THE DAY I BECAME HIS ENEMY.
1052 Words
“You don’t get to tell me what to do,” Lykan snarled. His voice was sharp enough to cut the air. “If you wanna f**k with me so bad, let’s do it now. Don’t test the water. Don’t touch the fire, it’ll burn you to the core, Aiden. Put her in this room and all hell will break loose. By the time I kick her ass and have her dealt with, let’s see what happens next.”
“Lykan.”
“What? Don’t say my name like that. Do whatever the f**k you want, Aiden, since you wanna play goody two shoes by siding with a family you know nothing about. Show me what your ass got.”
I could sense Aiden’s energy shift. His pheromones spiked, anger rolling off him. Lykan’s eyes were cold, dark energy surrounding him like smoke. I stiffened. Whatever history existed in this family before I arrived, it wasn’t good.
“You’ve been acting like a jerk all day,” Aiden said firmly. “For once, wet-ass, get a grip.”
Lykan’s eyes flared. “Get a grip? You foul-licking asshole. You keep sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong, and it’s pissing me off. Wanna fight, bring it on, Den-Den.”
He hurled the plate in his hand against the floor. It shattered into pieces, shards scattering. I gasped and quickly covered my face so they wouldn’t hit me.
Den-Den?
“Drop the nickname. Stop calling me that,” Aiden warned.
“Answer me, then!” Lykan spread his arms wide, daring him. “Do you wanna fight or not?”
Before either could move, another voice broke in.
“Can you two break it off? This is so f*****g annoying.”
I turned. A boy leaned casually over the silver pavement of the upper stairs, framed by the elegant black marble banister. Zane. His smile was lazy, but his tone carried authority.
“You’re older than all of us, Lykan,” Zane went on, eyes narrowing slightly. “You can’t be fighting over a f*****g room. Chill. Aiden, why don’t you put her in the room close to mine and move Tyson to this one? That would be fair.”
Unlike Lykan’s sharp edges and Aiden’s calm fire, Zane had a cool, collected air. His ruby-red, shoulder-length hair shimmered in the light, partly covering his face. His smile revealed flawless white teeth, his features so striking they looked sculpted, dreamy, dark green eyes, sharp nose, pale lips, smooth pale skin. Built like a celebrity, muscles under his black shirt, silver sweatpants hanging loose around his frame. His black-and-red tattoos covered most of his body except his neck and face. The faint trace of his cologne drifted even from the top of the stairs.
Was he a baddie nerd? Or a cool type of playboy? I wasn’t sure. Mom had told me stories about each of them, but seeing him in the flesh was different. He was barefoot too, actually, so were all three of them. Why?
Aiden, standing between me and Lykan, was different. His bleached red hair gave him away.
The chemical smell lingered faintly. He seemed calm, but I could still read the heat of his temper as Lykan pushed him. Aiden wore blue jeans and a crisp white long-sleeve shirt, his hair tied neatly in a ponytail. His black eyes were piercing, his features sharp like Zane’s, though softer. His frame was leaner, unmarked by tattoos except for the small piercings in his ears.
I could never imagine in my entire life that holding Aiden’s warm hands was going to make me like him.
“I don’t wanna move to another room. I love my space,” Tyson shouted suddenly, poking his head out of a nearby door. He slammed it shut just as quickly.
Zane rolled his eyes. “What about Jaxon, then?”
“No way am I letting a girl stay in my room. That’s absurd.”
Jaxon appeared, adjusting his glasses as he brushed past us toward his room. His voice was sharp and dismissive.
“Hey, it’s not a big deal,” Zane pressed.
“I don’t want a girl close to my room,” Jaxon snapped. “Put her downstairs in the quarters.”
“That’s not fair,” Zane argued. “Besides, what’s with you and girls? You act as if they’re sick. You’re gonna f**k them someday.”
“I don’t care. She’s an Omega,” Jaxon muttered.
“She’s ten years old,” Zane shot back. “And you’re what, seventeen? Don’t be an ass.”
Seventeen? My eyes widened. He looked so much younger, like fourteen, maybe fifteen at most.
“I don’t care. Ask Axel.” Jaxon clutched the book in his hands tighter and disappeared into his room, slamming the door shut.
“Jaxon,” Zane called after him. But Jaxon ignored him.
Zane sighed. “There’s only one knucklehead left. Axel!”
Axel emerged, casual as ever, wearing pajamas, munching fried chicken, and clutching a remote.
“Will you exchange your room with Wendy?” Zane asked.
Axel shrugged. “What difference does it make? I’m near their rooms too.”
“Well, you’re not them,” Zane said. “And we can’t put her upstairs. It’d be lonely. No one’s up there but father and her mom.” Zane added with a grimace. ‘You know. Lover’s stuff,’
Lover’s stuff? What did that mean?
Axel chewed thoughtfully. “But Jaxon doesn’t want her near his room. If I swap, it’s still a problem.”
“Ignore f*****g Jaxon,” Zane shot back. “You and Wendy switch. Done.”
Axel shrugged again. “Alright, fine. But I can’t move everything now, just a few things. I’ll finish tomorrow. She can sleep in my room tonight.”
“Thanks, Axel. You’re a genius.” Zane grinned, resting his chin on his fist, leaning against the railing. “See that? Case closed. So easy, wasn’t it?”
Lykan scoffed loudly, his glare sweeping past me like venom. He stalked off down the hall.
That was the day I knew. Lykan had made me his enemy. From then on, he never missed a chance to taunt me. And I still didn’t know what I had done to deserve it.
- Writer
