Kyle's POV
As we walked quietly to Bella's house, I couldn't help but notice the storm of emotions going through my body. The intense desire to be protective of the bastard. I certainly do not understand why I felt this way and I was doing all I could to keep my emotions in check.
His walking closely behind me did not help my course, his scent was the only thing that enveloped my entire nostril, and each breath I took in made me hunger more for his scent.
All I wanted to do is be wrapped up in his big strong hands all day and stare into his deep mysterious hazel eyes.
I kept reminding myself that he was my brother and that it was wrong of me to be having this type of thought towards him. My heartache each time I thought of him as a brother and it drove me nuts.
My entire thinking faculty was a mess.
Maybe it is a good thing that Bella likes him, I know too well than to touch anything or anyone that belongs to her.
Bella is a witch, a bad witch, well it's safe to say she is s beautiful bad witch. Her face is nothing like her heart and when she set her mind on doing something or getting anyone, she makes it her life goal to get it done.
Most witches wait till the age of eighteen to bloom into their true selves, but Bella was only thirteen when she became a real witch. That gave her a special seat in the coven with her fellow witches.
My childhood days with her in it was terrible, whoever gifted her beauty forgot to add a little sense to make her a perfect human, oh please I know no one is perfect, but we all do need sense irrespective of our facial features.
I sighed deeply as soon as Bella's house came to view, from my point of view I could see a few boys and girls hanging and partying around the house. there was a huge campfire with a few people scattered around it.
As soon as we walked into the compound, it was as if she appeared out of nowhere to claim my bastard.
No. Please stretch that, he is not my bastard, I meant the bastard.
“so good to have you here,” she said opening her perfect set of teeth to seduce my brother. I rolled my eyes after the thought of the bastard being my brother crossed my mind for the hundredth time.
They soon disappeared into the crowd, and I was left all by myself which was a bad thing. I was in the mix of over sixty teenagers born or gifted with witchcraft and my other defense was that I was a wolf.
How pathetic.
I thought of the possibility of returning home all by my self but that would be too risky as it was already dark and the way home was too spooky to be alone in it.
So I got myself a spot and sat down as thoughts of what might be happening between the two filled my head.
I felt bad.
I felt like I was all alone in the world even though there was loud music deafening my ears from the background.
“Hey, kyle who invited you?” I heard an unfriendly familiar voice say.
I lifted my head to see that it was Harry, boyfriend to Bella. Many believe that Harry will become one of the greatest warlocks as soon as he clocks eighteen and as such, they see him and Bella as a power couple.
Unlike Bella, Harry is calmer and a bit friendly but I know better than to engage him in a chat as that could provoke his over a possessive girlfriend.
I used to secretly crush on him in my early days and that further soiled the relationship between Bella and me.
I unconsciously looked around to see if anyone was looking in our direction before answering him. But he noticed my concern and smiled a little.
“Bella is with your handsome cousin,” he said, and I couldn't help but get a glimpse of jealousy in his voice. I looked surprised at him wondering how he gets to be so calm after knowing that his girlfriend might probably be flirting with the bastard as we speak.
And wait did Harry just call the bastard handsome?
It's no doubt that the bastard was super cute but have you seen Harry. He is not all that masculine but he has the most beautiful face that would melt any girl's heart. His blue eyes are so beautiful that every time you look at them, you don't just want to take off your eyes from them.
“ Should I sit with you?” He asked, his voice jolting me out of my thoughts.
I cleared my throat and nodded a yes to his request, even though there was a silent voice in my head screaming 'danger'
“You know what, how about we take a walk, I can tell you are already bored and I will certainly make do with a little walk as it would help clear my mind,” He said staring into my eyes.
I couldn't help but agree with him by nodding my head, whoever stole my voice needs to bring it back ASAP!.
He stretched forth his hand and I grab on it as I stood up. We started walking away from the party venue as each step we took, took us further from the house and the music buzzing from it.
“How have you been?” He asked after we have walked for some time silently in the dark.
“I'm fine,” I answered clearing an invincible lump from my throat.
“I can see that,” he said, stopping to look at me for a few seconds before we continued our walk.
“Do you still have a crush on me?” He asked, suddenly out of the blue.
The question sort of threw me off balance for a moment there, if he had asked me this question before I met the bastard, my reply would have been precise and straight to the point. But with the bastard in the picture, everything seems complicated.
Well, he may be gorgeous for all I care but I was not going to admit crushing on him that easily.
“Who said I had a crush on you?” I questioned with a little bit of smile while deliberately walking a few steps from him so he does not notice my tension.
“I can tell that you still do,” he whispered close to my ears, stirring up sweet erotic sensations all over my body. I sighed deeply while trying to keep my emotions in check.
“I can tell you are scared but don't worry I will protect you,” he added as he closes the gap between us.
His blue eyes were so beautiful that they sparkled in the dark. He starts to lean his head towards me and my heartbeat felt like it would explode at any time.
My heart and head were saying too many things at the same time that I barely had time to focus on anyone. His lips were just a few inches from my lips when a familiar voice broke through the silent night.
“Am I disrupting something?” the bastard said, with his hands folded across his chest as I quickly stepped away from harrying who wore a disappointing look on his face.
“You are” harry answered staring at the bastard angrily.
“Sorry, the party is over, Kyle lets go home,”
“Don't worry, you go, I will bring her home,” Harry said.
“I was not talking to you, Kyle now,” he barked at me and I couldn't help but succumb to his authoritative voice.
If Harry is disappointed in me, he is doing a very good job of hiding it, as I felt him smirk behind me.
“I will see you tomorrow kyle,” I heard Harry say from behind me.
The bastard and harry exchanged evil glances before the bastard pulled me by my hand into the night.
I wriggled and tried to get off his stronghold, but it was useless as his hold on me was very strong, I am certain that I will be getting bruises on that wrist. We were a few feet from our house when he let go of me.
“I don't ever want to see you with that jerk and I don't want to see him around the house,” he said, I looked at my wrist to see that it has become reddish and I was mad at him
“Who are you to tell me who or who not to hang out with,” I questioned
Because you are mine, I heard him snorted out, even his words sounded strange to him as he quickly tries to correct himself.
“Look, I'm sorry...” he was saying when I cut him short.
“I'm not yours, has never been, and will never be” I snorted out and was about walking out on him when he slammed my back against a tree and his lips came crashing down on mine hard, I felt electrifying waves as our lips met, and I could not believe how relaxed and happy it made me feel.
The feeling of kissing your brother, wait, my brother? I pushed him off me and my right hand collided with his face in a hurtful force.
“Don't you dare ever lay your hands on me again, I hate you” I said, as I ran into the house and my room before he had the opportunity of stopping me.