Mated To My Best Friend's Lycan Alpha Brothers

(Author’s POV)

After spending some time out in tranquility, the girls return indoors. Nora was still resisting any kind of eye contact with Myra; her emotions were just all over the place. She wanted some alone time desperately, so she made an excuse, ”Aaaa Ra-ra, mum just messaged me, and she’s calling for me. I’ll ask a maid to take you to your room. Is it alright with you?”

”Don’t fuss, I will be fine on my own. It’s just minor stuff. And why are you being all formal with me, go ahead. It must be something important, don’t make her wait any longer” Myra replied with a genuine smile.

”Are you sure, it won’t be a hassle?” Nora confirmed.

Myra shooed her away. ”Just go.”

”Thanks see you tomorrow, sweet dreams” Nora relaxed, gave Myra a flying kiss while striding away, disappearing quickly.

Now, Myra was all alone in the vast living room. For a moment, she sat there observing the place.

It was full of famous paintings and art works and fancy stuff. She moved closer to one and found it to be an authentic Carter’s work (a worldwide known and proficient realism painting genius); it was the only piece in the whole damn world. The description and all the related details were mentioned below the artworks.

She dragged her wheelchair along and was awestruck and amazed at the large display of illustrations, each one better than the former. Although, she was a total novice in this field but even she have seen the displayed works somewhere on the internet in some list related to ’Top Artworks in the World’, they were all top notch.

Myra dragged herself even further and found a portrait, a family portrait to be precise, which was hung at the end of the row. She gazed at the Everests family picture and mumbled, ”They really are blessed and loaded with genes, and loaded literally too, haha.”

The image looked straight out of a royal family, everyone wearing some distinct clothing and elaborated robes, posing like one. The theme for everyone’s attire seemed to be purple and gold.

Observing that, Myra knitted her brows, ”Am I imagining it or the Everests like this color combination. Even Nora’s birthday gown was in the same color and her brothers coordinated with that. Are they obsessed with it or something along the line? Must be something only super rich people do, like owning the colors.”

Myra was getting curious, so she got up and analyzed the portrait thoroughly, brushing her hand on the oil painted portrait. Nothing was out of the ordinary, apart from a pin or brooch that the entire family was donning.

Each Everests had a small golden hued werewolf faced accessory on their garments. This made Myra frown even more. ”Does Nora’s family follow some cult thing? Ahhaa, now I get it. That’s why her brother calls himself an Alpha. Anyways, it is kinda weird. But who am I to judge.”

Losing interest, Myra sat on her wheelchair and turned around to depart for her room. But the werewolf symbol was still embedded in her memory.

As Myra was about to reach her room, she felt that someone was staring at her. She looked right and then to her left, but wasn’t able to find the source. Straightening her head awkwardly, she mumbled, ”Maybe, I need rest, imagining things again.”

Then, she continued and again felt someone’s intense glaring. She held the handrails tightly, her knuckles turning white, anxiety creeping up on her.

Myra got up and did a three sixty degree turn but still there was nobody in her line of sight and there was absolutely pin drop silence. ”Am I being paranoid?” she murmured to herself. ”Or is someone really following me?” Thinking in such way, she could feel sweat beads forming on her forehead.

All of a sudden Myra remembered the figure she saw standing in the forest from her room’s balcony, those red glaring eyes were horrifying and she was feeling exactly like how she felt then, horrified.

Then, without wasting any time, Myra took the chair and started sprinting towards her room, her steps hurried. She didn’t even sit on it.

The continuous glaring was nerve wrecking for her. She swiftly opened the door of her room, got inside at once, and shut it tightly, even locking it.

Resting her back on the door, Myra panted heavily; her whole body was shaking unconsciously. After tuning her nerves down, she turned and peeped from the lock hole, in order to be extra careful. Once confirming no one was out there, she released a breath in relief.

At the end of the endless looking hallway, a person was showcasing a devilish smirk and sneering at Myra’s frightened and disheveled state.

”This bitch may seem tough and all outside, but is just a scaredy filth, nothing else. In no time, I’ll have her beneath me. Dare to take my place, dream on, you fucking peasant” Yona uttered with pure hatred, her nostrils were flaring, her wolf getting agitated.

Yona was fuming when she got to know about the night trip. Her initial thought was to stop Myra anyhow, but she didn’t get any chance eventually and the crew departed for the camping trip.

So, she made a plan and bribed one of the omega’s to mix and increase the alcohol content in the Lemon drink. She knew for sure that, none of the Everests were going to drink a simple low alcohol contained beverage. And the lemon drink was the only one which was free of any wolfsbane as well.

Yona’s traces were fully covered and due to Myra’s low alcohol intolerance, no one suspected the drink. But when she heard about the aftermath of it, she was livid beyond measures. The omegas on duty, gossiped about how, not only Myra fell into the water after drinking heavily; she was rescued by the Alaric Everests, who was known to be a distant and ruthless Lycan.

One of the omegas even added about how Elio gave her CPR and Alaric providing her mouth to mouth and after all that Dion was the one who carried her in his arms to her tent, like she was his lover. This made Yona instantly curse, ”WHORE.”

The omegas agreed with Yona not because what she said was correct or something but they were opposed to serve a mere human. Regardless of their ranks, they were still werewolves and most of them didn’t like associating with a lowly human. And all the young masters seemed attracted to her, so they were envious of Myra.

The traces of jealousy and wrath were oozing inside Yona and consuming her fully. The thought of tearing Myra to pieces was all over her mind not letting her think clearly. She wanted to remove the thorn once and for all and by all possible means.

So, raising her eyelids slowly she said in a provoking tone, ”Don’t you all think, she needs to be taught a strict lesson on how the hierarchy works in our kind?”

Another omega, her subordinate named Lecce chimed in, ”She thinks just because she is princess’s longtime friend that she’s above all of us. And even trying vicious tricks and seducing our Alpha young masters as well. We need to take action, and educate her on how things work here. That mudblood needs to know her place.”

All the other omegas, though some reluctantly and some willingly, agreed with them and started devising a plan.

To Be Continued . . . . . . . .