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- Jade's POV -
"You've been given a new assignment."
The statement cuts through the silence of the room, all white arches and black marble. It echoes around us, my brothers and I, as we stand with our hands behind our backs at attention.
"You start in the morning," our officer starts, "I'm trusting you four to take care of the Hale's, they've been nothing but trouble as of late and I'm trusting you all to get it under control, stop the media dumpster fire."
The frustration and disgust rolling off my brothers and I is almost palpable to me, though our officer shows no signs of sensing it himself.
"You're dismissed," he says, with a wave of his hand.
The four of us bow our heads and fall behind each other in line, my oldest brother leading, as we leave the sanctum.
The second we're out of earshot, the hallway fills with groans and protests of our new assignment.
"You've got to be kidding me. Haley gets to go post out in California to keep an eye on a whole ass coven, and we get stuck with babysitting spoon-fed royals?" Jacob complains.
"There are worse things" Christian replies, ignoring Jacob and Char's continued complaints.
I stay quiet as we walk back to the training room we spend most of our free time in, what little we have anyways. Usually, I would join in, complaining and whining about being stuck watching full-grown spoiled brats, but right now I just don't have the energy.
As soon as I'm in the training room, it takes less than 5 seconds for me to find a chair and flop down in it, spinning the computer chair in a circle away from the desk to watch my brothers. I'm the youngest of technically three children, but Jake has been a part of our family for so long that it seems wrong to not include him. Christian, the oldest, is all responsibility and work ethic underneath blonde hair and striking green eyes. He's usually the one calling the shots, professionally anyways. Jake follows him in age, though their personalities are completely different. Even by a wolf's standard, Jake has major golden retriever energy contained in a tall, tan, and built body, blue eyes, and brown hair. Char is the youngest boy, one year older than myself, and the closest in height to me considering the other two tower over us both. He's the most soft-spoken, the most kind, and in my opinion the funniest. He's lean, not as body builder-esque as the older two, still over half a foot taller than me, topped with strawberry blonde hair and the same stark green eyes as his brother.
"You're awfully quiet over there Kitten," Jake says, head popping right into my line of sight.
I have no remorse for kicking him away from me into the floor.
"Just because I'm not complaining doesn't mean I'm happy about it either," I retort.
Char and Christian are laughing at Jake's face as he drags his pouting self up off the floor.
"Well, at least we have some time-"
My response is cut off by the door to the sanctum opening when one of our fellow officers in full black demon leather gear comes in with an annoyed expression.
"Change of plans, your assignment starts tonight."
Lyric's POV
The smell of cigarettes and alcohol smacks me in the face as I open the club’s doors. Not to mention the stench of sweat and the honey smell of arousal seeping off almost everyone inside. I look around for any of the guys. I may be too short to see over most of these people’s heads, but having two guys whose height comes right out of a fan-fiction usually makes finding them easy work. I weave my way in and out of the crowd, trying my best not to touch any of their sticky bodies. Finally, I see a familiar head of brown, poofy hair. My twin brother, Cody, is leaning against the bar when I reach him.
“Have you seen Emmett?” I ask him moving to sit on the bar stool beside him.
“Not for a while, no, why?” He turns to face the bar leaning on it with his elbows. I answer his question by showing him a photo paparazzi took about half an hour ago of my fiancé, Emmett, grinding against a girl on the dance floor. “Again? Seriously? It’s like this dude wants me to strangle him.” Cody rubs his face annoyed.
This is not the first time even just since our engagement 3 months ago that he has been caught getting a little too handsy with other girls. Considering our relationship is about 50% just for the public eye I don’t mind letting it slide a bit, after all, he’s about to be married off to his lifelong best friend at just 24 years old rather than getting to live the wild and free life he wanted, but the rumors are getting to be too much. We can’t have people getting suspicious of our motives to marry and I really need to put my foot down about this before we are actually married and stuck with each other forever. Not to mention that I don’t like the way the girls he flirts with talk about me like I’m not the fucking princess of Hell and his future wife. Like I’m just a pathetic fan that he would never glance twice at if he didn’t have to live with me. At the end of the day, I know Emmett loves me, after all, I’m the one he chose to get on one knee for. Even if it was mostly just because he needs to get married as soon as possible if he wants to take over the throne (and I happen to be very qualified to be queen having been raised in the same household).
To clarify, Emmett's parents took Cody and me in when we were really young because our parents were even more incompetent than they were about raising a child.
I slide down from the stool and stretch, “Can you help me find him?” Cody nods and we break into the crowd looking for him. I look for a part of the club that looks similar to the background from the photo, but it all looks the same from this angle.
Come to the other side of the bar, 4 booths down against the wall, you’re gonna want to see this. Cody’s voice sounds in my head. I groan at the angry tone in his voice.
Great, what has Emmett done now? I think back to him heading that way quickly.
I feel the color drain from my face as I see them. Emmett is laid back against the wall sitting with his legs across the booth, the same girl from the photos is straddling his waist. They’re practically dry-humping right there for everyone to see, their tongues down each other’s throats. I feel something snap inside me, a growl not entirely my own ripping from my chest.
In the blink of an eye, I am grabbing the girl by the hair pulling her off of him and onto the ground. Emmett takes a second in his drunken state to register her absence and my presence looming over him.
The sound of my fist connecting with his face is a satisfying crunch. He reeks of alcohol which makes sense since he would need a lot to be drunk enough to be this stupid. I grab the collar of his shirt and pull him up so we are face to face. “What exactly do you think you’re doing?” It’s more of a growl than actual words.
Emmett blinks a couple of times blood running from his nose now. He finally registers who I am and he smiles, “Oh hi babe, when did you get here?”
You have got to be kidding me. I lose full control of my body, my wolf taking over and slamming him into the nearest wall. “What the hell is wrong with you?!” She yells at him his head bounces off the wall he hits it so hard.
“Would you fucking stop and let me think?!” He hurls back at her shoving us away from him. We barely move back even an inch. “Stop making a scene.”
“You seriously have the audacity to say that to me right now? You're grinding on this girl in photos on every platform there is right now!” She gets in his face. Finally, he has enough and he grabs onto our shoulders and tosses us into the crowd of dancing people nearby. Cody is now running over to stand between us; Emmett’s brother Damion is not far behind him.
“Get ahold of yourselves would you? You’re gonna get us kicked out of another club.” Cody pleads, helping me up.
“What even happened?” Damion asks looking between me and Emmett.
“He was dry-humping some girl in that booth!” I yell looking over to see the girl has fallen asleep on the floor where I tossed her.
Damion’s grey eyes nearly pop out of his head, “Emmett you didn’t.” Emmett just slides down so he’s crouched, back against the wall-- he won’t look at any of us. I’m about to go at him again when Cody’s arm wraps around my waist.
“Here is not the place for this.” He looks around at all the watching eyes. “Let’s just go home.”
“Gladly,” I say before storming toward the exit.