Rewriting Her Destiny With The Lycan Kings

Both Denzel and Devonte looked at her with an intense gaze. Their strong hands were fighting against them to let it play freely over her fragile skin. Even though she doesn't have a wolf, their inner beasts were reacting actively to her closeness, it's like they had accepted her no matter who she was. and that's something they were surprised by themselves.

When the pull was too intense, having her in arms, so close, yet still resisting. Making them go more uncontrollable. when it's a war between desire and resisting, the desire slowly gets heavier.

Unable to resist the urge. Denzel's fingers slowly rubbed her moist lips. He took a deep breath feeling how soft her lips were.

"So soft. fragile as petel!" He murmured while letting his thumb stroke her lips gently.

Zara holds her breath feeling his intense finger on herself. She didn't expect to get this reaction from him, at least not in this situation. His desireful states make her slowly forget the horrible dream she just saw.

Devonte the one who was going through a great challenge to keep himself at stake. But the moment he saw his brother's finger admiring her lips. He entirely lost his grip. His own fingers begin to play on her thighs which were barely covered with the satin dress, the fabric seems to feel like her second skin. She shrank, feeling how her fingers were raising the goosebumps all over her body.

"So Perfect. Fully ready to ruin by us."

As Devonte's low grumble reached both of their ears. Denzel growled out of hardness, Zara hitched with the sudden rush of shyness.

Followed by his words, Devonte's fingers reached to her upper valley and Denzel's fingers reached to the Bottom valley. They seem to be so engrossed in admiring her skin that they forget what they agreed on earlier.

"Relax yourself, princess! Don't worry about your body hereafter. This is ours now. We know how to take care of it."

Devonte rumbled over her ears, almost whispering. She bit her lips to suppress the moan which tried to escape from her mouth, feeling his breath touching her sensitive place.

Denzel hummed to His words and slowly began to work on her gown buttons. his hands were never leaving her.

"Only we know how to take care of it. This is our own personal possession. Let us cherish it as it deserves."

As soon Denzel uttered it, Zara couldn't control it. Herself anymore. She let out a slow whimper feeling his hands cupped one of the melons. His touch on her almost bare skin was so intoxicating.

That one whimper enough to get them to the edge. Both brothers growled out of ultimate Hunger. They couldn't seem to be demure anymore. without thinking for a minute. Both brothers began to discard themselves from their attire and got bare in front of her. And Devonte who was the impatient one, can't wait until getting himself bare, launched his hungry mouth into hers. He begins to kiss her hungrily pouring every inch of urges and craves he has been through this entire night. If he shows her the years of yearning she won't be able to handle. But she was capable of feeling the hunger they put them through the whole night.

Denzel felt all hardened seeing how hungrily his own resembled sibling eating her out. His hands hungrily went between her legs and tried to pass the satin wall between the possessions he tried to claim.

"Shit! She is so wet!".

Denzel grumbled as soon his fingers felt the mist from the nectar. His statement made Devonte go more passionate, he began to kiss her more passionately.

"Are you wet, princess? Are you wet for your kings?"

Devonte asked her, almost growling in-between the kiss. They only heard the moan from her as a reply. She wasn't in the right mind to reply to any of their questions. She was totally at the blank screen. Her mind still hasn't processed the fact, right now she was being unconditionally admired by the Lycan kings.

Denzel, the patient one, can't seem to be in grip anymore after feeling her wetness. The urge to feel it with his mouth was so heavy. Without thinking twice. He went down. He gulped his saliva seeing how messy she looked down there with the satin barrier. The urge to tear it off with his teeth was so intense. With the undeniable hunger.

He leaned forward to touch her lower lips with his mouth… but suddenly the three jolted, hearing the loudest scream they ever heard, got back to their senses.

They froze. The scream slashes through the heated moment like a sharp blade.

The piercing scream jolted the entire Dark Moon pack into action. People spilled from their homes, alert and anxious, eyes darting toward the source of the horror. The gates were quickly secured, and guards rushed to the scene with a palpable tension in the air.

"What in the Hell."

Xavier growled, his expression a mix of anger and disbelief as he reached the gruesome sight. His face drained of color, unable to fully process the horror before him.

Hanging against the great wall was the body of a soldier—left in a grisly display, impaled by a sword with a crimson handle.

The poor Omega woman who'd first discovered the scene was led away, trembling and shaken, her scream still echoing in the minds of those gathered.

The entire pack stood in stunned silence, all sharing the same unspoken fear. This wasn't a routine attack; no ordinary enemy would dare approach, especially while the Kings were present. This was something far darker, a brazen challenge delivered straight to their doorstep.

"The Kings are coming!"

one of the guards called out, and a hush fell over the crowd. All eyes turned toward Denzel and Devonte as they approached, bare-chested and ready to shift, radiating an intensity that commanded attention.

Both brothers stared at the mutilated body, their expressions inscrutable, betraying none of the emotions raging beneath the surface. Finally, Denzel spoke, his voice a low, dangerous rumble.

"Someone's challenging us."

Devonte's gaze didn't waver from the body "Any theories, Xavier?"

Xavier shifted, his voice steady but cold.

"We have rivals, but none with the audacity to strike now. Not when you two were here… This… this is beyond the usual threats. This enemy is serious, fearless."

Denzel's expression hardened.

"Lock down the borders. No one leaves, no one enters. Search for any unfamiliar scents."

The command was swift and final, and the guards scrambled into action, leaving no corner unchecked. Meanwhile, the body was gently lowered from its gruesome perch, and the fallen soldier's family huddled around him, their grief a stark contrast to the quiet rage simmering in the Kings' eyes.

Xavier watched Denzel and Devonte carefully, noting the tight restraint in their postures. Both brothers were barely containing their fury, their auras exuding a lethal energy. Just as he considered stepping away to give them space, he noticed their expressions soften ever so slightly.

Turning, he followed their gaze and saw his daughter approaching. her face etched with worry as she moved toward her mates.

"What's happening?"

she asked, concern evident in her voice. She could sense the tension between the brothers and the growing unease among the pack.

Before Denzel or Devonte could respond, she caught sight of the scene behind them. Her breath caught, and a chill settled over her as she took in the soldier's lifeless form, the blood-red handle of the sword gleaming ominously.

"Don't worry, princess,"

her father said softly, his voice an attempt at reassurance "We'll handle this."

But Zara wasn't so easily placated. She could see the severity of the situation in their eyes, feel the weight of the threat pressing down on the pack.

"You should go back to sleep, Zara,"

Denzel told her, his tone gentle but firm as he pulled on his shirt, his movements deliberate and calm. Devonte followed him with a picture of silent determination.

"But—"

Devonte placed a hand on her cheek, his gaze warm but serious.

"Trust us. We'll be back before you know it. Just count the stars until then."

He kissed her forehead softly, and Denzel followed suit, their silent vow clear in their touch.

Denzel turned to Xavier, his gaze steely "Her safety is your responsibility, Xavier. Nothing happens to her while we're gone."

Xavier nodded, bowing respectfully. He'd watched over Zara all her life, but he knew the protectiveness the brothers felt for her ran deeper than anything he'd witnesses. it's quite understandable since she was their only mates.

Without another word, Denzel and Devonte strode toward the forest, their steps resolute as their anticipation to know the truth behind this attempt was so deep. They know they will find something when they do the work themselves.