One Luna, Two Alphas And A Curse

4: hello brother!

Nia’s brows knitted together, her confusion mounting as Kael moved gracefully to the table. His presence was both unnerving and commanding, and no matter how much she wanted to tear her gaze away, she couldn’t, and neither could anyone else in the room.

“Get up and greet them.” Her father nudged her in the ribs, whispering sharply, his tone laced with irritation.

With an exasperated sigh, she rose, turning to Mrs. Connon. Her lips curled into a polite smile as she extended her hand. “Good evening, Mrs. Connon. Lovely to meet you.”

Then her eyes shifted to Kael. Her expression hardened, the faintest hint of annoyance tugging at the corners of her lips. Instead of greeting Kael, she nodded curtly. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she sat back down.

Kael’s jaw tightened, but he said nothing. His gaze lingered on her for a moment longer, the corner of his mouth twitching in what might’ve been a smirk—or a warning.

Nia sat down quickly, grabbing her wine glass as if to reclaim control of the situation.

“Do you usually have your assistant with you at the table?” she asked, her tone casual, but her words sharp enough to draw Kael’s blood. Her eyes locked on Kael, and then she mouthed, “Is she one of your clients? Your milf, huh?”

Kael’s lips parted, his response already forming, but his mom let out a warm laugh. “Oh, don’t be silly, dear.” She smiled lightly, “Kael isn’t my assistant. He’s my son.”

Nia’s wine glass froze halfway to her lips. Her father’s voice became a distant hum as the revelation hit her like a tidal wave.

Kael. Her son.

The wine tipped against her lips, and before she could stop it, a cascade of red liquid spurted out of her mouth. It splattered across Kael’s pristine white shirt in a vibrant, humiliating splash.

“Nia Funon!” her father bellowed, the sound reverberating through the room like a whip. “Show some respect!” He turned quickly to Mrs. Connon, bowing his head apologetically as his cheeks flushed in embarrassment. “I’m so sorry. She can be… clumsy sometimes.”

Kael’s brow shot upwards, his smirk returning in full force as he leaned back in his chair. “Funon?” he repeated, a glint of amusement flashing in his eyes. “Interesting.” He leaned closer, his mind working quickly. So, she’s not just some random nobody. Her family’s got some weight too.

Nia however doesn’t reply, instead she stared at him blankly. Kael smirks in return, his expression unreadable as he grabbed a napkin and began dabbing at his shirt. The fabric clung to his chest, revealing the hard lines of muscle beneath.

Nia’s eyes betrayed her, flickering down from his eyes to the chiseled pecs now visible under the wet fabric. A faint warmth crept up her neck, trailing down her spine, igniting an unwelcome spark of awareness. She swallowed hard, forcing her gaze back to her wine glass as though it might shield her from the heat in front of her.

Mr. Funon cleared his throat, dragging the conversation back to business with yet another apology. “Once again, I apologize for the incident. Now, about the matter at hand—” He slid a folder across the table. “The investment we’re proposing will yield a 200% return on investment within nine months.”

Mrs. Connon arched a brow, clearly unimpressed. “Oh really? Are you certain about those numbers?” she asked coolly, taking the document he slid across the table.

Before Mr. Funon could respond, a new voice cut through the air, smooth and dripping with confidence.

“Well, well, well. I can’t believe you’re having a party without me.”

The room went still, all heads turning toward the source. Nia’s breath hitched as she saw him—a man who looked exactly like Kael, but there was something undeniably darker about him. Tattoos snaked up his neck, peeking out from the collar of his fitted black shirt. His hair was slightly disheveled, and his sharp jawline bore a faint shadow of stubble.

Everything about him screamed danger. From the confident sway of his hips to the lazy grin that didn’t quite reach his smoldering eyes, he exuded a raw, untamed masculinity that made Nia’s throat go dry. She swallowed hard, trying to steady her breathing, but the lump in her throat refused to budge.

“What the—” Kael’s wine glass slipped from his hand, shattering on the floor.

The man’s lips curved into a knowing grin. “Ahh, just as I expected,” he sang, his voice carrying a mocking lilt. “I’d hoped for a little more excitement, though. This is… underwhelming. But u suppose I’ll take what I can get.”

As he moved closer to the table, his predatory gaze locked onto Nia, sending a shiver down her spine. Her chest tightened. She felt exposed under the weight of his stare, his dark eyes glinting with something brutal and wicked.

“What’s going on here?” Mr. Funon asked, his voice uneasy.

Kael shot to his feet, his chair scraping against the floor. “Yes, Mom,” he spat, his tone sharp as he turned to Mrs. Connon. “Care to explain what the hell is happening?”

But before his mom could speak, the man moved with fast, like a predator closing in on its prey, his attention solely on Nia. His eyes darkened with an intense, almost feral hunger as he closed the distance between them.

In seconds, he was in front of Nia, his towering presence swallowing the space between them.

What the—” Nia barely had time to react, his nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply, his body trembling slightly as his eyes narrowed with unfiltered desire.

“Mate,” he growled, his voice a low rumble that sent a chill coursing through her.

Before she could react, his hands gripped her arms, pulling her from her chair and pressing her onto the table. The force of the movement left her breathless as his face buried into the crook of her neck. His hands roamed boldly to her thighs, his fingers pressing against her skin as he sniffed her like a wolf claiming its territory.

Nia thrashed against him, her pulse pounding like a war drum. “Get off me!” she cried, her voice breaking as she kicked against his legs but he was too strong.

“Dad!” she cried, her voice desperate, but Mr. Funon simply stood, brushing off his suit as though nothing had happened.

“Nia,” he called coldly as he rose from his chair, “remember to secure the deal,” he said, adjusting his suit as if nothing had happened. Then he walked out, leaving her trapped in chaos without so much as a glance back.

Kael’s fury erupted like a volcano. In a flash, he was on his feet, his body colliding with the man as he threw him off Nia. “Don’t you f*****g touch her!” Kael roared, his fist connecting with the man’s jaw in a deafening crack.

The man stumbled slightly, wiping a trickle of blood from the corner of his lip with a smirk. A slow, menacing smile spread across his face. “Oh, why twinnie? You think she’s yours alone?” He teased, his voice laced with mockery.

Kael’s eyes darkened, and he charged again, his fists hitting the man’s stomach. He staggered back a bit but soon recovered and threw a punch at Kael, landing a blow on his jaw. Kael stumbled back, his pinky finger grazing the corner of his lips as he checked for blood. The other man growled as he prepared to attack Kael again.

The table shook under the pressure of Nia’s trembling hands as she scrambled backward, gripping the edges as if her life depended on it. Her heart raced, her mind a blur of panic and confusion.

“Davon!” Mrs. Connon’s voice rang out, sharp and commanding. “That’s enough! Both of you, to the restroom. Now!”

But neither of them moved, their chests heaving as they stared each other down, their breaths coming in ragged pants. The tension in the room was suffocating, the air buzzing with unspoken threats.

“Now!” She shouted once more, “I will not repeat myself!”