Mated To My Best Friend's Lycan Alpha Brothers

(Author’s POV)

Sara started taking small steps toward Alaric, who was stiffly standing near his now closed suitcase. With each step that his mother took in his direction, Alaric swallowed hard. His hands were tucked behind him, hiding Myra’s blood sample. He tried to maintain a composed façade outwardly but inside he was in full on panic mode.

His mother continued, ”You weren’t at home so you don’t know it yet. I called Myra today and had a bit of a chat with her. I explained to her the current situation regarding Brave and the test that Greg conducted earlier today. Although, I asked her to visit Kimberg and she refused but she was up for a phone call.”

Alaric was still perplexed by what his mother was trying to convey to him. Half his mind was on the suitcase and the bottle he was concealing from her. He told Sara that he didn’t understand and she gave him a detailed description about their conversation.

As her words finished, she stood right in front of Alaric’s rigid figure and looked straight at him, ”Al, show me what you are trying to hide.”

Alaric’s eyes fluttered with dread, he fumbled with his words, ”Mo~ mother, what are~ ...... what are you talking about? What will I even hide from you?” He laughed nervously trying to shrug off her suspicion.

Sara gave him a stern once over and extended her hand, ”Alaric.”

”Mother, it is really nothing,” Alaric protested. Although, he wanted to sound calm but it came a pitch high than his normal tone. He was in a bit of shock, not expecting anyone to come at this hour.

”Even if you don’t show, I already know what it is,” Sara spoke, her voice carrying something making Alaric hitch his breath even more.

”Yo~ you do?” Alaric asked, his eyes wide. ’Can she smell the scent? Even I cannot,’ Alex muttered inside Alaric’s head. He was freaking out as well.

”Of course, I can already see it,” her gaze landed beside him. His attention turned towards the same direction. Sara was looking at his silver, code locked suitcase. ”You are going to work again, isn’t it? Alaric, you need rest from time to time. Everyone is worried about you. Brave is already~” her eyes shifted to his other son, her expression turning solemn. She continued, ”he is already not in the best of condition and you~ ...... do you want to work yourself to death. Nora has been worried sick for your health as well. It is already way past midnight and you even brought office documents home to work on them.” She reprimanded him thoroughly.

Alaric’s eyes flickered when he heard his mother’s words. He released a heavy sigh in relief and smiled, ”Ok, mother. I won’t bring any office work to the packhouse and will take care of my health as well, I promise. I won’t worry you,” he assured her. ’So, she is just guessing. Phew ... dodged a bullet.’

But his relief was short lived, Sara extended her hand once again, ”Hand over the documents to me, now.”

He pressed his lips tightly, thinking of something to distract Sara, that was when her phone started ringing, the ringtone echoing inside the quiet room.

Sara looked at the display and surely enough, it was a call from Myra. Her focus shifted towards her phone. She pulled her hand away and turned to the other side to pick Myra’s call. It was enough time for Alaric to open the case, put the bottle back in and close it again. His hands were flash as lightening. It was as if he had gained a new special ability. He was that quick.

Alex, though initially nervous, cracked up at Alaric’s swiftness. He found the entire scenario hilarious and couldn’t hold back. Alaric grinded his teeth at his wolf’ laughter, ’Shut up, Alex. Or I will cut you off completely.’ He was irritated.

Alex held his laughter in and questioned, ’Ok, I won’t laugh. But, what’s next? What will we do now? Do we wait and try again or do we just drop the plan altogether?’

’Let’s see how it goes with mother’s plan?’ Alaric replied back. ’Maybe it will work and we won’t need to proceed with our plan.’

Sara was at some distance but the cheerfulness in her voice couldn’t be concealed, ”I am really grateful that you agreed to help Brave. I am indebted to you for this favor. I know it must be difficult for you but thank you, really.”

Myra was silent for a few seconds, she then said, ”You have done a lot when I was at your house. I am just repaying the favor.” She left it at that. ”Are you with Brave now?”

”Yes, I am in his room. Alaric is also here with me,” saying this, she waved at her son calling for him.

Myra stiffened at the mention of Alaric. She murmured, ”Ohhh~.” She paused and didn’t say anything for a while.

Alaric joined Sara, standing beside his mother. Sara asked Myra, ”Do you want to talk with him?”

Myra was quick with her reply, ”No need.” Her voice was a bit high pitched, reaching Alaric. He pursed his lips and was a bit gloomy to hear her instant rejection. She then continued, ”Ughh~ ... Sara ... I would prefer to talk to Brave only in your presence. Can you do that?” Her words were pregnant with meaning.

Alaric scowled bitterly. But Sara accepted her request, ”Sure, we can do that. But can we switch to video call? That would be more convenient.”

Myra agreed with Sara’s words and they switch to a video call. Alaric looked at his mother with disbelief. He stood rooted to his place.

Soon, Myra’s image popped up on Sara’s phone. She wasn’t smiling but held a polite expression. Only her upper body was visible. She was in her pastel green penguin printed nightwear shirt, her top button open, giving a clear picture of her smooth skin.

Her hair were slightly damp. The wavy and messy curls cascading down her face and ending just below her shoulders. From the phone screen, she looked radiant, like an ice beauty. Her face was flushed and pink because she was in a shower few minutes ago.

Alaric who hadn’t moved an inch gazed at Myra and gulped down hard. He simply couldn’t take his eyes off of her, she was shining. His eyes landed on her neck as Alex commented, ’She doesn’t look gaunt like before and even those gruesome marks on her neck are gone now. She has recovered well. My~ my, our mate looks so good even in her night clothes. Ohhh my moon goddess, such a serene beauty for a mate.’ He was completely captivated by Myra, Alaric’s eyes glowing with urge, his body reacting in a provocative way.

His joggers had an obvious bulge but thank the moon goddess, it was well hiding from Myra’s eyes and Sara was too busy talking with her that she didn’t notice.

Myra saw him from the screen and her whole body went rigid. Flashback of what went inside the forest and at the hospital reeled inside her head.

Sara saw Myra’s change in expression and turned around to see Alaric still standing there, his eyes glued to her phone. She stared at his son with a stern expression, ”Why are you standing here? Didn’t you listen? Go out of the room.”

Alaric flinched, listening to Sara’s words. He was busy ogling at Myra. He nodded, ”Yes, mother,” and went out. While walking, he could feel his stiff third leg. He scratched the back of his neck and turned around to look at Myra’s face one last time, as he walked out.

Alaric looked down at himself, feeling embarrassed. Though, he was out, his ears were glued to the conversation that was going inside.

The door shut softly with Alaric’s departure as Myra and Sara came down to the real business, ”Now, that the coast is clear, I will show you Brave.” Sara walked towards the Brave’s bed. She flipped the phone camera to show Brave’s sleeping figure. His chest rising and falling slowly and steadily.

Myra’s eyes flickered when she saw Brave. She felt something odd inside her, maybe it was sympathy or pity or maybe it was something indescribable, she couldn’t tell. But it filled her heart with sorrow.

Sara then flipped the camera again to the front screen and held it at some distance. Myra could now see Brave’s face more clearly as his mother said joyously, ”Brave, see who has called to talk to you.”

Though, his eyes were closed, Myra still greeted him politely, ”Hey Brave, it is Myra.”

They both observed Brave’s face but as usual there wasn’t any reaction. Myra was feeling quite awkward, not knowing what to say next. It was not a normal occurrence for her or anyone else to converse with a sleeping person. She was having a hard time finding the right words to speak.

To Be Continued . . . . . . . .