Mated To My Best Friend's Lycan Alpha Brothers

(Author’s POV)

”Why are you wearing your uniform again, Yona? You are not even on night duty for tonight? Did something happen?” Yona’s roommate Tracy Rover inquired from her when she saw Yona dressing up again.

Yona whose face was concealed, rolled her eyes, turned around to look at Tracy. She then eyed her with a penetrating gaze for a millisecond and in an instant changed her facial expression to showcase a genuine looking smile to her. She replied, her voice polite and gentle, ”I just recalled some work I haven’t finished yet. Ohhh right ...... Tracy, can I use your lip tint. I can’t find mine right now and I need to go urgently.”

At the packhouse, despite it not being any rule or anything, most of the she wolves preferred to look impeccable in front of the owners, especially the brothers. They were highly sort after and no one wanted to pass the opportunity to impress one of them and be their mistress, if not mate. So, doing light make up and using lip tints at all times weren’t odd.

Tracy rummaged through her stuff and handed it over to Yona without complaint. She really thought of her as a friend and she was a newbie who was getting trained by Yona as well. So, she wanted to be in her good books.

Yona gave one of her signature smiles to her and said, ”Thank you so much, Tracy. Ever since you came to the packhouse my life hasn’t been that hard.”

These words touched her roommate. After all, Yona had told Tracy her sob story. How she joined Moon Shine Pack. How she escaped her rogue life. So, Tracy sympathized with her in that regard.

”Don’t be too late,” Tracy told her.

”Ummhmm~ ...... I will finish it quickly,” saying this Yona applied her tint generously, making her look sexy and attractive. She smiled at Tracy and went out of the room. As soon as she got out of her room, her smile turned creepy as she thought, ’She is such a moron and opportunistic bitch. Better not give her any job related to the Everests gods otherwise, she will try to get in one of their pants.’

She scurried away towards the stairs and went to Dion’s room. As she reached outside his room, she plastered a smile on her face and knocked on his door, ”Young master Dion, you called for my services.”

In front of others or in public spaces, she would always call out Dion with his title but once she was alone with him, she would call him master. She found it more alluring and kinkier, like some kind of roleplay.

After a long pause, his reply came, ”Come in.” His voice was normal, no excitement, no urgency.

But Yona didn’t think much about it, she beamed at his words and got inside quickly. She had been craving for his member. It has been several days for her. Due to which, she has been under a lot of stress. So, she was thrilled that Dion finally called for ’her special services.’

Dion was sitting on his couch, leisurely sipping his rum and reading some documents. He didn’t raise his head even once. He was wearing a casual ivory shirt, halfway unbuttoned. His head were slightly wet and curled from the edges. His pinkish lips were well moist because of the rum and his saliva. She looked at him with a hungry gaze as she licked her lips.

Soon that gaze turned into something else as she stood there awkwardly. With each passing second her face changed color from visible excitement to confusion and then to embarrassment. He wasn’t even acknowledging her presence and kept his head down, looking at the document. It was as if she was not even in the room.

Feeling frustrated, she composed herself and mumbled, ”Master Dion, you asked me to come to your room immediately.”

Again, without even giving her a single glance, Dion just murmured a low, ”Hmmm, I did.” She waited and waited but he didn’t add anything further to his words.

Yona’s brows furrowed at his behavior. She was bewildered with him. This has never happened before so after thinking for a while she came to a conclusion that he just wanted her to take the initiative.

Thinking like this, she smiled seductively, loosened her dress from her cleavage and without any word walked towards Dion. Her steps were slow and provocative as she approached Dion, her mind clouded with intense lust. Even her wolf got excited and horny, her eyes changing color and becoming darker by a shade.

Dion didn’t say a word and just buried his head in the document.

After reaching at a certain distance, she untied her hair, freeing her luscious waves. She got down on all her fours and starting crawling towards him like a wildcat.

Dion was sitting with his legs wide open, so it wasn’t difficult for her to get access of her most coveted place. She was dying to have it in her mouth.

She extended her hand to untie the knot of his jet-black joggers but all of a sudden Dion grabbed her hand and asked, his voice low and gravelly, ”What ..... are ..... you ... doing?”

Yone was expecting that. She got flustered and fumbled with her words, ”I ... ummm .... I just ..... I thought you wanted~ .... tskkk.” She couldn’t say anything as Dion was holding her wrist a bit too tightly.

Pressing her lips to conceal her pain, she was back to her charming self and said in an enticing voice, ”I just wanted to help master’s member to be free. It looks like it is suffocating inside and is calling out for help.”

With his tongue poking his inner cheek, he stared at Yona for a while. Yona thought it is working, so she continued, ”So, master. May I?” saying this, she bit her lips.

But reply that came was what she wasn’t expecting. Dion shrugged her wrist roughly and said, ”And who said you could do that?” His voice was filled with contempt and a slight disgust.

Yona lost her balance and tumbled backward, landing on her butt, her arm getting scratched by the corner of the table.

”Mas~ master,” her eyes turned watery as she gave Dion an innocent look. ”Did I .... Did I do something wrong? Did I offend you somehow?” Her voice hoarse and shocked with every word.

She couldn’t understand why Dion was behaving in such a way. ’That bitch is not even here. So, why is he acting like this towards me? Has he found something about me? Is he getting suspicious again? Is this the reason he is being so distant with me?’

Dion stood up from the couch, distancing himself from Yona, he wiped his hand off his joggers and commented, ”I called you to inform you that your night services are no longer needed.”

Yona’s breath hitched as her eyes widened in shock. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. ’No ..... no, no, no, NOOOOOOOOOOO. This can’t be happening. Why is his saying that.’ She panicked.

Getting on her feet, she asked, ”Master, Master Dion, don’t abandon me. Have I don’t something wrong? Are you somehow displeased with me? Tell me, tell me and I will change it. Please, don’t forsake me.”

She has meticulously planned to be by Dion’s side and even sent rogues to kill Myra, so that there will be no hindrance. She couldn’t let all of this go to waste.

”My words are final, Yona,” Dion stated sternly. ”If you wish to continue, you can work inside the packhouse or I can recommend you to another job. But this impudence of yours will have to stop now.”

Yona’s blurt out without thinking, ”I want to stay, master. I don’t want to go anywhere.”

Dion smirked at her. He knew what her answer would be but he still gave her a choice. Now that she has chosen her option, it was easy for him to track the people behind her.

Seeing his smirk, Yona had mixed feelings. For a second she thought Dion was merely testing her. But that smirked was soon changed into indifference. She gulped down hard and lowered her head. She maintained her facial expressions but inside she was fuming. She refused to back down but for now she had to retrieve herself and approach Dion again.

Sniffingly to show her weak self, she uttered, ”I will follow your orders, but can you tell me what the real reason is?”

Dion chuckled softly at her pretense, ’So, you won’t back down, umm?’

”I got bored of you. Is this reason enough? Now, get out and don’t come into my room without permission,” Dion barked not showing any consideration.

Yona wanted to scream but held it in. She turned to the side and started walking towards the door with a dejected look. Her hair were disheveled and she looked messy, humiliated.

To Be Continued . . . . . . .