You Are Mine (The Lycans 2)

Kane and Sebastian, brothers themselves, but cousins to us, said nothing, and I set my glass on the mantle before looking over at them. Luna and her mate had left us in the study a couple of hours before, and all the three of us had been doing since then was tossing back the drinks.

But I’d just been stewing in my own anger this entire time.

I could tell Kane and Sebastian were just as irate as me, but they were stoic fuckers, able to keep a cool composure in the face of... anything and everything. It was one of the reasons I assigned them as my righthand men and enforcers. They were also just as brutal as I was when it came to getting the job done.

Because if you let your heart rule over your mind when it came to matters that only had one solution, that’s when shit started getting fucked.

And in my clan, shit didn’t get fucked up. I didn’t allow it. Because I don’t have a heart.

“You two have been quiet since we got here.”

Kane and Sebastian sat on the big leather couch facing the fireplace, each one holding an identical glass of whiskey. They weren’t twins, but damn, they could’ve been. Their resemblance to each other was frighteningly uncanny.

With Kane only a year older than his brother, they’d grown up as if they’d been born at the same time.

Kane brought his glass to his mouth and finished it off before he set it off to the table beside him and glanced at his brother. Sebastian had one arm hanging over the back of the couch, the other resting on the arm, his hand holding his still nearly filled glass.

“Well?” I felt my irritation rise. As it normally did with these two. They were good soldiers, would give their life for me or any of our brethren if the time called for it, but they were hard bastards to read. And that was saying something, since I was really fucking good at reading people.

“You know how we feel,” Kane responded, and I grunted before facing the fireplace again, crossing my arms over my chest and staring at the flames.

We tended to be likeminded, which worked in most cases, but when I need a sounding board, it was hard as hell to get any kind of resolution where these bastards were concerned.

Because they were bloodthirsty assholes… just like I was. Like me, they tended to kill first and ask questions later.

“Are we just supposed to sit here and get drunk and wait for the happy couple to come back?” Kane asked in a monotone voice.

“You mean wait for the fucking animal to deliver her back to the family?” Sebastian bit out, showing a little more emotion.

I looked over at Sebastian and lifted a brow, surprised at how fervent he seemed about this. Out of the two of them, Sebastian was a little less emotional when it came to shit. He tended to just fall in line and leave rationale out of it.

This intrigued me, and I might have thought they were just passionate about getting a blood family member back, but the truth was, they probably just wanted a fight.

I couldn’t blame them.

I addressed Sebastian. “How about you just tell us what’s on your mind then?” I lifted a brow, and he shrugged, bringing his glass to his mouth and taking a small sip. Seemed he was savoring it, which would be the first time he’d enjoyed anything.

“Makes no difference to me whether she wants to be with the wolf or not. He started a war, and now what? We’re just called in for help but have to roll over and submit, because they’re mated and the Scottish clan doesn’t want trouble?”

It wasn’t that they didn’t want trouble; it was that my sister wanted to keep the peace. She was all heart, which wasn’t a good thing where war was concerned. I knew Banner was on board with going after the crazed wolf, but he’d bend to his mate’s will. That was one of the reasons I never wanted to find my mate. All that would do was soften me, if only to her—another creature, and Luna was enough of a soft spot in my life.

I didn’t speak, just stared at him, thinking about his words, about the situation. Of course his words were exactly what I’d been thinking, and I already knew what I wanted to do.

What I was going to do at the end of this.

But it was amusing to have people fall in line with your way of thinking. Maybe that’s why I was such an arrogant fucking bastard. And also why I was the ruler of the American Vampire Clan.

No one spoke for long moments, but I could see on both of their faces they were ready to go with whatever plan I had in mind. And the plan was simple.