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Atlas Wolfe
I hate her.
Why? She’s rude. She’s imposing. And she thinks she can outstare, outsmart, outwit, out-everything me.
Me? Who is she trying to fool? I’m Atlas f*****g Wolfe. I’m a goddamn Lycan who can rip her body into pieces without so much as moving an inch.
I hate her.
Why? Because she makes me feel things I don’t understand and if I tell myself that I don’t like her, I can keep convincing myself I don’t feel the opposite of hate.
But I can’t stop thinking about her.
About Suri Nightingale.
Try as I might, I can’t stop looking for her wherever I go, and I can’t stop pausing whatever I’m doing when I hear her name come out of somebody else’s mouth.
Somehow, I just have to know more about her.
Somehow, I just have to have her.
On my bed. Without a single clothing on. And ready for me to devour every inch of her body.
But there’s one little problem. Or two huge ones, that is.
One, Wesley Wolfe.
Two, Devon Wolfe.
My other brothers who are also Lycans, and guess what?
We’re all her mates.
The Moon Goddess is playing games on us, but the thing about me that everyone knows is that…
I never lose.
Wesley Wolfe
Most men have a hard time getting a girl. They do everything just to try and get their attention. Some even go as far as reading a book to understand how their mind works, or pretend to be someone else online just to get close to them.
I am not like most men.
I am Wesley Wolfe, but everyone calls me Wes.
Or actually, I let them call me anything they want. As long as I’m on top of them (or under if they’re the take-charge kind of girl) and I get to experience and enjoy every part of their bodies.
I’ve met–and had fun–with a lot of girls and I just can’t get enough.
Right now though, my eyes are set on one girl and one girl only – Suri Nightingale.
She may be different from the rich and naive girls that I’m used to, but she’s still a girl. She still has 46 XX chromosomes (yes I sometimes listen in science class) and her entire biology is that of a female.
One way or another, I’m going to crack her.
And by then, I’ll be having her screaming my name all night long.
I just need to figure out how to do that before any of my brothers do, because what I have my eyes set on, I always get.
And Suri…
There is no damn way I’m taking my eyes off of her.
Devon Wolfe
While most of my brothers focus on fighting and f u c k i n g, I have chosen a much safer and much calmer life.
I study, I practice, and I talk nicely to people instead of beating them up when they breathe in my direction.
I have nothing against my brothers and the way they have decided to live. They do their own thing, and I do mine.
That was until she came into our lives and suddenly, we all wanted one thing.
No, we all needed one person.
Her.
They say that nice guys always finish last, but I’ll show them.
This time, I’ll make sure to have Suri all to myself.
But then again, if that doesn’t work…
If the nice guy really can’t have the girl…
I am more than willing to become bad for her.
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