The Foxes Legacy

You Did What

Brelles POV

The weight that was thrown against the door made me jump a bit. Clover jumped off the bed as well, like someone was going to kick the door in. Mercy walked out of the closet looking super annoyed. Her dagger-like black nails shaking out her wet hair. Her ripped black shorts and gray halter top left little to the imagination. It looks like we were both set out to piss our brothers off.

Mercy has a bigger chest than me. She tapes her chest down most of the time. Being a dancer, she is supposed to be light, graceful, and, well, flatter. More like Clover. Mercy doesn’t want to be held at a disadvantage, so she binds her chest. Well, today she decided to go without the binding. The halter top was low, barely holding her boobs in the shirt. She looked hot. She pushed me out of the way and swung her door open. Winston was pushing JJ back down the hall, I assume.

“Really my door. If you guys want to fight, take it outside but leave my door out of it.” she said, peaking her head out the room down the hall. She looked at Winston and c****d her head. Winston shrugged and walked away. She closed the door and looked at me. “What did you do?”

“JJ was being stupid. He acts like they are the only ones allowed to get laid. I may or may not have pulled the older than you card and called him a little boy.” I shrugged.

“JJ?” Mercy looked confused.

“Yeah, he will get over it.” I sat on her bed and pulled my mirror out of my make-up bag. Not sure how to do my makeup. I don’t really wear any because I am always working out or playing a sport, but I guess tonight I can sport some eyeliner and blush. “Also, why aren’t they mad at you? You look like s*x on legs.”

“Hot, right? I did that”. Clover admires her nails.

“Shorts aren’t a great choice. I really don’t want to burn my skin off again on my bike.” Mercy looked at Clover.

“Well, that is why you aren’t taking your bike. You come in the truck with us like a normal person.”

“She only wants her bike so she can run away when someone snaps at her.” I poked at my sister for her earlier get away. “What was up with that anyway. Jace has followed you around since he was old enough to walk. I don’t think I have ever seen him get pissed at you. Shooting him down one too many times?” I laughed. Mercy stops putting her black eyeliner on and meets my eyes in the mirror. She looks sad. Regretful almost.

“NOOOOOOOO!” I yelled “you didn’t!” I jumped off the bed, not able to sit still. “HIM!” I pointed at the door.

“Would you keep your voice down.” She spun around from the mirror. “I fell for one of his lines, OK. You have heard them for so many years you slowly start to believe them. It happened at the start of the summer. I was lying out by the pool reading one of my favorite books and I was into it. I know you don’t get it, but sometimes when you read... You get sucked in and you start to feel things. They aren’t even really your emotions half the time. It’s like you have become one of the characters.”

“OK, this doesn’t explain anything…”

“Yeah, come on get to the good stuff.” Clover moves to the end of the bed.

“Well, he came out talking about how good I looked and the things he would do to me if I’d let him. That he was tired of cat and mouse games. He wanted me. Well, I caved and I gave in to him. He was super attentive. Honestly, books don’t do it justice. The way it can make you feel. I actually think I may have scared him with how” she smirks at the memory “Hungry, I was. After everything was said and done, he asked me to allow him to take me out. I figured we just had s*x. I might as well…” she looked down.

“You got your hopes up?” I asked.

“Yeah. I went to meet him for our date night and when I knocked on his bedroom door at the pack house, he had a naked girl in his bed. I told him there were no hard feelings I understood. s**t still hurts though.”

I walked over and gave her a hug. How could you just do that to someone? I swear I was going to kill him next time I got him in the ring at training. s*x is supposed to be connecting, magical, romantic. He made it dirty, and I hate that for her.

“Don’t go do something stupid. Breezy really, I’m fine. He has never been my type. I just had a moment of weakness. I just didn’t like being let down.”

“Was he any good?” Clover bounced on the bed.

“Yeah, he got the job done for sure. Again, I think my books have influenced me too much. I wanted more. I wanted… rougher… more passion. He wanted to make me feel loved, I think. He wanted to give me romance… I needed friction.” She looked down ashamed.

I took a second to really think about my sister. She was always darker than me. Her dark wavy short hair. Her dark green eyes. Even her room, her walls were dark hunter green, and blankets and pillows were mixes of black and gray. She had bookshelves lining one wall and her favorite window bench where she would read said books. Her motorcycle, even the way she decided to lose her v-card. It shouldn’t be a surprise she may have wanted rougher. Which I could see why she gave into Jace he looks like the bad boy that would give her that roughness she was looking for. Who knew he would be chill in the bedroom?

“You never have to be sorry for what you want. None of us care what you want in bed if it’s what you want, you know.” I told her.

“Yeah, girl who doesn’t like a smack on the ass every once and a while,” Clover said. I look at the girl and she looked like if a guy ever smacked her ass, they would break her in half. I raised an eyebrow at her. “OK, maybe I wouldn’t know but you know...”

MJ turned back around and lined her lips with a dark purple color. I finished my blue eyeliner and popped on my pink lip gloss. Clover popped on some lip gloss as well when there was a knock at the door. I threw all my stuff back in my bag and opened the door. Winston's scent of Petrichor hit me in full force. He smells earthy and sweet with rain very much like our dad. His wavy hockey player's fox-colored hair is pushed back out of his face. His jeans hang low on his hips and his red t-shirt shows just how big he really is, taking up most of the doorway.

“I just wanted to see if you guys wanted a ride to the bonfire. Jace and JJ have already left. I figured you guys might like a DD tonight.”

“I’M SORRY. WHAT WAS THAT?” Mom yelled from the kitchen.

“MOM! Its fine!” Winston yells back.

“No, it’s not fine. Maybe dad or I should drive and pick you guys up. JOEY!” mom yells, coming around the kitchen island as we make our way into the living room. Dad peaks his head out of his office. Looked at us and then at mom. He says something to Uncle Ed or Uncle Ben on the phone. He puts the phone down and comes out into the living room. “Winston offered the girls a ride because they want to drink tonight…” she waves her hand at all of us.

“OK, I think that is very responsible of him. Are you going to have anything to drink tonight?” Dads’ eyes go blue, pulling on the alpha bond. Winston squares his shoulders and meets his eyes. Alpha magic doesn’t work on him just like it doesn’t work on mom, but Winston respects him too much to blow off the power.

“No sir. I won’t have a drop. I will be sober to watch everyone’s backs and call-in reinforcements if I have to.” Dad liked that answer and nodded.

“Darling. They are seventeen. We got into worse trouble at their age. Winston will not let anything happen to them and we are a phone call away… wait what are you wearing?” Dad looks at MJ over my shoulder.

“By kids have fun…” mom snaps, pushing us out the door.

“No, No, NO! She is not going out like that.” dad yells.

“Oh, stop it. I used to dress like that…”

“I know that’s the issue. Remember the things I’d do to you”, dad snapped, grabbing mom around the waist and pulling her flush to his chest.

“Ok by guys love you.” I push us all out the door pulling it shut behind me before I make a beeline up to the pack house where my brother's Audi sits.