Mated To My Best Friend's Lycan Alpha Brothers

(Author’s POV)

After an hour of bathing and freshen up, Myra felt a lot better. She had her breakfast in her room as per Andrew’s order; she too didn’t wanted her mild injury to flare up any further because it could hinder her plan to return to Damona.

To pass more time, Myra played some Sudoku on her phone and after completing several rounds in a row, she got bored. She searched for something and found few magazines lying down on the couch table.

Myra flipped through some pages here and there and found some peculiar content labelled as ’A’ and found a familiar face with his striking features.

Noah was wearing an all-black three piece suit paired with gold and purple collar brooch and identical cufflinks, the image imprinted on it wasn’t quite visible, exuding an untouchable and dignified aura. The image was imposing, the facial expressions cold and unwavering.

Then she flipped some more pages and found a topic labelled as ’L’ and Sara’s image popped up wearing a gold hand embroidered gown, looking graceful as well as youthful at the same time. She was smiling in it. The elegancy was dripping from her picture.

The book was full of images of unknown males and females with content labelled as ’E’, ’A’, ’L’, ’B’, ’G’ and ’D’. It seemed to be like some photo book with names mentioned below the picture. ’When did this book come in my room?’ she looked at the book suspiciously. ’It doesn’t even have a name.’

Myra placed the book back, and didn’t divulged any more in it, more like she didn’t wanted to get involved in anything related to the Everests, for the sake of her own peace of mind.

She unlocked her phone and called her parents, ”Hello maa” she chimed as she spoke.

”Ohhh baby, how have you been?” Sandra uttered in an affectionate tone.

”I’m .... I’m doing well.” Myra didn’t want her parents to worry. ”How are you and dad and Wendy? How’s her school going?” she fired a flurry of questions.

”We all are fine. Wendy’s good too. She even won the all schools mathematics competition” Sandra declared proudly. ”You tell me, how’s Kimberg, how’s Nora’s parents? Do they~ do they treat her well? They didn’t bully you right?”

”They are .... They are all great people. They treat me well as well. Don’t worries, who can even bully your tigress, yeah mum” Myra laughed awkwardly while saying that.

Wendy snatched the phone from Sandra, excitedly she asked, ”Oyee sis, How’s Nora’s place, hmmm? Did you find any hottie there? I have heard there are a lot of handsome and well-proportionate guys there?” she teased her.

”Nora’s place is nice and cozy. It is located near the mountain so it is quiet and serene, surrounded with lush greens and~” Myra replied with a long pause

”Andddddddd, hmmm speak. What about the hottie part?” Wendy poked fun at Myra.

Myra chewed on her lower lip, thinking about the Everests brothers. Handsome was just an understatement to say the least. They were blessed with god like facial features, each of their eye colors were unique. Everyone had their own distinctive aura. And their body, it was like cherry on top. Their figures were sculpted by a seasoned sculptor.

Clearing her throat, Myra laughed at Wendy, ”Hahaha, the guys are so-so here. Where did you even hear it, huhh? Hottie? A guy should be anything but decent. What does a handsome and well-built guy have apart from appearance?” Myra said with a slight twitch of her mouth.

”Ayee sis, you are no fun. Decently handsome, gorgeous body and if he’s well off too, that is all worth it. Perfect blend” Wendy said matter of factly.

Myra’s mouth twitched even more at her words.

Sandra smacked Wendy’s head lightly, ”What nonsense are you spouting? I think I will have to ask your homeroom teacher to give more homework to you. Myra, don’t listen to her words.”

”Maaaaa” Wendy cried, ”Don’t spoil my hair style. It took me an hour to make it.”

Myra laughed loudly at Wendy’s antics, her younger sister was a total goof ball, the mood maker.

”Don’t worry mum.”

”Ohh yeah Myra baby, did you asked Nora about her~, umm hmmm, regarding James and Clara?” Sandra questioned expectantly.

Myra gulped at her words, remembering the conversation between her and Nora and how disturbed Nora was after that, she casually brushed it off, ”I didn’t get any chance to ask her. You know, she is not very fond of them. I don’t want to spoil her mood. She’s happy here. Let’s not dig up old graves.”

”Hmm, you are right. I was being negligent, my bad. So, when are you returning, we miss you a ton. Your dad constantly asks about when you are coming, what food they are giving you, how’s the living conditions, haha, like they are torturing you or something” Sandra state playfully.

Both Wendy and Myra scoffed at Sandra’s words; their dad was a worrisome person.

”If everything goes fine, I’ll be back in about three to four days at most” Myra replied.

”Aaaaaa, that’s great. Your birthday’s coming up soon. When you return, we’ll all celebrate it together, okay. Now, sweetheart I have to go out, take care of you, bye bye, love you lots.” Sandra said cheerfully.

”Yeah, we’ll definitely. See you, muahhh. Wendy, mum, byeee” saying this Myra ended the call.

The birthday which Sandra mentioned wasn’t her real one. It wasn’t even the one which they had in orphanage. It was the day Myra became the part of her adoptive family. It was the day she became an official Miracle.

On the other side, Nora was baffled by the chaotic mess which was brewing inside her. Aura kept on arguing with her, ’Nor, it is not the time yet. We can reveal our identity, but not now.’

Nora countered, ’It’s already too late. If I didn’t tell her now, she will truly be livid.’

’But are you confident, Myra will understand you in this? You know she doesn’t like lies. And this isn’t just some causal lie, you can simply reveal. It can have dire consequences. She may even not talk to us or worse. She may even cut ties with us. Can you really bear it?’ Aura queried.

Nora closed her eyes, taking a deep and long breath, she mumbled, ”I’ll see to it. Our friendship isn’t just for show. I believe she’ll eventually understand.”

To Be Continued . . . . . . . . .