Mated To My Best Friend's Lycan Alpha Brothers

(Alaric’s POV)

I dashed inside the woodland, my heart racing a mile a minute. Myra’s overwhelming scent coming from the forest, a girl’s agonizingly painful scream was making my heart palpitate achingly. I was feeling anxious but don’t know the reason behind it.

I brushed that feeling off thinking it was Alex and not me, ’Like how can it be me. I didn’t even like her.’ But the thought of happening something unspeakable to heart was tearing my wolf apart.

The cab driver’s pleading words remained in my head. If that middle-aged human’s condition was so severe, then what about Myra. The people who were after her what were they chasing her for. It was definitely not a coincidence. I could tell that, it was planned.

The smell of foreign werewolves was mingled with Myra’s annoyingly soothing scent which made my eyes turn darker, ’I need to find her.’ Alex too was getting antsy inside me, ready to jump any minute.

I was running and chasing and sprinting but the smell was everywhere so it was getting difficult for me to recognize where it was coming from.

Calming my nervousness, I halted my steps for a moment, closed my eyes and focused on the sound rather than her fresh scent. The scent had spread everywhere.

A faint voice of someone conversing at some distance could be heard. I promptly dashed towards the source. As I got closer, I could hear Myra’s shaky voice as another shrieking sound was heard. My fists were clenched unconsciously as the tingling in my heart intensified.

I was just about twenty meters apart from the scene when all of a sudden, my movements ceased on its own.

I was stuck in one place as if someone had casted a magical spell on me. My left foot was slightly above the ground but I could not move, even my eyes weren’t moving.

It was odd. I observed my surroundings and not just only me, but everything was still as if time had stopped. The falling rain, the leaves, flying birds, almost everything was frozen with time. I tried to free myself but failed. It was making me irritated.

I need to reach Myra but this damn magic was frustratingly binding me.

So, I decided to use my special ability to counter this situation but still, nothing happened. My entire body was still in that awkward position.

I looked ahead and could see a bulky body of a male wolf lying on the ground, his face down. A thin pair of legs were beneath him. Alex shouted inside me, ’It is her, Alaric. That’s mate. I will kill whosoever touched my Myra. I will tear that shit apart.”

He was cussing and growling in anger.

My eyes were fixated on her and to our astonishment, those frail legs could move. They were wriggling and wrestling but how was it even possible. I can’t even blink and she was moving freely, unbothered by that magic.

My attention shifted to the girl, who crawled from beneath that man and picked something up. It was clearly Myra her grunting voice echoed as she struggled in pain.

When she got up, I saw her limping. Her current condition which horrified me as well as riled me up to the core.

She was in her bra, the cuts and blood on her fragile figure was heartbreaking and angering me. Alex roared inside me. He was eager to break free but as we were trapped he couldn’t.

But what we saw next, was what we didn’t expect. Myra knelt before that werewolf and stabbed his chest with powerful strike.

She stabbed him continuously, without missing a beat as she screamed, her voice was heart rending, the pain and suffering in it was evident, ”No One Can Touch Me. Noo .... One .... I will not let anyone ruin me. No bloody human or wolf or anything will ruin me.” She wailed a battle cry and screeched. I could feel something shattering inside me as if my heart was about to burst.

I could clearly see her hands which were shaking violently but they were tightly gripping the weapon. Her blood painted hands, her tattered state, was making me feel helpless. Just like how I felt when Brave tried to take his own life.

I was not shocked to see her outrage but what surprised me, that a simple human like her had taken down a gigantic wolf on her own. Her aura, her roar, the intensity in that was wild.

I came back from my thoughts when Myra started laughing. I was bewildered by her reaction. She got up, raised her hand in the air and mumbled something and collapsed to the ground with a loud thud.

The minute she fainted, time started flowing again.

Without wasting any time, I rushed towards her and saw her jarringly half naked state.

Her face was pale, hair messy and tangled, her body was full of small injuries, her hands still tightly clutching that dagger.

Taking my shirt off, I covered her upper body and picked her up in my arms.

At one glance, I could tell her physical injuries weren’t life threatening but it still didn’t assure my storming wolf and my heart.

I mind linked the Janet Quinton, ”Come to the forest area on the way to the airport. There are bodies of two unidentified werewolves. And keep this information a secret.”

Janet and I were the same age and if you could say, we were close acquaintance. Within ten minutes, Janet arrived in her wolf form and that’s when I left with Myra in my arms.

But before leaving, I paused and turned around remembering something, ”Janet, call for an ambulance as well. There is a injured cab driver lying by the roadside.” Janet obliged and followed my orders, like a true Gamma, ”Yes, young Alpha.”

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(Author’s POV)

*Approximately Six Hours Later*

”No, don’t ... don’t to~ uch me. Get~, awa~y from ... me,” Myra mumbled in her unconscious state, her forehead creasing.

She jolted awake from her sleep, a painful grunt escaping her mouth. Her head was spinning and it felt like a train had run over her. Every fiber of her muscle was crying in pain, sweat beads forming on her forehead and dampening her back.

The sound of machines beeping in the background was the only thing see could heard in that unfamiliar surroundings.

The ivory-colored clean walls and the smell of antiseptic told Myra she was in some hospital.

She remembered the incident from earlier and her heart skipped a beat from sheer horror. Her body trembled in fear. She looked at her upper body which was now covered with hospital gown. Her eyes were rimmed red.

There was no one inside the massive room and Myra was too battered to call for a nurse. She couldn’t even lift a finger by herself.

”How am I here? Who saved me?” She questioned herself, lying on the bed.

As she was deep in thought, the door slightly opened and in came a man wearing a lab coat.

Myra eyes widened as she uttered, her voice hoarse and throaty, ”Don’t come close. I warn you.”

The doctor understood her condition and spoke politely, ”Ms. I am your attending doctor. Let me do a checkup, okay. I promise, I won’t harm you.”

Myra shook her head desperately. She took the doctor for an attacker and didn’t want him close, ”No, get away, get away from me, now.” Her warnings were turning hysterical. She was terrified for her life.

As all this was going, Alaric entered and saw Myra’s protest and doctor trying to get close to her.

He walked with hurried steps and grabbed him by his collar, ”What do you think you are doing?”

The doctor spoke, his voice filled with fright as his entire body shivered, ”I was just, I was just trying to perform a check up on the patient.”

Alaric shoved him away roughly and barked, ”Get a female doctor, now.”

The doctor scurried away, with his tails between his legs. He was already scared of Alaric’s status and his temperament and didn’t wanted to risk his livelihood.

Alaric reached Myra’s side, but she was like a hedgehog, not letting him get any closer. She kept repeating, ”Go away, go away.”

Alaric’s heart ached; he wanted to comfort her but Myra’s mental condition was unstable.

He dragged a chair from nearby and sat at some distance, ”I will not get any closer to you, relax.”

Myra looked at him with a skeptical expression, she asked him defensively, ”What are you doing here?”

”I~” Alaric hesitated. ”I brought you here.”

”How did you find where I was?” she fired another question his way.

Alaric sighed and told her, ”I traced your scent.”

Myra didn’t understand his words and made a confusing face.

She asked, her words full of suspicion, as her eyes widened, ”Was it you who sent those men after me? Were they your men?”

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