Mated To My Best Friend's Lycan Alpha Brothers

(Author’s POV)

Meanwhile in back in Esteria, things went back to normal for Myra. After doing such laborious work all day, she was thoroughly exhausted.

Although, her mind was still drifting off to Fabian’s warning and that newbie’s weird smile every now and then but when she cozied inside her duvet, sleep embraced her

There were few bad dreams but unlike last night, it wasn’t as scary and didn’t make her restless all through the night, which was a welcome surprise for her. She has been experiencing quiet a few terrible dreams from the past few days.

The next day, she woke up on her usual time and went for her routine morning run.

On the trail, she tried to look for Elisa amongst the crowd of students from the sports department, but there was no sign of her. She was just curious and asked Elisa directly and not keep on playing the guessing game.

She went to Cassie, wanting to ask her about Elisa’s whereabouts but Cassie was busy with Kevin so Myra didn’t disturb them.

With no success on Elisa’s matter, she returned back to the house, bathed and prepared a simple breakfast for everyone. Toasted bread, cracked wheat porridge with warm milk, roasted vegetables and scrambled eggs, flattened savory rice with peanuts.

As soon as she started plating dishes on the dining table, Sandra came out of her room, followed by William.

”Why did you prepare breakfast again, hmmm? I and your dad could have done that. You already have morning classes to attend, you will be tired,” Sandra commented when she saw the hearty meal.

”Mom, it is no hassle, I like doing this. This way I get to hone my cooking skills, plus, you and dad will be having a packed day as well, with all that kitchen work. So, let me handle this at home,” Myra gave a reassuring smile yo her mother and walked back inside the kitchen to carry the steamed flattened rice.

The three of them ate their breakfast while having some light talks. As for Yelena and Wendy, they didn’t have any morning classes so, they were sleeping in some more. After finishing her meal, Myra said her goodbyes and walked out of the house.

The main campus was at some distance from her place and as Fabian wasn’t accompanying her today like usual, she could feel the distance expand even more. She glanced around as she passed by few neighboring houses. Someone was watering their plants while wiping their windows clean and spotless. A lady was walking down her miniature beagle. Myra greeted her like usual, ”Good Morning, Mrs. Johnson.” And the lady’s reply came with a wide smile, ”Morning Myra, why are you alone today? Why didn’t Prof. Stephens accompany you?” Although, the lady meant no harm but there was an underlying meaning behind her words.

Myra, oblivious of her gossipy intention, gave her a casual reply, ”Prof. Stephens is a busy person. How is Prof. Johnson now?” The dog fondle Myra’s legs as he purred with delight. Myra patted his head, caressing his fur as he squealed in joy.

”Zachary is doing alright. Whenever you have spare time, feel free to visit him. He has been itching to give lectures. Right now, I and Shero (dog’s name) are getting the brunt of his teaching obsession,” Mrs. Riya Johnson told Myra as the latter chuckled.

”Thank you for inviting me, Mrs. Johnson. I will when I have time. Ugh~ ... I am running late for my morning class. I will see you, again,” Myra bowed and departed.

”Do visit, hmm. Make sure to bring Prof. Stephens with you as well,” Riya Johnson spoke as Myra was walking. ’Her and Prof. Stephens really look good together, like love birds, perfect couple.’

Myra didn’t comment and just walked away giving her a brief smile.

She reached near the morning class and heard one of her professors had started taking roll calls. ”Shit~ .... I am late,” she cursed under her breath as she scurried to the class.

Myra was never late class not just be she was punctual but she had to maintain a good record for her scholarship. And this particular professor was strict, a nitpicker. ”Myra Miracle~ .....,” he called her name but when he got no answer, his nose scrunched into a frown.

”Yes, Prof. Mitchell,” Myra came running, panting as she stood the doorpost.

Before the professor could verbalize his disapproval, Nigel Long, the one who disliked Myra spoke first, ”Ohhoo~ ... Prof. Mitchell, the star student is getting lazy and complacent day by day, because of few praises and good scores. She can’t even come to your class on time.” His words were spiteful, as he rolled his tongue with deliberate mock.

Myra pressed her lips tightly, biting back her words.

Oswald Mitchell smacked the table hard, ”PREPOSTURES~ ....” his words echoed inside the classroom, everyone was stunned by the sheer force of his voice. Myra flinched as she lowered her head, ready for the scolding. Oswald continued, ”Mr. Long, do you disregard me as your professor? Or do you find yourself so learned that, you could speak on my behalf.”

Nigel’s face fell in an instant, he gritted his teeth, seething in anger as he said, ”I apologize for my behavior, Prof. Mitchell.”

”What are you standing there for? Need an invitation or something .... get inside fast and take your seat. I don’t have all day,” he spoke, his words harsh.

Myra with her head still lowered, thanked him and hurried away to take her seat.

Nigel gave her a dead stare but she ignored him like he was some useless housefly.

The lecture went on smoothly with no other incident. After the lecture got over, Myra gathered her books and stationery and followed Prof. Mitchell.

”Prof. Mitchell~ ....” Myra called out.

Oswald halted his steps and questioned her upfront, ”Ms. Miracle, what is it this time?” He kept looking at his wrist watch as if he was in a hurry.

”I apologize for my tardiness. I will make sure this won’t happen again,” her words were full of remorse.

Oswald arched his right brow and commented, ”You need to be on your toes, Ms. Miracle. Don’t make the same mistake twice,” saying this he walked away without giving Myra any chance to reply.

Myra gazed at his receding back and sighed in relief, ”At least, I didn’t get a demerit point.”

She went to wash her hands, when she heard two girls talking amongst themselves, ”Why did Prof. Stephens cancel his lectures? Do you have any idea?” she sounded disappointed.

”Don’t know much about it. Just that, it will be like this for a week or two,” the other girl chimed. Then, lowered her voice, whispering, ”The word has it that he has to accompany some distinguished guest coming from overseas.”

”Esteemed guest from overseas? Do you know who?” The other girl inquired.

”Nahh~ .... I just told you what I knew, I heard it from my dad. Hey~ .... But don’t tell it to anyone,” the girl’s murmured.

But to their utter dismay, Myra has already heard their conversation. She walked inside and washed her hand, pretending like she didn’t hear a thing.

Their eyes widened as they realized someone must have heard their earlier gossip, they scurried away with their tails between their legs, ”Did she hear us?”

”What is she did? She is close to Prof. Stephens. She must have already known.”

As the door closed, Myra mumbled while looking at her hands which were under the tap, water running over them, ”Overseas guest? Must be someone really important that he had to postpone his lectures for a week. I guess I will be not be seeing him for a while.”

*Ring ..... ring* .... She soon received a call from Wendy.

”Hello, Wends, what happened?”

”Sis, where are you? I and Yelena sis are standing outside the cafeteria. Come fast,” Wendy’s voice sounded urgent and before Myra could reply, the call disconnected.

She tried calling back but Wendy didn’t pick up. She got tensed and hurried towards the cafeteria.

But when Myra reached the destination, she saw Yelena and Wendy whispering to each other, they didn’t notice her coming.

”What happened? Why did you call me so urgently?” Myra inquired.

Seeing that she has arrived, Wendy bit her lips and looked at Yelena while the latter said casually, ”She was just messing with you. Wendy, don’t you have a class in ten minutes. Go away ...... shoo~”

Wendy wanted to say something but when she looked at Yelena, she held her words and went away.

”What was all that about?” Myra questioned Yelena with curious expression, ”Wendy, doesn’t play like this? There is something you guys aren’t telling me, right? Yel, Spill it.”

”Ohhh~ .... Your sister just loves to make a mountain out of a molehill. That one is dramatic, I tell you,” Yelena muttered casually.

”So, what is it?” Myra was adamant to know. ”That, Wendy is being so ’dramatic’ about.

To Be Continued . . . . . . .