Chapter 3
1311 Words
Bryce’s POV
“Why would you just let our mate go like that?” Cody asked angrily.
“Don’t you want her to like us? Keeping her captive is not the way to go about it. Besides, I know where she lives,” I pointed out to him.
Cody huffed in obvious disagreement.
“We should kill the boyfriend,” Jake mused as he paced my bedroom floor.
“I doubt that will win us any points,” I told him.
He threw his hands up in the air, “what are we supposed to do then?”
“I don’t know, get to know her? Court her? Women love that kind of thing. We have an eternity to live, we have the time,” I said to my brothers.
They grumbled their agreements and thus it was settled; we would just have to make her want to spend time with us. What better way to do that than to insert ourselves into her life?
“I really hate when you have to be logical,” Cody grumbled.
I patted his back, “one of us has to be, otherwise you two heathens would run around rampant.”
“I have to get rid of the harem,” Jake said whistling as he walked away from us.
I rolled my eyes, I told Cody a harem was overkill, but he really was a manwhore. Despite what I would’ve thought, he seemed to take the news of losing the harem quite well.
“When do you think she’ll move in? I want to get her bedroom ready,” he asked me while bouncing on his heels.
“Calm down, humans take things slower than we do. It could be months before we reach that point,” I told him.
He scratched his chin, “months? Fuck.”
I went to my mini fridge and pulled out a bottle of blood wine. I preferred to drink this versus from an unwilling participant. As a mixture of blood and alcohol, it had a nice buzz to it. I poured the red liquid into a wine glass and took a small sip.
“You’re so pretentious,” Cody complained.
“And you’re a slut,” I pointed my glass at him with a laugh.
“You’re so mean to me brother. You take your job as eldest to heart. It’s my job as the youngest to liven you up,” he told me with a grin.
I swear my eyes will get stuck in the back of my head with how much I roll them around him.
“Should we go over to her house now?” He asked me impatiently.
“She just left, I’ll go over tomorrow and talk to her,” I told him.
Cody pouted, “why do you get to go? You’ve already spent more time with her than I have.”
“Because you’ll just f**k things up for all of us,” I pointed at him accusingly.
“Harem is gone!” Jake came back into the room and announced happily. He hated those women almost as much as I did. Damn fang bangers.
Cody and Jake then left my room, leaving me alone with my thoughts for the rest of the night until the sun finally came up and it was time to go visit my mate. I showered and dressed in my tightest black shirt that showed off my muscles and a fitted pair of designer blue jeans. I ran my fingers through my hair with some lightweight mousse, and I was ready to go with that fresh, out of bed look. I smiled at myself in the mirror and turned to leave the mansion.
“Where are you going?” Jake asked when I passed him in the grand hall.
“Going to go see my mate, obviously,” I told him with an undignified snort.
“Bring her back later!” He called out after me as I left the room and went to the kitchen. I passed the glistening, marble counter, running my finger over it to inspect for dust, then traipsed past to go to the attached garage.
I selected my newest Maserati and slid into the buttery leather. I clicked to open the garage door and sped out with the squeal of my tires reverberating in the air.
“Time to catch a mate, catch a mate,” I sang to myself happily as I drove through the winding streets.
Whistling a nonsensical tune as I pulled into her driveway, I exited the car and set the alarm before going to the door and knocking on it.
“Yeah, dad. I got it,” I heard Marley’s musical, soft voice from inside.
She opened the door, and I was once again knocked breathless from how beautiful she was. Long brown hair, chocolatey eyes, pouty lips, high cheekbones, curves for days, I could write sonnets on her beauty.
“Oh, it’s you,” she bit her thumbnail when she saw me standing on her doorstep. She went to close the door in my face, but I stuck a foot in the doorway, holding it open.
Marley sighed softly, “what do you want, Bryce?”
“Just to spend time with you, is that so hard to believe?” I asked her.
Marley looked behind her before stepping outside and gently closing the door, “we just met, I don’t understand what you want from me.”
“I want you,” I answered honestly.
She gave a deprecating smile, “like I’d believe that.”
I lightly touched her cheek and smiled down at her, “what’s not to like about you?”
Marley laughed lightly, “you don’t even know me.”
“But I’d really like to,” I insisted.
I heard the roar of a motorcycle revving behind me and Marley’s face paled, “you have to leave, now!” She shoved me away from her and ran her fingers down her pink blouse, clearing it of any wrinkles.
“Jeremy!” She wore a bright smile as she ran past me and to the man getting off the motorcycle.
He lit up at the sight of her and pulled her into his body, giving her a passionate kiss. My fists clenched at the sight of another man touching my mate and I was ready to rip his head off. Jake was right, we should kill him.
“Who’s this clown?” He growled as he looked me up and down.
“Oh! He’s just a solicitor!” Marley laughed nervously.
He gave her an incredulous look and reached a hand down to squeeze her ass in obvious ownership, “send him away already. He gives me the creeps.”
“Of course, uh sir, you can go now,” Marley waved at me to leave.
I slowly descended the steps of her home and unlocked my car before getting in the driver’s seat.
Though I was inside, I could still hear them clearly.
“I come to apologize for last night and I find you at home with some rando? I never pegged you for a slut, Mar,” he scolded her and gripped her arm harshly. I had to physically restrain myself from getting out and pulling her away from him.
“Stop it Jer! I didn’t do anything!” She cried out as he flexed his biceps and gripped her arm tightly.
“Get inside, I’m going to f**k that p***y and check that my cunt isn’t loose from whoring yourself,” he released her with a smirk, and she rubbed her arm in obvious pain.
I watched the black haired, grey eyed man follow her inside the house and before they closed the door, he flipped me off.
Yup, he definitely needs to die.
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