Rewriting Her Destiny With The Lycan Kings

Zara stepped out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped tightly around her, and her hair damp from the shower. She made a soft hissing sound as she moved, her legs aching from the grueling training Lilly had forced upon her earlier. Forget the duel tomorrow; she couldn't even walk properly without feeling every muscle protesting.

As she turned to head toward her bed, she froze mid-step, her breath catching in her throat.

"What the—" she muttered, clutching her towel tightly.

Sitting in her room, like two statues of brooding judgment, were none other than the Lycan Kings. Their expressions were dark and serious, their piercing eyes fixed on her with an intensity that made her feel like a guilty child caught sneaking candy.

"Would it kill you to knock?" Zara finally said, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she tried to cover up her embarrassment. "Or is bursting into my room uninvited part of the royal code?"

Neither Denzel nor Devonte seemed amused. They remained seated, Even though they were quite tired, their powerful frames radiating authority as they stared at her down.

"We're not here for games, Zara," Devonte said, his deep voice cutting through her sarcasm like a blade. "What the hell were you thinking, agreeing to a duel with Jennifer?"

Zara blinked, then frowned. "Excuse me?"

Denzel's golden eyes narrowed further as he leaned forward. "What made you think you could challenge someone like Jennifer? She's the strongest she-wolf in the kingdom." His tone was sharp, laced with sarcasm and anger.

Zara's frown deepened, and a spark of defiance ignited in her chest. "And why exactly do you think I can't beat her?"

Devonte snorted, shaking his head. "Because it's obvious, Zara. You're human. You're not a wolf. Jennifer has spent years honing her skills. You'd need a decade to even stand a chance against her in a fight."

Zara felt her temper flare at his words. Without thinking, she grabbed a pillow from her bed and hurled it at him with all the strength she could muster.

Both brothers were caught off guard, Devonte narrowly dodging the pillow as it flew past his head.

"What the—" Denzel began, but Zara wasn't done.

"How dare you!" she shouted, her voice shaking with fury. "How dare you underestimate me like that? You're supposed to be my mates, my so-called destined partners, and this is the encouragement I get?"

Devonte and Denzel exchanged a look, both stunned into silence by her outburst.

"You're the most discouraging, patronizing, and infuriating mates anyone could ever ask for!" Zara continued, grabbing another pillow and launching it at them. This time, it hit Denzel square in the chest.

"Zara—" Denzel started, but she cut him off.

"No!" she yelled, grabbing yet another pillow. "I don't want to hear it. You think I'm weak? You think I need a decade to stand a chance? Watch me prove you both wrong!"

She hurled the final pillow at Devonte, who caught it mid-air, his expression unreadable. Both brothers stared at her, their usually unshakable composure rattled by her fiery attitude.

For a moment, the room was silent except for Zara's heavy breathing. Her eyes blazed with anger and determination, her entire body radiating defiance.

Denzel finally sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Zara, we're just trying to protect you. This isn't a game. Jennifer is dangerous."

"I don't need your protection," Zara snapped, her voice firm. "I need your faith in me."

Devonte's jaw tightened, but he remained silent. For the first time, the brothers seemed at a loss for words.

Zara turned her back to them, her head held high. "Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to get some rest. I have a duel to prepare for."

The Lycan Kings exchanged one last look before silently rising to leave. As they reached the door, Devonte paused and glanced back at her.

"Don't die tomorrow," he said quietly, his voice softer than she'd ever heard it.

Zara didn't respond, her gaze fixed stubbornly ahead.

The door clicked shut, and she finally let out a shaky breath, her anger slowly ebbing away. But one thought lingered in her mind, fueling her determination.

I'll prove them wrong. I'll prove everyone wrong.

•••

The hallway was quiet, the only sound being the faint echo of their boots on the stone floor. Denzel and Devonte walked side by side, their faces grim, their thoughts heavy. Neither of them spoke as they left Zara's room, but the tension between them was palpable.

As they neared their own chambers, both brothers came to a halt in perfect sync, as if they shared an unspoken agreement. They stood there for a moment, staring ahead before turning to face each other.

Denzel exhaled deeply, running a hand through his dark hair. His golden eyes were shadowed with worry. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" His voice was low, but there was a weight to it, a heaviness that matched the ache in his chest.

Devonte leaned against the cold stone wall, his usually sharp features softened by concern. "Sadly, yes," he admitted, his tone mirroring the same burden. "And as much as I hate to admit it, I think it's the only option we have."

Denzel clenched his jaw, his gaze flickering with an inner turmoil. "It's the only way to protect her," he said firmly. "Jennifer won't hold back tomorrow. She'll rip Zara apart, and we can't let that happen."

Devonte's fists tightened at his sides. "She doesn't realize what she's up against," he said, his voice a mix of frustration and desperation. "She's strong, yes, but Jennifer's strength isn't just physical. it's ruthless."

Denzel nodded, his expression hardening. "Which is why we can't just stand by and watch. We have to act."

For a moment, neither of them spoke. The silence was heavy, filled with the unspoken fear that neither of them wanted to voice: the fear of losing her.

"She's more than just our mate," Devonte finally said, his voice rough with emotion. "She's… everything."

Denzel's eyes softened, and for a fleeting moment, his usual stoic demeanor cracked. "I know," he said quietly. "That's why we have to do this. Even if she doesn't understand, even if she fights us for it. we have to protect her."

Devonte straightened, his expression now resolute. "Then it's settled. We do whatever it takes to keep her alive, no matter the cost."

Denzel gave a firm nod, his determination etched into every line of his face. "Let's prepare. There's no time to waste."

Without another word, the brothers turned and strode down the hallway, their steps now filled with purpose. Though their hearts were heavy, their resolve was unwavering. Whatever it took. whatever sacrifices they had to make. They would ensure Zara survived tomorrow. She was their mate, their everything, and they would protect her with every fiber of their being.

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