooled under my feet before I continued limping, drawing the scarf I had wrapped around my neck over my hair as the first fat drops slapped against it.

First the stone and now rain? I only hoped this wasn't a bad omen as I broke into a blind run, hefting my dress and dosing

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You could have heard a pin drop in the silence as I creaked open the door into the classroom, inhaling sharply when all eyes turned to face me.

I let my gaze move only to the back where I could see the Lycans, Zeke and Kyle staring back at me unnervingly.

By God, they were drop-dead gorgeous! The firstborn, Zeke, had smokey moss-green eyes and tussled auburn hair that fell messily over his face and high cheekbones.

Crap! He looked young! How on earth had I gotten the image of old respectable men in my head, the King, their father looked young too, what on earth was I thinking?

"Your'e late Miss Cod." The teacher deadpanned after I staggered into the class drenched from the rain and shivering. I gulped reflexively as I watched Kyle's hooded gaze rake over my body before I snapped my hands up to my chest, looking down to see that my pink n*****s were poking through the thin cloth and feeling a blush roll up my cheek.

How long had I been standing here like a goldfish? Flashing the whole bloody classroom? I ignored the snickering I heard before locking eyes with the Lycan firstborn again, startled when I realized he was full-on glaring at me now.

"I uh...the rain-" I stammered, but hearing Brooke's loud Queen bee laugh overshadow the rest before the teacher sighed heavily.

Please don't make me sit anywhere near Brooke Bentley, please!

"Detention after class, sit there," He gritted and I followed his fingers to see that he was pointing to the empty chair smack dab at the center of the two Lycans. No such luck!

I must have made an embarrassing meowling noise in my throat as I skulked forward, deftly pushing past the wood lockers to settle between the men after catching the look of pure hate on Brooke's porcelain face before my neck stiffened and I looked straight ahead.

Everyone who had any speck of sense in Wolf Academy knew a rank omega wolf like me shouldn't be anywhere near the two hottest, unmated Lycan wolves in the city. The King's sons!

Not when Brooke had staked her claim to their sides already. I could feel her angry breath brushing against the back of her neck as she snickered and laughed about something with her crew and my face heated even more.

"Smells like gonorrhea in here suddenly, Naya, would you happen to know anything about that?" Brooke's sugary whisper sent spears through my heart and my lips wobbled a bit as I stabbed my fingernails into my hands. They couldn't get me if I didn't respond. Couldn't get me.

"Oh, my God! Do you think it's hereditary? Her mother had it, didn't she? Before she seduced the King Alpha and wrecked his home!" Brooke snapped again, her icy voice cutting through the rest of the class so that everyone else turned to face me.

Oh God no, I closed my eyes tightly, already feeling myself remembering the way it had all happened before. The reason everyone seemed to hate me.

Marley Cod, mother dearest had gotten it into her head that she belonged in the Alpha's mansion and she was tired of bumming it out with Pa and me.

Her public affair with Zeke's father had ended well because he mated her after the news broke and I never heard from her again.

Pa died broken and angry, and I had to get the local farmer boys to help cut down his body after I returned from school one night to find it.

I tried to breathe through my lips, pressing my hands to my cheeks as tears pooled under my eyes at the painful memory.

"Look! Can't you tell from the way she sits? Naya's been f****d enough times, her cunts turned to a sore old rag, I'll be surprised if it's only gonorrhea she has," One of Brooke's minions whispered excitedly and I caught her finger out of the corner of my eye as she pointed to me just before the blonde queen bee let out another loud cackle.

"Enough! Not one more word, Brooke Bentley, or I will rip your tongue and make you chew it." Zeke rumbled, his deep voice making a shudder run through me.

Holy crap, did he just defend me? I felt my chest squeeze with delight before allowing a small smile to lift the corners of my lips as the Queen Bee muttered her apologies and I resisted the urge to turn around and throw her a victorious look. That kind of gloating was bound to come back and bite me in the a*s later.

"Class is dismissed! See you all tomorrow!" The teacher shrieked, snapping me out of the daze I had gotten into as I started at the twin's chiseled profiles from the corners of my eyes.

"C'mon Kyle, let's get out of here," Zeke growled, and I jolted as they stood swiftly, not even soaring me as much as a second look.

How could he? I was beneath them in ever way, but unable to dent the way my heart fluttered when I stared at him.

Delulu, that was my middle name ladies and gentlemen!

"Wait, please, hold on," I managed to squeak through the webs that had grown in my throat, rushing to zip my bag before tripping over Brooke's leg and feeling my jaw knock hard against the linoleum as I face-planted right in front of everyone.