Mated To My Best Friend's Lycan Alpha Brothers

(Author’s POV)

”Your Majesty, the Everests have arrived in Esteria and are on their way to the mansion,” Chris Shadow, Jacob’s aide told him, who was leisurely sipping the red liquid in his wine glass as he watched the bright sun from his room’s balcony.

”Ohhh~ ...... have they? Then, isn’t it finally time,” Jacob mumbled casually as he took another comforting sip from the glass and gazed out at the sun again. He showed no signs of urgency and remained in his place.

”They will be here any minute, your majesty,” Chris Shadow pressed and reminded Jacob as he looked at his ’master’s’ clothing. He was in a navy velour bathrobe. His bare and pale, white chest was on full display and shining under the dazzling sunlight.

”Heh,” Jacob chuckled out of the blue. ”Isn’t it funny, Chris?”

’What is your majesty?” Chris asked.

”How those overrated movie people say, that Vampires are afraid of the sun and sunrays. Won’t they pass out is they saw me like that? Hahahhahah ......... it’s hilarious, how they don’t know a thing about us, yet they claim such and such nonsense in their movies. And what’s even more humorous is that fact that ....... the humans, they even seem to believe this nonsense ....... Hahhahhah, I have even seen someone put garlic in their pocket to keep vampires away. But that human would be shocked to know that I am not allergic to garlic, I even love it. You are a human as well, tell me. What do you think of this?” Jacob concluded while wiping off his non-existent tear from the corner of his eyes.

’Ohhhh, here he goes again?’ Chris wanted to roll his eyes. Jacob was at it again, rambling nonsense. He remained unhurried despite his assistant’s constant reminder.

”Don’t you think, these TED talks can wait for later? The Lycan Alphas will be in the mansion any minute. You should hurry up and wear something appropriate to receive them,” Chris nagged as he placed the obsidian black business suit he had selected earlier from Jacob’s walking closet.

Jacob, nevertheless was unperturbed by his aide’s words. He just swirled his glass and sniffed the aroma of his delicious Domaine de la Romanée-Conti Grand Cru, he mumbled to himself, ”Ahhhh~ .... How refreshing?”

As if remembering something, Jacob then shifted his attention towards Chris and inquired, ”Have you done what I asked you to do?”

Chris pressed his lips together, then opened his mouth slightly and spoke, ”Yes, I have already informed Master Fabian about the ’important’ matter. And just like you have expected it, he straightaway rushed to the office. He is still there and Ms. Queens have gone to pick up the Lycan descendants.”

As soon as his words were finished, they both heard a car’s engine roaring as a huge, unsettling smirk appeared on Jacob’s red lips which were moist and looked allure because of the wine he was having, ”He is here,” he stated while looking at Chris.

Soon Fabian came rushing inside his room, unceremoniously as he burst through the door and asked, his voice loud, ”What is the meaning of this, Mr. Larson? At first, you gave me the task to receive those werewolves and then you imposed that ’god knows who’ girl down my throat. Her constant advances made me uncomfortable but I endured.”

He was furious as he added, ”Although, I wasn’t on board and didn’t wanted to comply at all but I did concede. And now, you when everything was going fine, you, very cunningly,” he gazed at Chris and then continued, ”...... sent me to your office and sent that god forsaken girl, to receive those Lycan Alphas. Mr. Jacob Larson, what are you trying to play here?” He asked, his tone defiant.

”Master Fabian, calm down,” Chris tried to mediate but Jacob stopped him as he stared at Fabian from head to toe.

”You looking fine, aren’t you. Like a true proper, Larson, my heir. You should wear more suits in the future,” Jacob commented without a care in the world. He wasn’t offended by Fabian’s words as at. Or rather he was expecting his reaction all along. After all, he had raised Fabian and knew him like the back of his hand.

Fabian’s eyes narrowed as he clenched his jaw tightly, ”You haven’t answered my question yet? Why are you doing this?” His chin tilted upwards as he asked again.

With his hands placed on his chin, Jacob started, ”Ummm~ .... I don’t understand why you are so worked up, Fabian. Haven’t I told you before? You have a terrible temper. You should work on that.”

”MR. LARSON,” Fabian couldn’t contain his fury towards Jacob as he roared.

The carefree smile on Jacob’s face disappeared, replaced by a devilish, sinister look, ”FABIAN STEPHENS, you should keep your temper in check?” He stated while arching his right eyebrow, ”Or should I show you, how to?”

Fabian bit his lips, to the point where his lips chipped and blood filled his mouth. He clenched his fist as they turned colorless. But he didn’t say anything.

Jacob continued, ”I did give you the responsibility but what did you do? You sneakily made sure that those werewolves don’t enter the vicinity at Red Stone. Didn’t you?”

”I just .... I just don’t want them to come near the Clan’s estate. I want the meeting to be held on a neutral ground, nothing else,” Fabian started giving explanation.

”Is Crown Opulence a neutral ground? Or is Esteria a buffer zone? Or are you simply too afraid of them? Jacob inquired, his tone back to being light.

”Afraid of whom? Or them? Such gibberish,” Fabian retaliated.

”Aren’t you? What is the problem, then?” Jacob pried even more.

But Fabian refused to answer.

Then, Jacob added, ”Or have you not let go of the past after all these years, Fabian?”

Fabian’s eyes flickered at the mention of the past. He contracted his jaw and hitched his breath.

Jacob saw the look in Fabian’s eyes and changed the topic, ”Anyway, I don’t think there is a problem. Uhhhh~ ...... Chris was telling me that those Lycans were on their way to the estate. They will be here soon. Prepare to receive them.” Then he gave Fabian a once over, ”Wear something appropriate, hmm~ ...... What are you waiting for? Go, get ready.” Jacob shoed him away.

Fabian gave Jacob a glance, then shifted his gaze to Chris, who raised both his hands as if in surrender. He then left Jacob’s room, his footsteps loud and imposing.

Jacob shifted towards Chris and asked, ”Am I wrong? Shouldn’t this lad restrain his temperament a little bit.”

”Your majesty, you shouldn’t have mentioned about the past events. He must be feeling down because of it,” Chris suggested, his voice somber.

”Fabian isn’t aware of a lot of things and thinks that what he knows is right. He really needs to learn a thing or two, to survive, to come out on top,” Jacob stared at the door which was slightly ajar.

He then got up and said, ”Let’s go, greet our guest.”

”YOUR MAJESTY, you can’t greet the guests wearing that,” Chris was horrified. He knew how Jacob was. He doesn’t care much and can go out wearing just a bathrobe.

”Ohhh come on. You are being too uptight. If someone hears you, they will think you are my boss,” Jacob joked.

”Your majesty, pleaseeeeeeee ...... I insist. It will be very disrespectful towards our guests,” Chris pressed. He vowed to not let Jacob leave the room in his current attire. He hurried towards the bed, picked up the clothing and shoved it into Jacob’s hand, ”Wear this. I especially handpicked them for you. And hurry,” and without giving Jacob any chance to speak, he scurried out of the room and closed the door.

Jacob sighed while exhaling a tired breath, ”He nags way too much.” He then looked at the clothes in his hands and mumbled, ”I guess, I don’t have a choice.”

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Fabian went back to the room, which had his clothes and basic essentials. He didn’t live in the mansion but there was room prepared for him. He huffed and puffed as he slammed the door shut, ”Arghhhh~ ... everything was going according to the plan. But now .... Everything has gone estray. Shit ...” He banged at the study table in his room, the contents tumbling down and scattering.

He checked the time and mumbled, ”She must be attending her class right now. Should I leave a message saying not to leave the main campus? No ...... I cannot do that. She will definitely ask for the reason. She might get suspicious if I press her.”

Fabian tousled his hair frustratingly and added, ”Nothing will happen. They will be here soon and they can’t trace her scent in all that crowd. I should better hurry and change.” He walked toward his walking closet. As he entered, the sensor lights illuminated, showcasing a display full of branded, luxurious formal wear, casual clothes, fancy ties, premium watches and custom made footwear.

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