Chapter six

Ezra leaned against the door, folding his arms across his chest and calmly resting on it. His hair fell to the side, covering half of his face as he studied Silas with intense curiosity.

"What's wrong with father?" Zayn asked, pacing around the room anxiously.

"What's wrong with us wanting Lyra?" he asked again.

“And what does he mean by he would change our fate?”.

Silas was about to respond when he noticed Ezra watching him intently, raising an eyebrow.

"Ezra!" he called, causing Zayn to pause and look at his brothers.

"What's wrong? Why are you staring at me like that?" Silas asked, his tone challenging.

Ezra moved away from the door and walked towards Silas on the bed.

“Back at dad’s office…”. He paused.

“Your eyes…. T-they changed. They literally turned white with no hint of black in it. And then there was this dangerous aura coming from you, that almost made me pee in my pants”. Ezra said, pacing around the room.

"We haven't even gotten our wolves yet, how are you... so extra?" Ezra questioned, facing Silas.

Silas and Zayn stared at him for a moment, then burst out laughing.

"Are you serious?" They both laughed.

"My eyes turned white? Am I a witch?" Silas chuckled.

Ezra raised his eyebrows in confusion and anger.

“Why are you both laughing? Zayn, Did you not see him? We were both there!”. Ezra said, trying to explain his point.

“Ezra, what are you saying? Silas didn’t even say anything except defending Lyra, father didn’t even give us a chance to talk before he left. And the last thing we asked was, "what if she was our fated mate?”. Zayn explained.

“No! I'm serious! I saw it with my own eyes. It was like you were possessed or something.". Ezra exclaimed.

“What are you saying?”. Silas frowns.

“Ezra, is something wrong? We were all there. And I personally didn’t see Silas’s eyes changing nor feel the dangerous aura you’re talking about”. Zayn said, looking at his brother worriedly.

“I swear I…”.

“Ezra, you need to calm down and think calmly. I think you’re just seeing things because of what father said!”. Silas interrupted him.

Ezra took a deep breath and tried to compose himself. "I know what I saw, Silas. I'm not making this up. There was something off about you, and I can't shake the feeling that it's connected to Lyra."

Silas looked at his brother with a mixture of concern and frustration.

“What are you trying to say, Ezra? That Lyra is the cause of this?”. Silas growls angrily, standing up to his brother.

“Take that back, you know that’s not what I mean!”. Ezra growl back, challenging his brother.

“Wow wow wow, guys chill. What’s going on?”. Zayn asked, looking from Silas to Ezra.

“We have never argue over something for the past twenty years. Ezra, I was there too and I didn’t see anything or notices any change in Silas. This should not be causing issues among us please!”. Zayn said, standing in between them.

“He’s literally blaming Lyra for this!”. Silas yelled in disbelief.

“I wasn’t blaming her, I only said it has something to do with her. Do not try to change my words, Silas. I’m warning you”. Ezra warned, his eyes flashing with anger.

“What would you do? Huh?”. Silas challenged.

“Don’t push me Silas, it’s your fault we are in this mess, if you haven’t touch her we won’t be in this mess now!”. Ezra yelled.

“Like you didn’t also touch her? Coward trying to put his blame on others!”. Silas scoffed.

“Say that one more time!”. Ezra threatened, taking a dangerous steps towards his brother

“Cowa….”.

“Silas, back down now!”. Zayn commanded, his eyes glowing bright yellow.

Silas and Ezra immediately back down in fear.

Silas glared at his brothers in frustration and stormed out of the room, ignoring Zayn's attempts to talk to him.

He sneaked into Lyra's house and made his way to her room, where he gently knocked on the door.

"Lyra," he whispered, waiting for her response.

The door creaked open, revealing a surprised Lyra in her pyjamas.

"What are you doing here?" she whispered, looking around the dark hallway before pulling him inside.

"I came to see you," he smirked.

"Silas, my father has forbidden me..." she began.

"My father did too, but I came anyway," he interrupted.

“I had a fight with my brothers, I’m sorry I couldn’t think of anywhere else than your place. I just want to sleep with you!”. He added.

Lyra eyes widened in shock.

“No, no. Not that kind of sleep, I’m talking about us, just laying close to each other. That’s all I promise”.

Lyra nodded nervously, first it was Ezra now Silas. Nervously, Lyra climbed into her bed, with Silas following closely behind.

She turned away from him, not wanting to make eye contact.

"Why were you fighting?" She asked, her heart racing.

Silas moved closer, wrapping his arm around her waist and gently caressing her. Lyra shivered at his touch.

"There was an incident in my dad's office, and Ezra... he's upset with me. He… Uhmm " Silas hesitated, not wanting to reveal that Ezra was blaming her.

"What happened with Ezra?" She inquired.

"Nothing," Silas whispered in a deep, husky voice.

He trailed his hand up, gently cupping her warm chest

“Damn it!" he growled in her ear, pulling her closer, letting her feel the hardness of his body pressing against her.

Lyra bit her lip, trying to stifle the moans that threatened to escape as he gently squeezed her breast and played with her nipples.

"Silas!" she moaned, her feet clenching on the bed.

"Please don't moan like that. It's so hard to control myself," Silas begged, moving against her, trying to create some friction.

Lyra placed a hand over her mouth, biting down hard as Silas squeezed her nipple between his fingers.

"You're so warm here, baby," he growled, his hand moving roughly over her breast.

He turned her around sharply, his breathing became heavy.

Silas leaned in and captured her lips in a passionate kiss, his hands roaming over her body.

“Lyra, I can't hold back anymore. Let me touch you, just this once, I won’t go far, I promise." he pleaded, his voice filled with desperation.

Lyra gazed at him, her eyes locked on his heaving chest as he struggled to control himself. After a moment, she slowly nodded.

Silas wasted no time, swiftly removing her shirt and taking one of her breasts into his mouth, his hunger evident in the way he growled.

Lyra couldn't help but cry out in pleasure, her hand clamped tightly over her mouth as she gripped the bedsheet with the other.

Silas pressed his body against hers, grinding against her as he trailed wet kisses over her chest and down to her stomach, leaving a trail of intense sensations in his wake.

He slowly slid down her trousers, his eyes fixed on her, waiting for any sign of hesitation. As he gazed at her underwear, he couldn't help but take a sharp breath in response to the sight.

His hand traced a path around her most sensitive area, and Lyra couldn't help but gasp with pleasure as his finger teased her clit through the fabric. The sensation of his thumb pressing against her clothed clit made her wetness and heat evident to him.

"Fuck, you're so wet," he murmured, his thumb continuing to massage her gently.

Lyra moaned, moving her hips in sync with his thumb, feeling his hand gripping her thigh firmly.

"Silas!" she called out, trying to catch her breath, noticing his sudden pause.

Silas bowed his head, his breathing becoming louder and heavier. His grip on her thigh tightened, causing her to whimper in discomfort.

"Silas!" she whispered again.

With a menacing growl, he raised his head, causing Lyra to gasp in fear and instinctively move away from him.

His eyes were a terrifying bloody red, and his long fangs were on full display as he let out an animalistic growl. Then, without warning, he moved away from her and leaped out of her window.