The Devil’s Chaos (The Brotherhood #2)

18. Eighteen

18

EIGHTEEN

KAI

“ Y ou’re leaving again,” Maddie whined, following me through the manor's halls. “Where are you going?”

“It’s none of your business,” I said flatly, rolling my sleeves over my tattooed forearms.

“But I’m your Chosen. I beat out the other girls. I thought you were supposed fuck me in celebration.”

“Already got that T-shirt.”

“What the fuck does that mean?”

“Means I’m not interested in that sloppiness.”

“You motherfucker. I hate you.”

“Join the club.”

A glass vase whipped past my head and shattered against the wall. “That’s fine. I’m not waiting for you to pull your head out of your ass. I am a Chosen. I deserve to be treated like a fucking queen. Maybe I’ll go see if Archer wants company tonight.”

“Good luck with that,” I chuckled darkly.

“You don’t think I could have Archer if I wanted.”

I turned around to face her, walking her back against the wall. “I think Archer is going to throw you out on your ass, and that’s only if his Chosen doesn’t stab you first.”

“That bitch Mila can’t hold a candle to me.”

“That’s where you’re wrong. That ‘bitch’ Mila is probably sucking Archer’s cock at this very moment. And when she’s done, Archer will worship her like the queen she is to him. She’s the whole goddamn package. But don’t take my word for it. Go and find out for yourself if you don’t care for the land of the living.”

“Maybe I will,” she sneered.

“Good. At least then you won’t be here to annoy me anymore.”

“Why did you choose me if you didn’t want me?” she whined, stomping the marble floors under her feet.

“It was more of a formality to do what is expected of me,” I told her.

The truth echoed through the air, a heavy weight that hung over us like a looming storm. The Hunt was more than just a reward. It was a sacred ritual bestowed upon us by our forefathers. It served a purpose, just like we did. An outlet for our primal urges, and a chance to select our future queens—the one who would stand by our side as we claimed our thrones. The way we conducted The Hunt and chose our consorts was far from a simple game. It was a test, a ritual, and a declaration of power. It revealed the deepest desires and the darkest secrets of those who participated.

The problem was, Haven should have been the one in Maddie’s place—victorious and straddling me as she rode my cock in celebration. But instead, she remained a forbidden secret that I could only keep hidden in the shadows. Her identity had to be kept from Archer, my brother and future king, to whom I was loyal. I had never betrayed his trust before, but here I was, sneaking around with the daughter of our greatest enemy.

And yet, when I saw her that night, moving seductively around that pole like a flame dancing in the darkness, I was hooked. She imprinted herself onto my dark and twisted soul, becoming a slow and steady poison that I couldn’t resist. Deep down, I knew she could ultimately destroy me—but then again, I’d never been one to back down from a challenge.

I pressed the doorbell outside Haven’s apartment, feeling guilty for returning later than planned. Archer had unexpectedly accelerated The Hunt, and I was forced to pick Maddie and some random chick from the college. I think her name was Sandra or Sarah. It's something equally dull. I didn’t care what the outcome was for me. It didn’t matter. What mattered was getting back to Haven and exploring what we started.

There was no answer.

I put my ear against the door, hearing no movement inside. I looked around before pulling out the key I had made for her apartment, letting myself in. The only light came from her vanity, where her makeup was strewn haphazardly. Her clothes from earlier were still on the floor of her bedroom. But something caught my eye as I stepped back into the living room.

Lying on the ground next to her couch was a small piece of black fabric. As I bent down to pick it up, I realized it was her underwear—torn in half. Had she fucked someone after I left? The thought sent rage coursing through me. Without thinking, I stuffed the torn underwear in my pocket and stormed out of her apartment, slamming the door behind me.

Before I even made it to the elevator, I speed-dialed Theo’s number.

“What’s up?” he answered cheerfully.

“I need you to track her phone and send me the link.”

“Who? Haven?” he questioned.

“Who the fuck else?” I snapped.

“Jesus, chill out. I’m tracking it now. It looks like she’s at a frat house on the campus of St. Mary’s.”

“A frat house?” My anger turned to confusion.

“Yeah. It looks like the ole Pi Kappa Alpha boys are throwing a party for all the girls who didn’t get picked for our Hunt. It’s all over Instagram, actually,” he explained, typing away in the background. “That’s funny.”

“What’s funny?” I asked as I straddled my motorcycle and pulled on my helmet.

“Oh, it’s just everyone is dressed up in costumes and wearing masks. There are so many pictures and a lot of half-naked chicks. It looks like your girl is there dressed like some Victoria's Secret angel with a blonde girl. Her username is Candylandxxx.”

“She’s one of the strippers at the Collectors Club,” I grumbled, opening up Instagram to search for her profile. The most recent photo was of Haven posing with Olivia near a pool. The next was a video Olivia had taken of Haven dancing in the middle of a group of guys. I could have crushed my phone in rage when I saw them groping her and rubbing their dicks against her ass.

“You okay? Want some backup?” Theo asked.

“I don’t need backup.”

“Fine. Do you want company then?” he countered.

“Sure. Race you there.”

“You’re on.” Theo hung up the phone.

I pulled on my helmet and revved my engine as I sped toward Haven.