Unlawful Shadows | +18

Chapter 16

Zephyr lounged in the plush armchair of their shared office, his gaze fixed on the sprawling cityscape beyond the window. Lysander's entrance interrupted his contemplation, the younger brother's expression a mix of amusement and intrigue.

"Zander's taking Elowen to the house," Lysander announced, his voice carrying a note of satisfaction.

A predatory gleam flickered in Zephyr's eyes as he absorbed the news. The image of Elowen, vulnerable and under their roof, sent a surge of possessiveness coursing through him. She was stepping deeper into their world, willingly or not, and he relished the thought of her being within arm's reach.

Zephyr's fingers drummed idly on the armrest of his chair as he looked at the sprawling city, "Did she put up a fight?" he inquired casually, his tone betraying a hint of amusement.

Lysander's chuckle filled the room, a low, menacing sound. "Of course she did," he confirmed, his eyes glinting with dark amusement. "But she'll learn soon enough."

A smirk tugged at the corners of Zephyr's lips as he mused over Elowen's resistance. "Such a little brat," he muttered under his breath, a mixture of amusement and satisfaction colouring his words. She may resist now, but in the end, she would bend to their will, just like all the others.

"It seems the lamb is venturing closer to the pack," Zephyr remarked, his tone laced with dark amusement. "Soon, she'll be well within our grasp."

Lysander's lips curled into a knowing smirk, a silent acknowledgment of the power they held over Elowen's fate. In that moment, Zephyr felt a twisted sense of satisfaction, knowing that she was inching closer to their clutches, her fate intertwined with theirs in ways she couldn't comprehend.

As the city bustled below, Zephyr's mind churned with dark thoughts, relishing the prospect of Elowen's inevitable submission to their will. She was theirs now, whether she realized it or not, and he reveled in the knowledge that she had unknowingly surrendered herself to the wolves.

Lysander's gaze held a glint of anticipation, his lips curling into a knowing smirk. "How do you suggest we handle her landlord?" he inquired, his voice laced with a hint of sinister delight.

Zephyr's jaw clenched at the mention of Elowen's landlord, his hands curling into fists at his sides. The mere thought of someone 's sleazy eyes roaming over her ignited a fiery rage within him, one that threatened to consume him entirely.

"Her landlord?" Zephyr echoed, his voice laced with barely contained fury. "Perhaps it's time he learned the consequences of messing with the wrong person."

Lysander raised an eyebrow, a sinister smile playing at his lips. "I was thinking the same thing," he remarked casually, though the glint in his eyes betrayed the dark intentions lurking beneath the surface.

Rage surged through Zephyr as he stood up, towering over Lysander with a menacing presence. "Does Zander want to handle it?" he asked, his tone deceptively calm.

Lysander shook his head, his attention already shifting back to his own dark thoughts about Elowen. "He's occupied with our girl," he replied dismissively.

A smirk twisted Zephyr's lips as he rolled up his sleeves, his mind already racing with gruesome possibilities. Thoughts of torture danced through his mind, each more sadistic than the last, as he envisioned making Elowen's landlord pay dearly for daring to lay eyes on what was rightfully theirs.

No one would ever hurt what belonged to them. Elowen was theirs, body and soul, and they would stop at nothing to ensure that she remained within their grasp. It wouldn't be long before they had her exactly where they wanted her.

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umm so they might be a little unhinged. i promised to update so here it is! i know it's super short but think of it as a filler chapter. i'll update with a real one soon, i promise. love you, muah <3