Cruel Knots

We watched Lucia secretly. Obsessively.

She was our scent-matched mate, the one who’d bond us three brothers into a pack.

We protected her. We hurt strangers for her. And loved her while she remained completely oblivious.

There are definitions for people like us— stalkers, sickos, psychopaths. We’re really assassins-in-training but we do embody those other personalities too.

We thought that’s what love was until Lucia betrayed us and let her dick brother drive us to the brink of death.

We’re not the same boys she knew in the past, and whatever we may have been to each other, it doesn’t matter anymore.

Because we’re only one thing to her now:

Her captors.

We feel no guilt or remorse.

Not when we own every inch of her- body, heart, and soul.