The Lycan Brothers' Willing Toy

I stood in front of the imposing house as shivers went through my spine. I don't know what I was thinking when I agreed to take the job others discarded because of how impossible it was to bag an interview.

The Christophos brothers have been a myth for close to ten years now. They are the richest men in the entire country, yet no one has seen them. There have been major debates about their reasons for seclusion.

Their family has been existing for centuries, but it wasn't until ten years ago that a journalist discovered the brothers.

Though she didn't get any info on them, she got a backshot of the brothers. For ten years now, different journalists have tried to do the impossible by asking for an interview with them, but they have never responded.

Note how shocked I was when they replied to my message and set a date for the first meeting.

Everyone thought it was a scam when I showed it to them, but there I was, to show them that this young journalist was capable. I became what I am today because of my passion for knowing things that others don't or skid past without showing interest in them.

I checked the contents of my purse to be certain my phone and pepper spray were in there. Wouldn't want to be a victim if this was some sort of scam.

I glanced down at my choice of clothing. To make running easier for me, I wore black elastic pants and a red shirt. My blonde hair was tamed to perfection, yet a strand managed to escape from the hold.

I sighed.

This is it, Bella. Time for you to break heads. No, scratch that. Time for you to do the impossible.

I bagged an invitation, which was something none of the journalists who have dropped the job can boast of.

My hands shook as I walked towards the door. From the enormous gates to the door, there was no one in sight. Still, the entire place was neatly kept.

The mansion was Victorian-styled. It looked like every other house with the same style, yet it looked different. The off-white color used on it clashed with the silver zinc, making the building seem a bit .... Odd.

I walked to the door and tapped on it since there were no doorbells. I have only seen this type of house in a film. I was used to modern houses where you press the bell rather than knocking.

I didn't get a reply, so I knocked once more.

A creaking sound followed the last knock before the door opened.

"Hello, I'm Bella. I came..." I trailed off as I stared at the empty door, shocked to notice that there was no one standing behind it.

I blinked. "Hello?" I called out, still standing on the stairs.

My heart hammered in my chest, sounding so loud even to my ears. I gulped, peering into the house to know if this was a trick or something like that.

Not only was there no one by the door, the house was pitch black. The air around me felt heavy.

"Hello!" I shouted, hoping to get a reply from whoever opened the door.

When I heard no sound, I turned, aiming to leave. However, the thoughts of the knowing smile that would be on Imelda's face when she learned I failed made me decide to do something rash.

I stepped into the house. "He... llo!" I yelled when the door banged behind me. With my heart in my throat, I rushed back and tugged on it, only to notice the door was locked.

Shit!

I rummaged in my purse for the pepper spray and clutched it in my hands, staring into the dark, ready for whoever was playing tricks on me.

My heart was beating so loud it seemed like the organ was about to leap out of my chest. I swallowed, hoping that this wouldn't turn into a horror film or something like that.

I yelped when the entire place became awash with light. I had to blink, to get my eyes accustomed to it after staying in the dark.

"Who's there?" I called out as I glanced around the place, scared out of my wits, but still clutching the pepper spray as if it would save me from whatever was lurking in the dark.

I got no reply.

I was standing in the foyer, with doors on either side of me, but I didn't dare move. My legs shook, and my teeth chattered, yet I heard no sound.

It was as if I were the only one in the entire house. I glanced back at the door only to discover it had no keyhole, and neither was there any bolt in sight.

I silently glanced around, praying for this to be just a trick as I brought my phone out, only to discover there was no reception in this place.

What?

What the hell is going on here? Isn't this supposed to be the house of the richest, youngest billionaires? Why am I -

"Miss Cold." A voice called out.

My heart slammed into my rib cage at the sound of the voice. I have heard my fair share of voices, but they can't be compared to this.

It sounded like the crackling of fire and the noise of a train that collided with each other. Raspy, strong, and terror-inducing.

My body continued to shake, and I gripped the paper spray, throwing my phone on the floor.

Instead of picking it up, I glanced around, trying to locate the voice that had just spoken to me.

"Miss Cold?"

The voice asked once more. This time, it sounded pissed.

"Yes!" I yelped out in fear.

God.

Should the person with this voice become a detective, people will confess to crimes they didn't commit.

"You are scaring her, brother," came another voice.

Unlike the first, this one sounded like melted chocolates. I sighed, feeling the need to hear the sound once more. For a moment, I forgot where I was, as the urge to listen to him speak increased.

"Come forward," the first voice ordered.

This time, his tone rang like the roaring of waves on a stormy night.

Against my better judgment, I took the first step. It was as if I were being controlled. The pepper spray and my purse clattered to the ground when I let them go, spurred by this urgency in me to do his bidding.

On the fourth step, I broke free from whatever hold that was on me. I stood still, wondering what just happened.

I heard a gasp before a murmured 'Impossible.'

I stared around, still looking for the owners of the voices. My legs continued to shake, and my breath came out in gasps, scared to my bones at the thought of what was going to happen to me in here. Who the hell owned the voices? Why are they still hidden? Playing games with me?

"Come forward, Miss Cold."

The moment the gruff voice came once more, a door by my right opened, scaring the hell out of me.

I heard a scream, which I later realized was mine. My heart almost leaped out of my chest from how scared I was.

"Step in," the smooth melted chocolate type of voice ordered. And like the first time, I found my legs going towards the door without knowing what the hell was happening to me.

The odd thing was I couldn't stop my legs from moving. It was as if something was propelling me to go forward.

I gulped, scared to my bones the moment I stepped into the room, but the fear dissipated at the sight in front of me. I don't know what I hoped, but it wasn't this.

The room was beautiful, with sofas arranged to form a circle around a golden transparent table with an elephant figurine on it. The chandelier hanging from the roof illuminated the room, giving light to it because the curtains were closed.

I glanced around the place, and a yelp escaped my throat at the sight of two men with their backs to me. I took a step back and wanted to run out of the door, but the door slammed shut on its own, scaring the shit out of me.

"Christ!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, scared to my bones at what was happening. What the hell have I gotten myself into? Why did I sign up for this, thinking it was going to be as easy as my other jobs?

The men turned at once, and my breath hitched at the sight of the most beautiful men ever. They tied their identical red hair up in a ponytail, with just a few strands curled in their faces. Their blue, piercing eyes looked like a glacier, freezing anyone who dared to stare into them.

My eyes went lower. The two men looked identical, but their bodies differed greatly from each other. One looked muscular enough, like a football star, while the other had a slim waist and a figure that would make a swimmer jealous.

God.

These men were utter perfection. They looked like they just stepped out of a magazine. The only thing that made them different from those men was the paleness of their skin. They looked half dead. Locking themselves away from the world must have cost them.

"Miss Cold?" The one with the gruff voice asked as they stepped forward. Their eyes took me in, making me feel self-conscious. I gulped, trying not to stare at them.

"Mr...." I trailed off, not knowing what to call them. Aside from their last names, no one knows the names of the brothers - it was still a mystery.

"You came for the interview?" The one with the smooth voice asked, stepping closer to me.

I swallowed and nodded at the question, too scared to speak. The closer the brothers got, the more nervous I felt until it seemed like my soul was about to leap out of my chest.

Gracious Lord. Is it too late for me to return to yesterday?

"A bunny bold enough to step into our den, brother." The one with the gruff voice smiled, showing off his perfectly aligned teeth, scaring the jellies out of me.

"Miss Cold, do you know what we do to bunnies like you?" He asked, stepping closer with each word.

My legs couldn't move. It was as if it were stuck on the floor, and won't budge despite my desire to get it out and race for the door.

I gulped. "N...no!" My voice came out shrill - too shrill for my liking.

His lips curved to the right. "You don't seem to know what you came here for, bunny."

"I... I do! I showed up for an interview!" I yelped.

He laughed, glancing back at his brother, who hadn't said a word since he stopped moving. "You came for an interview, right?" He closed the distance between us so much that his height towered over me.

I have never felt as small as I felt in his presence. Just like he said, I was just a bunny who mistakenly stepped into a lion's den without knowing it.

"And what do we get from this?" He suddenly asked.

"F... Fa... Fame!" I stuttered out, startled out of my wits.

"Recognition?" He turned to his brother once more, and they scoffed at the same time. "We already have that, bunny. For you and the other humans to contact us, means we are quite 'famous." His mouth curved at the side, and he looked like he was enjoying this, while I was shit-bat terrified.

"We... We... We can make you extremely famous!" I stuttered out, glancing towards the other brother, who had his arms folded and an amused expression on his face.

"Exceptionally famous?" He chuckled. "It seems you don't know what you are offering, human."

The way he said the human word made it seem like it was dirt under his feet. They left me to wonder why he would speak of his species like that.

"We... We can do whatever you want." I gulped, trying not to yell out, when he suddenly leaned so close to me, leaving no gap between us.

"If you wish to know more about us, bunny, we can strike a deal." His tongue snaked out and licked his bottom lip.

I shivered at the sight, and a whimper tore from my throat at it.

God.

Here I was, thinking of his tongue when I was still in their den, with no idea of how I could escape from this place - unscathed.

"Deal?"

"Yes, deal. Let's play a game, bunny." He smirked. "If you want to know about us, you need to strike an agreement with us."

"What deal? What game are you talking about?" I surprised myself by speaking without stuttering. Though my body continued to shake, I tried to pretend to be strong when I was only moments from running out of there.

"A game of pleasure -intense, painful pleasure." He straightened. "What do you say, bunny?"

I shivered. "What does it mean?"

Although I had an inkling of what he wanted from me, I still needed to hear it from him.

"It means you get to be our toy - fuck toy," he explained.

I took a step back, and another, finally free from whatever was holding me down not too long ago. My heart seemed to beat miles a minute as his words fully registered.

"You want me to ..." I gestured towards him before I did so to his brother, and pointed at myself, stunned by their offers.

Shit.

Are these brothers insane?

Though I would get sufficient money and recognition by interviewing them, I don't think it was enough for me to willingly give my virginity away to these pale brothers.

"So?" He cocked his head to the side.

"No!" I hastily shook my head. "I won't do this." I took a step back, and then another until my back hit the door.

The other brother, who hadn't said a word, glanced at me. His eyes racked through my body before he turned his head, focusing on his brother.

"Seems like you have made up your mind, Miss Cold." The brother I have been speaking to snapped his fingers. "Have a nice day. Should you wish to take us up on the offer, our door is open for you." He turned his back to me. "Brother, let's go."

I didn't wait for them to leave. I turned and twisted the doorknob, half expecting it to be shut, but was shocked to find it open.

I threw the door open, ran out to the foyer, and picked up my purse, phone, and pepper spray from the ground before I made a mad dash to the door.

The door that was locked when I tried to escape was surprisingly open, but I didn't dwell on how strange it was. I ran out of the house, banged the door behind me, and hastened towards the gate with my heart beating loudly in my chest.

My body felt icy dread, and the feeling stayed until I left the compound, and the gates locked on their own - obviously computer-controlled.

I looked like one who had seen death with the way I jumped into my car and zoomed out of the place without saying a word.

I drove straight to my home, winded by what had just happened.

For two days, my mind was plagued with the meeting I had with the Christophos brothers. I couldn't shake off their words, no matter how hard I tried. It was as if they used their claws on me, wrapping me around with chains, making it difficult for me to think about anything else but their proposal.

"You seem absent-minded, Bella. Tell me, what's wrong?" Chris asked as she sat opposite me. Her lovely golden hair shone as the morning light hit it at a perfect angle, making her look so ethereal it made me jealous.

It was no secret that she was the most beautiful woman in this firm. Almost all the men have a crush on her. And those who don't are gay.

"Nothing," I smiled at her, taking in her emerald gown, which seemed to bring out the beauty of her hazel eyes. "I love your dress," I commented, loving the way it hugged her body.

"Thanks. I got it on a trip to Paris. Good God, girl, you need to see the Eiffel Tower!" she gushed.

"Is it as beautiful as the picture?" I raised a brow, eager for some juicy gossip from my friend, who went on a three-day holiday to France.

"Of course! It's the most wonderful place thing ever!"

"Aren't you exaggerating that?" I placed my right hand under my jaw, smiling at the animated faces she made.

"No, not at all!" She hit her palm on the table. "Do you think I would have spent time there if it wasn't gorgeous?" She scowled at me, wrinkling her nose before a smile graced her face. "You need to see this!"

All around us, our colleagues worked on their reports, acting like they weren't secretly listening to her.

Like I said earlier, Chris was the most beautiful woman here, so... Ordinarily, everything she says has an attraction for the men among us.

"If it's not that loser!" Imelda strode towards us, with her arms folded and a satisfied smile on her face. She was putting on a black suit with a red necktie, which she paired off with magnificent red suede heels. Her new pixie hairstyle made her look like a clown, but no one would tell her that.

Why?

Well...

Imelda is a bitch! A Capital One. And should there be any need for some brackets, you got that right.

She's a bitch, whom no one wants to be friends with. But she didn't care. She was always out to rub it in our faces that she's the best journalist in the firm, ever since she cracked the case of the illegal business our governor was involved with.

She thought she was the goddess of the journalism world. And that right there is one of her many flaws.

No one wants to be a friend to the bitch because we don't know when she might snap, taking our heads off with her bare hands.

"What do you want?" Chris turned to her, glaring daggers at the woman, who pretended like she didn't hear the question.

"I'm speaking to you, Bella. You are a lousy loser!" She chuckled, looking pleased with herself. "Do you think you can crack a case that a queen like I couldn't? Oh, spare me that! You are nothing but a child in this. So, I will only advise you. Stay in your damned lane!" She yelled in my face.

"Must you spit on my face before you pass a message across?" I wiped my face, scrunching my nose in disgust.

The others laughed, loving how badass I sounded. If I had thought she looked like the green tea bitch, it was nothing compared to the scowl on her face. She looked as if I had somehow matched her grandma's grave.

"You bitch!" She shrieked. "Do you think you are now a big deal because you got to see them?"

"At least I'm better than you!" I retorted, not in the mood to let anyone speak anyhow to me.

Chris gave me a thumbs up, loving it.

"Better? What's to say you didn't make it all up? There is no way they could have let a loser like you into their house!" She tried to deny the truth, knowing that I got the upper hand in this.

"Oh? But this underdog received an email. Tell me, have you gotten one before, almighty Imelda?" I folded my arms, loving how shocked she looked at my words.

"Gloat for as long as you will, Bella! But all this will end when you don't get an interview with them. When it happens, I will be back to give you a friendly reminder of what a damned loser you are!"With those words said, she stormed towards the elevator while the others returned to their work.

Since I wasn't as popular as Chris, none of them came to either console me or support me.

"Don't mind her. She's just jealous of your progress," Chris said as she placed her right hand on mine, and gently squeezed, smiling at me.

"No, she's right." I removed my hand from under hers. "I need to bag an interview with the brothers." And I know what to do to get that.

"Bella, you don't -"

"No, it's my job, Chris. I got them to reply to my email. I think I'm the only one who can get an interview with them."

However, it would cost me more than I ever bargained for. I need to show Imelda that she was nothing to me. Getting the brothers to interview will give me enough fame.

All I have to do is sacrifice a little for the future. If my virginity is what they want, they can have it.

It wasn't as if I had any reason to still keep it. I was a virgin, not because I wished to. It was just that I had not had the chance to think about a relationship because I was busy chasing my dreams.