June 14 2026, 1:19am
Keiran watched the girl’s face with a mixture of irritation and pity.
Pity.
He could not help but pity the little thing that had— by the twisted way of the moon goddess— descended between his crazy self and his mad brothers.
He was standing close to her, so close that her arm was barely an inch away from his. So close that he could feel the tremor run up her spine even as she tried so hard to sound brave. The charge coursing between them both and the look on her face made his beast go wild and he swore to the heavens that he would lose his mind.
Her scent; a fine blend of blueberries and lavender filled his nostrils, hijacking his senses. It made a maddening urge gnaw at his brain to touch her, to—
Sniff.
Take a deep breath.
Breathe in her scent.
’No. Remember how she fearlessly slapped Rhys some hours ago?’ His mind chirped in, jolting him back to his jarring reality.
’Remember how she killed Leilani?’ His mind continued to urge him, and somehow, that was the most painful reality that finally brought him back from the brink of madness.
For the fraction of a second, his traitorous eyes trailed down the length of her body one more time and...
Fuck.
She was stunning. She was a beautiful young lady with flawless fair skin and a generous curve that could make anyone— man or woman— go mad. She had a nice dentition, a pair of electric blue eyes that could drag a man straight to hell and back, a delicate pointed nose and straight platinum blonde waist-length hair that he could already imagine himself fisting his hands into while he rammed into her pussy from behind.
Wait, hold on... hold on just a second.
Take a deep breath and tell yourself: "She is a murderer!"
"She is a murderer,"
However, none of these words proved worthwhile especially since Azriel, the fool, chose that very moment to say the word;
"Strip."
Keiran flinched like he had been struck. For some stupidly weird reason, his throat suddenly went dry. His eyes darkened at the edges, and his dick... oh goddess help him, his dick stirred with a force that it had never done in the twenty- nine years that he had been alive and walking this round earth.
For a tiny second, he was painfully aware of how her breath had hitched upon hearing Azriel’s words. He saw the way colour flooded her face. Her eyes that had blazed with so much energy and bravery only seconds ago dimmed just a little, but enough for doubt to creep in and fear.
She took a small step back but horror soon settled on her face when her back hit the wall behind her; and he could only watch with mild fascination as her body pressed against the cool marble surface as if trying to melt into it.
"Strip," Azriel said again, sounding as though she hadn’t heard him the first time.
It was quite obvious that he was enjoying watching her suffer. That he liked the way her face colored a bright shade of red and her skin paled until it almost appeared translucent.
When she wouldn’t do as told, he lifted his hand and almost smiled when she flinched.
Almost.
That is until her lips parted in a silent scream, and his eyes— hungry and dark— latched onto her smooth plump pink lips.
Jesus.
For the first time in his life, he felt an irresistible urge to pin a lady against the wall, throw caution into the wind, and fuck her senseless until her cries of pleasure became music to his ears.
For the first time, he wanted to take his time to know a woman. To sample her... to taste her and drink from her until he was heavily drunk on whatever she had to offer.
Azriel was no stranger to women. In fact, it is said that he changes his women faster than he changes his hairstyle— which is a lot. He has seen and tasted different women, savored different bodies be it thin or thick... short or tall. He has even had a few escapades with men. But none of those bodies... none of those women— and men— could compare to this delicate vixen gracing his presence.
But she is a murderer.
His sister’s murderer.
"Are you deaf?" When he spoke again, his voice was cold. Emotionless. It carried none of the horniness that plagued him like a curse. It sounded like it had come from a far distance away from him and not from him.
She flinched again... pathetically, and lowered her gaze.
"I-I have t-trouble hearing s-sometimes."
That was new.
"And you stutter," Kieran shot in. Once again, it was not a question. It was a statement. A statement that felt like he was listing off the defects on a particular product rather than a person.
Nyx’ara’s eyes darted to his dark ones quickly and she nodded. "Y-yes. I s-stutter. M-my hearing I-isn’t that good, a-and my vision is n-not so g-good as well."
As soon as she uttered that statement, Draven found himself wondering how a girl with an almost nonexistent wolf, with so many defects... and one who was this timid had successfully killed his sister."
Or was she simply pretending?
He shook his head quickly and like one who had been possessed by an invisible force, his hatred for her soared in that moment. With a frown, he turned to his brothers and hissed; "Let’s go."
But none of them would move, especially Azriel whose command had gone unanswered for the past few minutes now.
"Let’s go," he said again, and this time, he was abruptly cut off when Azriel snarled;
"You can go if you want to, brother, but I am not leaving until she strips!"
"I-I won’t s-strip!" Nyx’ara shouted back, stunning them all.
They all turned to look at her like she had suddenly sprouted a second head, and when they saw her glaring openly— fiercely— at them, with her hands tugging at the midsection of her dress as if to keep it in place, their breaths hitched.
She is stubborn.
Interesting.
"I w-won’t strip and y-you c-cannot make me do it!"
For the first time that evening, or early morning, Rhys almost laughed. In fact, a small smile had begun to tug around the corners of his lips before he managed to pull himself together.
Deep down, he’d been sure that the girl who had slapped him several hours ago was somewhere buried underneath all those layers of timidity; and now, seeing her act so fearlessly... seeing her challenge his brothers... made him realise that she may be slapping someone else soon.
He took a step back.
I don’t want it to be me this time around.
True to his words, her eyes flashed with a wild kind of defiance. You know, the type that would have a man wanting to pull at his hair.
He dragged his eyes along her face, her clenched fists, and the way her chin had now lifted slightly to meet their gazes with a fierce one of her own, and he nodded.
Yes, that bitch is back. And she is on a rampage.
Azriel, who was still a newbie and had not tasted just how hard her dainty hands sting, stalked closer to her. He lifted his hand as if to tug at her dress but before he could even do a thing, a loud piercing snarl filled the air.
A ball of white fur and complete rage jumped at his face followed by the very familiar sound:
’Meow!’
"Coco!"