Mated to Twin Brothers

Mirror his Seductions

Peniel

In the world of werewolves, the elites are not to be trusted. They are the rulers of the pack, the alphas and betas born into privilege and power, but they carry with them a darkness that runs deep. Raised in the shadow of ancient traditions and bound by the ruthless expectations of their ancestors, they have long since forgotten what it means to feel love or tenderness.

Beware of falling for one of them, for to love an elite is to surrender yourself to their emptiness. You become the balm for the wounds left by parents who saw them not as children, but as tools of power. Their hearts, long hardened by ambition and bloodlust, see your vulnerability not as something to protect, but as something to exploit.

They are driven by desires that go beyond the ordinary—hungry for wealth, for domination, for the thrill of the hunt. In the werewolf world, they are the predators at the top of the food chain, always seeking the next conquest, the next kill. To them, love is just another game, another way to assert control.

And once you are in their grasp, you will find that you have become a slave not to the person you thought you loved, but to the hollow ache they carry inside, the void that no amount of power or blood can ever truly fill.

Well, I can't believe l've just given myself into the hands of the two brothers. It wasn't the worst, and I didn't even feel much. All I felt was my body's reaction while they were touching me. No one has slept with me yet, so l suppose I can still move around the pack.

I was minding my own business, trying to keep a low profile as I wandered through the packhouse. The last thing I needed was more attention, more eyes on me, especially that the princes told me that I am not really allowed to move like a freak in this pack, but of course, I won't listen to that. I'd need to get some information about this pack.

But of course, fate had other plans.

I rounded a corner, lost in thought, when I slammed straight into someone solid. The impact sent a shock through me, and I stumbled back, my heart skipping a beat as I looked up. My breath caught in my throat when I realized who I had just collided with.

Lucian.

Those intense, dark eyes locked onto mine, and for a moment, I felt like a deer caught in headlights. I always felt that electric tension between us. My wolf's heightening sense and I'd just decided to ignore that fact.

"Careful there, little thief," Lucian's voice was smooth. A small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he looked me over. "You might hurt yourself if you keep walking around with your head in the clouds." He whispered like he knows nothing about me.

I swallowed hard, trying to find my voice. "I... I'm sorry, Your Highness. I didn't see you."

He chuckled, a deep, rich sound that made my stomach twist in ways I didn't want to acknowledge. "No need to apologize. Though I have to admit, I don't mind a pretty little thing like you bumping into me." He stepped in closer into me that made my eyes narrowed. Anytime, any rankings in the pack will walk in this halls.

"Just be more careful next time," he continued, his tone softer now, almost teasing. "Wouldn't want you getting hurt . . . unless it's in the right way."

"Understood," I managed to say, my voice barely a whisper.

"Good girl," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

He’s still in front of me, and a warrior just walked past us and gave him a bow, which made me uncomfortable. They haven’t seen my face yet, and I’m unsure how they would react. They might see me as a threat, but somehow, I feel like I have the power to dispel those feelings from the wolves.

"Good act, little thief."

"No."

He suddenly seized my chin, his touch firm and commanding. "Would you like me to make love to you right here in these very hallways?"

I rolled my eyes and gently but firmly took his hand, lowering it with a feigned smile. "I’m quite adept at facing such situations, Your Highness. You underestimate what I am capable of."

His eyes narrowed with a hint of amusement. "I would prefer if you didn’t slaughter any of my warriors."

I tilted my head, a mocking smile playing at my lips. "This pack is full of powerful warriors. I imagine it would be rather humiliating for a seasoned elder to be killed by a young woman, wouldn’t it?"

His expression was inscrutable, a mask of cold amusement. I aimed to provoke him further, my smile a mere echo of his own taunting grin.

He tilted his head slightly, his voice icy. "What would you have me do with that?"

I laughed softly, shrugging as if the matter were inconsequential. "Perhaps you should inflict a punishment that is as physical as it is intolerable. A punishment so severe it would break any wolf—something to elevate your own power."

I murmured the last words under my breath, hoping to sting him. But instead of anger, a predatory smirk curved his lips. He reached out, his fingers lightly brushing a stray strand of my hair.

Lucian's gaze bore into mine as he tilted his head ever so slightly, considering my words. There was a flicker of something in his eyes—curiosity, perhaps? Amusement? It was hard to tell, but whatever it was, it fueled the fire inside me.

"You talk a big game, little thief," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper as his fingers lingered near my hair. "But do you really think you can handle the consequences?"

His words were a challenge, one I wasn't willing to back down from. I stepped closer, closing the distance between us, until I could feel the heat radiating from his body. My heart pounded in my chest, but I refused to let it show. Instead, I looked up at him through my lashes, a small, teasing smile playing on my lips.

"Maybe the question is," I replied, my voice low and seductive, "can you handle me? Or at least handle my suffering after you marked me?"

For a brief moment, something flickered in his eyes—something darker, more primal. His hand, still hovering near my face, suddenly moved, cupping the back of my neck with a possessive grip. The pressure was just enough to make my breath hitch, but I held my ground, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing me flinch.

"You're a bold one, aren't you?" Lucian's voice was almost a growl, low and dangerous. "But boldness can get you into trouble."

I tilted my head slightly, my smile widening. "Maybe I like trouble."

His grip tightened ever so slightly, his thumb brushing over my pulse point, and I couldn't help the shiver that ran down my spine. "Careful what you wish for," he warned, his breath warm against my skin.

I met his gaze head-on, letting my confidence surge. "Why be careful when it's more fun to play with fire?" I leaned in closer, my lips just a breath away from his ear, and whispered, "Unless, of course, you're afraid of getting burned."

Lucian chuckled. "You think you can burn me, little thief?" His hand moved from my neck, trailing down my arm in a way that made my skin tingle. "I'm not so easily scorched. And even if I own you right now, I know in your eyes that you have something to do."

Deep inside, I feel moved.

I pulled back slightly, meeting his eyes again. "Maybe not. But I'm willing to bet I could leave a mark."

For a long moment, we just stood there, locked in a silent battle of wills. Lucian's eyes searched mine, as if trying to figure out just how far I was willing to push him.

Finally, he released a slow breath, his hand slipping from my arm, but not before he let his fingers linger on my skin just a moment too long. "You're playing with fire, Peniel," he said, his voice low and warning.

"And you're tempting me to," I shot back.

His smirk returned, a slow, calculated curl of his lips. "Careful. You might find yourself wanting more than you bargained for."

I shrugged, my smile never faltering. "Then I guess we'll both find out, won't we?"

Lucian didn't respond, but the look in his eyes said more than words ever could. He was intrigued, maybe even a little impressed, but also still in control—always in control. It was a game, one we were both playing, and I knew that as much as I was trying to push him, he was testing me just as much.

As I watched Lucian turn and walk away, a thought lingered in my mind—he's the one who truly sees me. Cassian understands my capabilities and how I could help him rise to the top of this pack, but Lucian is different. He's sharp, always observing, always a step ahead. He remarked once that he could see in my eyes that I was planning something. That's why I've been trying to provoke him, trying to get him to punish me in a way that would shatter the bond between us. I've been using seduction, mirroring his every move, but he's not that easy to manipulate.

However, he's not that easy.

"Meet me at my private quarter," Cassian mind-linked me.