The Twin Alphas: Instincts of the Lycan

Chapter 005

I left. I left before I could hear what Kateryna and her father were discussing. The situation didn’t concern me personally, but I experienced a sense of being stood up twice.

As I maneuvered my Bentley through the curves of the hill towards our mansion, the streetlights gradually disappeared from view. My mind was still on two women—Mala Chortytsia, the one who had left me hanging with her last message:

“I didn’t want to meet anyway.”

I texted her several times hoping that she would send me a reply. She appeared online again and again but never responded. I couldn’t figure her out. She seemed too fearful to meet, but providing an actual explanation would have been better than her abrupt disappearance.

Svitlana was both sexy and fiery, and now I wish I had chosen to spend time in bed with her before playing any games.

Frustration had already set in when I parked the car and gave Borys my keys.

I made my way through the grand entrance of the mansion while moving past the fountain and ascending the stairs. As I approached the top of the stairs, Borys was already standing by the entrance, showing his respect through a slight bow.

“Good evening, Master Dmytro,” he greeted me.

I responded with a simple "Evening" since I didn't feel like talking. Without waiting for him to finish, I walked past him and made my way straight to my room.

I flung my jacket towards the couch in my bedroom, but someone intercepted it before it touched down.

I looked up. “What do you want, Bohdan?”

He remained silent as he pulled himself back onto the couch and folded his arms.

He commented that the jacket had a scent of female and s****l odors, which he delivered with a grin.

I rolled my eyes. “And?”

When you have meaningless s*x, ensure you keep it hidden. We have a reputation to uphold, Dmytro.”

I didn’t respond to that. I took out my phone to read the last messages from Mala Chortytsia.

Burya707: I can’t believe I’m about to meet the real Mala Chortytsia. I want to discover what aspects of you you have kept hidden.

TenebrisY: Me too. See you tonight. Can’t wait. Xx

And then her last message...

TenebrisY: I didn’t want to meet, anyway.

Burya707: Wait, are you canceling? Did you text me by mistake?

Burya707: Seriously, are you? What’s going on? Talk to me.

No replies. Not one.

I gripped the phone tightly before tossing it onto the couch beside Bohdan. He glanced at it but said nothing.

“Father has requested our presence first thing tomorrow morning,” said Bohdan while rising from his seat. “He’s waiting for you.”

As I began unbuttoning my shirt, I gave him only the slightest recognition.

Bohdan exited the room before I could continue doing anything. As I moved towards the bathroom, I allowed the cool shower water to come in contact with my face.

Mala Chortytsia. I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Whenever I attempted to imagine her appearance, I kept seeing the green-eyed goddess I encountered tonight.

My hand moved across my chest while my thoughts took control of my mind. I imagined her movements and her appearance beneath the soft club lighting.

I tried to focus. The thought of her touch and her lips made me feel completely unhinged. The visions stayed with me, and I became consumed by my imagination.

I couldn’t help it. My physical reaction took control, and quickly I became immersed in the experience. I released myself, and waves of pleasure traveled throughout my body. My night took an unexpected turn, but I had no power to stop what happened next.

The next morning, I barely slept. My mind wouldn’t quiet down. Svitlana occupied my thoughts when I woke up with an erection. And Mala Chortytsia? Not one word from her.

I refused to send another message. She had canceled on me. She should be the one to give me an explanation instead.

Annoyance filled me as I headed to Father's office because I was not prepared to hear his lecture. Bohdan had arrived ahead of me with his long blonde hair secured in a ponytail. He appeared as if he stepped out of a silly cartoon where princes ruled.

With a nod to my arrival, Father greeted me from behind his large desk. His pale blue eyes remained sharp and calculating just like their usual state. The way his blond hair was slicked back made him appear exceedingly polished, which felt slightly unsettling.

Checking the time displayed on the clock, I whispered, “I made it on time.”

Father arched one eyebrow and displayed a thin smile that felt more like annoyance than pleasure. “You weren’t home last night.”

“No, I wasn’t.”

You were both meant to be securing the king’s favor but instead became involved in different activities, according to

Father, who kept his gaze fixed on me.

I raised an eyebrow. Our power should make it irrelevant who controls the throne. Even though the King possesses

Lycan powers remain below our social standing.

Father’s eyes hardened. “Powerful, yes. But who holds the ultimate title, son?”

I shifted in my seat. I understood his intentions but lacked the desire to discuss them right now.

Bohdan stood up and circled the desk before I could respond. “Of course, we understand, Father. We know the plan.

The Lycan’s rebellious daughter... we’ll handle her. Yesterday I crossed paths with her. She’s easy prey.”

I held my tongue because I didn't trust myself when it came to speaking.

Bohdan had his charm. But it wasn’t what I wanted. Their sick plan had nothing to do with my decisions. I enrolled in the Academy as a way to escape my Father's control. I missed Ukraine. The absence of his constant meddling was something I deeply missed.

“Both of you will attend Nocturne Academy soon,” Father said as his voice grew colder than normal. The girl must have developed an obsession with you. Do whatever you need. But don’t disappoint me. Oleksandr will do everything for his princesses, but remember the girl belongs to us at all costs.

Bohdan nodded, confident as always.

Father’s voice lowered. I believe Oleksandr is keeping a secret about her. Just like his son. The boy is not normal. She possesses an extraordinary quality, which I am eager to discover. She almost killed a student last year.”

“How is that possible?” Bohdan asked. “She was just seventeen.”

“That’s exactly my point. I want to know who she is. What she’s capable of. Understood?”

“Yes, Father,” Bohdan said without hesitation.

I stayed quiet. I felt sickened by the idea of manipulating people for power. But Father—he was obsessed with it.

Bohdan? He would do anything necessary to win Father’s approval.

As I prepared to leave, I paused because Father’s command halted my departure.

"Did you hear me, Dmytro?" he asked as his tone became harsher.

Firmly I faced him while my jaw tightened.

“I heard you perfectly.”