Bound to the Lycan Twins

Chapter Two

What the actual f**k?

The receptionist gasps, the sound reverberating in my head.

I feel our mate’s bond buck and pull under the weight of his words. I stand there, as they settle over me, pressing down on my heart. They cover me like a heavy blanket on a sweltering night.

What? Did he just? Did Nate just . . . reject me? Why? “What is the meaning of this, Nate?”

"Are you dumb?"

I rear back, absolutely stunned. “I don't-”

“I can't have you ruin my Luna's ceremony tomorrow, so I'm rejecting you now,” he sneers and raises his head to the sound of the elevator door opening.

I just stand there, staring at a button on his shirt. A mass of blonde hair brushes past me into his open arms, obscuring my view of the button, and he laughs warmly as he hugs her back.

I thought I couldn't be more shocked. I literally thought that the only thing that could make me more surprised was my father walking through those doors, but I was wrong.

Because nestled in Nate's arms is Jenny.

This must be some sort of fever dream because nothing is making sense, I think, as he leans down to kiss Jenny.

They kiss. Nate kisses Jenny.

I make a slight sound at the back of my throat as their lips meet. There's a pain in my chest now, and I resist the urge to rub it.

Nate was cheating on me . . . with Jenny.

But how? How has this happened? I never. . . I never saw this coming. I had no idea that Nate liked her, that he could pick her. He never mentioned her and doesn't even have her number on his phone.

Jenny giggles as they break apart. f*****g shoot me.

Looking into the face of the happy couple, I'm done. I decide that I don't care. f**k it. He has done what he wants to do. He has chosen. And if there's one thing I won't do, it's stay where I've been told I'm not wanted.

I blink back the tears that are prickling my eyes. I can't, I can't cry. I won't. I don't know what the f**k is going on here, but Jenny can’t see me cry. I would rather pluck my eyes out of my head and throw them to eagles.

“Alpha Nate Wilson, I — Vanessa Thorpe — accept your rejection as your mate and Luna.”

I don't even think he heard me until I feel the last of the mate bond shatter into sharp pieces. It’s a multitude of stabbing pains as if a needle is repeatedly being dug into my heart. I don't feel him anymore, not the awareness nearby, the subtle strum of delight in my bloodstream when I think hum. I discreetly wipe away the few tears that managed to escape.

I turn to leave. “Not so f*****g fast, murderer.”

The lobby is full of people now because this gossip about my life falling apart before my very eyes is the hottest news of the month — since it came to light that Micheal from accounting was a serial killer— so I'm not sure if Nate is referring to me.

But he is. He's looking at me with venom in his gaze, mouth pursed.

“What?”

“You, Vanessa Thorpe are charged with the murder of Davis Thorpe, your Luna's father.”

Now the gasps in the room ring out and people start to murmur. It would have been funny if I wasn't in the middle and so f*****g confused.

“What the f**k do you mean? I didn't kill my father,” I say incredulously.

“Yes, you did. I have proof,” Jenny yells.

“What proof?”

“You were the last person to be with him, and you poisoned him, then doctored the coroner's report. I was just able to find this out yesterday.“

Goddess f*****g gracious. “What the f**k are you talking about?"

Immediately the words are out of my mouth, Nate grabs my jaw and squeezes so hard I fear he may pop a tooth out of its bed. “Don't you f*****g dare speak to my mate that way?”

“My poor father, killed by the bastard that he graciously decided to house. It was when you found out that he gave me the company, wasn't it? You couldn’t bear it,” Jenny says, getting in my face, “you just couldn't. A gold digger, just like your slut mother.”

“You're lying, Jenny, f*****g lying. I didn't kill my father!”

“Yes, you did! You didn't love him! Do you deny it? Do you deny that you didn't love him?”

Jenny begins to cry, and Nate steps up and takes her into his arms. “Warriors, take her to the dungeon.”

This can't be happening. No really, it can't. Murder charges? This can't be f*****g happening right now.

The two guards standing by the wall advance and grab me. My bag falls to the floor, spilling its contents. I wince as I hear a distinct crack that can only be my phone.

I attempt to drag myself out of their hold but their hands on me tighten. Any tighter and they'll break my arms, a warning. “I didn't kill him. I didn't kill anybody. f*****g let me go.”

They don't listen. I trip in my heels as I’m pulled forward and they don't even wait for me to stand before continuing to drag me outside.

I hiss. My skirt doesn't cover my knees, and in a moment they're bleeding because I'm still being dragged even as I try to right myself.

I'm trying my best to keep the tears at bay but I'm losing it. Nate rejected me, and I'm being dragged like a common thief in a market because my step-sister accused me of killing our father.

I hide my face behind my hair and cry softly as they continue to pull me along. There's no saving my knees now. There's no saving me.

Jenny is never going to let me see the light of day. She's going to kill me so she can get all of Dad's property.

“Get your filthy hands off my mate if you still want to be able to use them!”

A man steps out of one of the SUVs Nate owns.

The man who steps out is tall, very tall, taller than Nate's height of 6 '1. He has long black hair pulled into a bun, a shaggy beard, and deep blue eyes with bow-shaped lips pulled into a frown.

He has all the subtlety of a swinging battle axe and seems to be as dangerous as one. As he stands to his full height, the air becomes charged with the promise of something brutal to come.

I know who he is. Everyone knows who he is. There isn't a person here who wouldn't recognize the Lycan king, the most dangerous Lycan there is. Chuck Cooper.

And he does not look happy.

Everything quiets down as people bow. I don't even think they're breathing. I'm not. He's looking at me.

His voice rings out, deep and hitting with the force of a whip, “You have disrespected my mate. You will kneel and ask for her forgiveness, or I will hand her your warm heart.”