Chapter 9: METTING THEM AGAIN?
CHAPTER NINE.
DOMINIC'S POV.
I sat on my swivel chair, adjusting my glasses which rested on the bridge of my nose, as I indulged in a book I held in my hand.
I was trying to focus and read but the stupid, annoying, and disturbing individuals called my brothers were all hellbent on disallowing me from doing so.
" Come on Dominic, stop being a nerd and drop the damn book" Devon, the youngest and most disturbing of us all grumbled but I paid no attention to his words and simply continued reading my book.
Suddenly, the book was snatched out of my grip.
" Do not ignore us for a book Dominic" I heard Derick's voice before me.
I looked up, throwing at him an expressionless gaze.
' Well, what did I expect?' I pondered, staring at him.
My face creased into a frown as I glared at Derick, the burning intent to wipe off the wide, teasing smirk forming on his lips with a swing of my fist, brimming within me.
' This motherfucker ' I cursed inwardly.
" Big brother is pissed," Devon teased, bursting into laughter, and of course, Derick joined in.
The idiot never missed a single chance to make jest of me, not that I gave a damn about his antics.
" These Brats," I thought and let out a sigh of frustration.
" Well you do cherish them all the same, don't you?" My wolf, Pheonix queried appearing in my mindscape.
" No, I don't," I outright refuted. " They are insufferable pinheads and honestly their senseless behaviors make me want to murder them."
" You know you don't want to big brother. You love us too much to even seriously consider that, " Devon teased, Derick snickering at his words, before sticking his tongue out at me.
Yeah, we could hear each other's thoughts. There wasn't really any sensible explanation for why we could but I guess it's just a triplet thing.
" What the fuck!" I cursed, my voice coming out coarsely.
I scowled, clenching my fists and stomping my foot against the ground.
Devon and Derick turned to look at me with puzzled looks, momentarily glancing at each other with their eyebrows raised.
Devon took a step back, staring at me wide-eyed, while Dominic placed his hand over to his agape mouth.
"Did you just curse?" They both asked me simultaneously but I just ignored them.
" The holy, noble gentleman actually just cursed" Devon mockingly stated, bursting into laughter.
They were being dramatic as usual.
I sighed probably about the hundredth time that hour alone, facepalming to the point that I began to feel a headache.
" Can you guys just leave me alone and do something significant with your lives for once?" I mumbled through my palm which was still pressed against my face.
But who was I kidding? These two knuckleheads would never see the wrong in their actions.
My two obstinate brothers never listened to me and it sure did hurt being the only responsible one around here.
" When are we, not responsible Dominic?" Devon asked, attracting my gaze to him.
" You are the one who is always acting too serious and by nature has become a boring grump." He added with a shrug, my unamused gaze sharpening into a stern glare.
" Don't glare at our kid bro Dominic, his statements are actually factual." Derek abruptly spoke.
" You guys do know that you're older than me with only a few minutes, right?
We are the same age so stop referring to me as your kid brother," Devon cautioned, his shoulders raised and his hands curled into fists, vivid signs of his brewing annoyance.
" Kid brother" Dominic teased, ignoring Devon's warning, in a bid to push him to the wall. He was that childish.
Devon was about to retaliate, as expected when I stepped in.
" Stop it you two" I ordered in an authoritative tone and having no other choice, they both backed down.
I was about to scold them both when the door abruptly flew open and tittered in the timid, weak omega girl who had fallen right in front of Devon a few weeks ago.
She walked into the room at a snail's pace, her entire body wracking with tremors and drenched in perspiration.
I was taken aback by her sudden appearance but maintained a calm expression, watching her keenly.
I could sense how overwhelmingly tense she was. It was quite vivid that she felt like dashing right out of the room.
It was amusing to watch.
She first stood wide-eyed, her eyes darting around our private room, her thin brows jumping in amusement as her mouth slowly opened agape.
Curiosity and awe were vivid in her green orbs.
She was not a bad sight, as a matter of fact, I could say she was one of the most beautiful girls I had laid my eyes on.
She had shoulder-lengthed brunette hair, cherry red seductive lips that proved irresistible, a curvaceous, hourglass-shaped figure accentuated by long, slender, straight legs, and a cute demeanor.
My eyes kept getting drawn to her lips, and I found myself captivated by the sight of her pursing and nibbling at it while tightly clutching onto a piece of paper.
Under normal circumstances, I detested girls who exuded weak, timid, scaredy-cat characteristics such as herself but for some reason, I was simply unable to harbor any sort of contempt or ill feeling towards her, on the contrary, I found myself fascinated and unexplainably attracted to her.
I knew my brothers could sense my feelings towards her as we not only had access to each other's thoughts but to our feelings as well.
All these perverted idiots felt towards her was raw lust, their minds blanketed with one, simple intention of getting into her pants.
Something I highly doubted this cat would let them, as unlike other girls who worshipped and adored us like gods, she didn't seem infatuated with us in the slightest. All I could sense from her was pure fright.
It was obvious that the girl feared us intently and wanted absolutely nothing to do with us.
Why?
I had no idea and had no interest in knowing either.
She continued looking around confusedly and to my surprise, I found myself getting off my seat and approaching her.
My brothers were just as surprised as I was, but it seemed like I had lost control over my own person.
She kept teetering closer absentmindedly and abruptly collided right into me, her face first meeting my chest.
I heard a startled gasp as she froze with fear, her head lowered, probably at the realization of her actions.
" How may we help you?" I asked, my guttural voice reverberating around the room.
A vivid, violent shiver wracked through her body, her lips quivering as though a tub of icy water had been poured over her.
'Why can't I just keep my damn eyes away from her fucking lips?' I wondered, frustrated at myself.
" What is going on Dominic, what are you doing?" Derick spoke into my mind, and I could sense jealousy in his tone.
I smirked at that realization, before returning my attention to the little kitten before me.
Her head was still bowed low and it was clear she had no plans to raise it any time soon.
" Raise your head," I said in a soft tone.
She didn't heed to my request, however, her trembling became noticeably more profound.
" I said raise your head," I repeated authoritatively, this time as an obvious command.
She vibrated like an engine, slowly raising her head. However, she kept her gaze away from me, instead directing it to the wall behind me.
I noticed her hands were wracking with ferocious tremors, such that anyone who saw her at this moment would think she was convulsing.
'Was I really that terrifying?' I wondered.
"Look at me," I muttered.
To my bewilderment, my direct order was once again disregarded.
My lips uncontrollably curved into a thin, surprised smile.
She was as timid as a kitten but also possessed traits of stubbornness of one.
' Nice' I thought within, invariably feeling more drawn to her.
" You know it's funny how much I hate repeating myself yet here's a little kitten right before me, making me do one of the things I despise the most," I muttered expressionlessly.
I began to perceive the strong scent of fear emanating from her at my words.
I could hear her breath quickening and her heart throbbing within her chest and couldn't help but derive unexplainable pleasure from it.
" So tell me what punishment would befitting to atone for your transgressions?" I questioned, retaining a stern demeanor.
As I expected, got no response from her, other than vivid displays of dread, characterized by her skin turning pale, and her eyes widening, beads of sweat trickling down her forehead.
" Look at me" I ordered again in a firm, authoritative tone.
It took quite a while but eventually, she gave in and her head gradually began to move.
Slowly, she raised her face towards mine, our eyes meeting.
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