Chased By My Bully Alphas

Chapter 2

MARSHALL.

“Did you see how she ignored us?” I snarled at my brothers, when I saw that they were out of ear shot.

My wolf, owl, had been roaring loudly ever since Dad mentioned she was coming home today. I know I shouldn't push all the excitement to him, knowing how I feel about her as well.

Maxwell shrugged, “What did you expect? That she would return home and throw herself on us? After all we did to her, Marshall.”

I knew he was right but I wasn't ready to accept that fact yet. I deserved to be properly greeted, as the future alpha of this pack and I am just going to go in there and show her that I am not someone that she can ignore.

“Oh no, you are doing no such thing!” Owl roared at me, and I instantly shoved him at the far end of my mind.

“Still, she shouldn't have ignored us the way she did. A little hello would have been appreciated.” Mario, my youngest brother, argued. I gave him an appreciated look and he smiled at me in return.

Maxwell wouldn't have it, his eyes blared with a certain fire, and the next thing I knew, he was charging towards the door like a freed lion who had been caged for too long. Mario and I shared a look, before we started for the door ourselves.

The scene that welcomed me left me speechless. Maxwell sat with his left arm around Loila's seat, pressing into her side like he wanted to glue to her body. Wasn't he the one saying something about what we did to her in the past earlier? Then what the f**k was he doing with half of his body all over her?

“Let's go and join them.” Owl chirped excitedly. “Look over there, there's enough room to contain us.”

I shook my head, even though I'd rather have her body slammed hard against my chest. But I knew myself more than my horny wolf. I knew sitting close to her would ignite feelings inside me that would be impossible for me to control. “Impossible Owl, so drop it immediately.”

“You are no fun, Marshall. Not at all. Just look at how our younger brother is sitting so close to her. She isn't complaining or are you afraid that she's going to bark at you?” He taunted.

“Marshall, what are you standing there for? Come and greet your sister. You haven't seen in three years and all you do is to stand there and staring in space.” Mom snapped in my direction. I looked up to find everyone's eyes on me, noticing the way Loila immediately averted her gaze the moment I caught her staring at me.

Great Mom. At least now she finally noticed me. I scoffed in my mind and went and sat with Mario.

Out of the corners of my eye, I could see Mario watching her with a mild expression. I knew he longed to be in Max's position right now, but he and I know that he was the one who bullied her the most out of the three of us.

“So what course did you study in school?” Mario enquired, his eyes not leaving her.

I sat up straight, waiting for her reply. I noticed the way she tensed up, but she quickly masked it with a forced smile. "Actually, I graduated with first-class honors as a medical student. I also earned a degree in psychology." Her eyes took on a challenging glint, and I felt Mario squirm beside me.

“Wow, that's impressive.” Mom clapped happily. “I always wanted one of you to become a doctor, and now my daughter has fulfilled that wish of mine.”

I snorted inwardly. Daughter, my foot. I had never considered Loila my sister, and I never would, especially when my body ached with attraction for her. My brothers and I felt it too, which is why we resorted to bullying her when we didn't know how to express our feelings. Our parents were obstacles too, always treating her as their daughter and never seeing her as anything less.

I let my eyes take in her delicate features. She was the most stunning girl I had ever seen, with her red fiery hair that she always let loose but today, she chose to make an exception and plaited her hair into a ponytail.

“Does that mean you can actually read minds?” Maxwell's question snapped me back to reality. I hadn't paid attention to what she had actually said. I watched her, my heart pounding against my ribcage, as I waited for her response.

She turned her head and held Maxwell's gaze. I could see her shake her head slightly before a smile appeared on her face, which I knew without having to look into her eyes that it didn't reach her eyes. I knew all this was an act, so that my parents would think we were actually close. I wish.

“We are psychologists, not gods, Alpha Maxwell,” she replied, her wariness evident. "Psychologists are trained professionals who specialize in understanding human behavior,providing therapy, and conducting research. While we can analyze and interpret behaviors, thoughts, and emotions, mind-reading is not within our capabilities.”

Maxwell slowly nodded, before lifting his head to look in my direction. I shrugged, I too was surprised. I guess I'm one of those who actually thought psychologists could read people's minds. Well if that's to be the case... I guess we are better off that way.

“I dont think so.” Owl argued. “I think this might have been an opportunity for us if she could read minds. Then I would be sure to be playing romantic scenes in your mind so she could come closer to us.”

I shook my head at my wolf. I should have known better, that wolf has a high libido and he has been putting scenes in my mind ever since we were little, but damn me to take advantage of a girl. I guess that was why I was so frustrated. Because I knew I wanted her but she didn't want me, and back then, I thought the only way possible to be closer to her was to actually use my alpha auras to intimidate her to be near us. But I guess I was wrong. I had f****d up big time.

“But what if she's not our mate.... “

I let my words trail off. I could feel him growling mightily in my head, and I knew absorbing this fact would be too painful for him but that was the truth we both should know just in case that time comes, that we are not her fated mate.

“I don't care whether or not we are her fated mate. We already had a claim on her, so she's ours whether or not the moon goddess approves of it. She's going to be our Luna and that's final. I dare any wolf to proclaim her as his mate!“ He flared angrily. I knew replying to him wouldn't solve anything for us, so I did my best in trying to subdue him but to no avail.

“Oh, I see.” Maxwell slowly muttered. He grinned at her but she chose that moment to look away from him, and from the red way his cheeks got colored, I knew he was hurt. But he would be damn to even acknowledge that fact even to his own wolf.

As the conversation continued, I found myself drifting away again, lost in my own thoughts. I watched as Mario engaged Loila in conversation, asking her about her experiences in medical school and her plans for the future. She spoke with enthusiasm, her eyes brightening as she shared her dreams.

Inside, I was torn. I wanted to be the one talking to her, getting to know her on a deeper level. But I also feared what that would unleash within me. The possessive nature of my wolf, Owl, was already evident, and being close to her would only intensify those feelings.

I leaned back in my chair, trying to find some semblance of calm amidst the turmoil inside me. I contemplated the possibility that perhaps Loila wasn't our fated mate after all. Maybe fate had played a cruel trick on me, making me desire someone I couldn't have. But deep down, I couldn't deny the connection I felt with her, the pull that drew me towards her.