Mated To My Best Friend's Lycan Alpha Brothers

(Author’s POV)

”SHUT THE FUCK UP, HENRY! ... Didn’t I warn you beforehand? But what the hell did you do, huhh?” Mark poked a sharp finger at Henry’s chest repeatedly. ”Instead of listening to my words, you straightaway disrespected the owner’s guests. God dammit, you fucker~ you fool. Do you even understand what you have ruined? Amy Garcia~ .... she is never going to forgive either of us for what happened today.”

”But I didn’t know those two were with her. You will also agree, Uncle~ ..... they clearly didn’t look the part. Their clothes were too shabby~ .... I was just~ ... ” He was still trying to uphold his discriminatory stance on the matter, but Mark struck him hard, across the face.

A crisp slap mark was imprinted on his left cheek as the manager roared, ”ENOUGH! ... Enough already. Just because you are my nephew, I helped you get this job despite you not making the cut in any way. But now~ ...... water has well passed the safety net. I can’t vouch for your mistakes anymore. It is costing me my everything. So, you will have to listen to me. And not just listen~ ... but act accordingly as well.” He was furious at this stupid nephew of his.

Dion, who was listening very keenly, raised his eyebrows at the mention of the famous ’Amy Garcia’.

After all, one of his prestigious works was bought in an auction by her husband, Sebastian Garcia, which he later gifted to Amy, who was supposed to be a huge fan of ’dev-ine’, his alias. He got curious and wanted to meet his diehard fan.

Meanwhile, the manager continued, ”Come with me to ’the Haute Fork’ and beg Mrs. Garcia and those two girls for their forgiveness. Even if you have to kneel or grovel at their feet, just do it. Do everything they ask for to salvage the situation. Now~ come.”

The Haute Fork was the restaurant Amy had taken Myra and Wendy to after the earlier fiasco. The manager had somehow retrieved this information and wanted to do everything in his power to keep his job intact.

Henry and Jack, the two security personnel, were dragged by the manager.

Although Dion was hungry, Amy Garcia’s identity piqued his interest much more right now. He had heard Amy’s name more than once in the past twenty four hours, but not once was he able to meet her in person. So, now was his chance. So, he followed them discreetly. Plus, he wanted to see the drama unfold as well.

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”Ma’am, can I take your order?” the waiting staff asked with a professional tone.

”What do you both like, Myra~ ...... Wendy~?” Amy asked while sliding the menu towards them.

Myra, without looking at the menu card, said, her tone remained courteous, ”A regular club sandwich, please.”

Amy narrowed her eyes as she shook her head, ”Just a sandwich? Ohhoo~ .... That won’t do at all. You were already feeling dizzy because of your car sickness. And a sandwich~ .... it isn’t even a proper meal. It’s lunch time. Why don’t you look at the menu and see whether there is anything to your liking?” she insisted.

Although Myra was hungry, she didn’t want to impose on Amy more than she already had. She muttered politely, ”I just want to have something light.”

Listening to her reasoning, Amy didn’t push her any further, but she added, ”If you do feel hungry, order right away, okay?”

Myra nodded in understanding. Amy then shifted to Wendy, who had, more or less, the same reply, ”Anything would do. I am not very particular.”

”You too~ ... ahh~ okay. I will order for you then, hmm,” Amy hummed. She then opened the menu and leisurely started ordering dish after dish.

When Myra and Wendy heard her long, never ending list of orders, their mouths were left agape. Amy must have listed around twenty different courses, if not more. Some of the cuisine’s names they were hearing for the very first time. Needless to say, they both were flabbergasted.

Wendy got a little flustered and said, ”Mrs. Garcia, you don’t have to add so many dishes.” She pointed out. ”It will be too much to finish.”

”You said anything would do~ ...... now don’t back out, ahh~,” was Amy’s reply.

Wendy didn’t know how to answer that. The waiter noted and asked, ”Anything else, ma’am?”

”Uhh~ .... yes. Don’t add sesame to any of the dishes, please,” Amy instructed. The waiting staff nodded, said, ”Your dishes will be served soon,” and went about their business.

”Are you allergic to sesame as well?” Wendy asked. Amy was about to reply, but Wendy added, ”My sis is allergic to sesame as well.”

Amy took a brief pause as she glanced at Myra’s way, who was looking straight at her. She took a sip of her sparkling water and uttered, ”Uhhh~ ... ahh~ ... Yes. I am allergic as well. Are you, too, Myra? What are the odds? Haha~,” There was a slight hesitation in her manner of laughter.

”Yeah, what a coincidence. Although it isn’t severe for me,” Myra stated in a matter of fact tone.

Amy then hurriedly changed the subject. She looked at the two and gave them her heartfelt apology, ”Myra~, Wendy~ ... whatever happened outside the restaurant earlier, I want to apologize for that formally. I shouldn’t have left you there.”

”Mrs. Garcia, that incident wasn’t your fault at all. You don’t have to~ .... feel guilty about anything,” Myra stated with sincerity.

”Yup, it wasn’t yours, but those mannerless~ shameless~ brazen~ classist~ fault. Those utter Scumbags. Why are you taking the blame for them? It is not like that was your restaurant or something,” Wendy added as she wrinkled her nose, thinking about the earlier incident. Her expression turned ugly.

Amy’s eyes flickered at her comments. She was about to say something, but before she could even utter a single word, a staff member approached their table and said, ”Sorry to disturb you, ma’am, but someone is asking to meet you, Mrs. Garcia.”

”Me, who could ask to meet me here, of all places?” Amy inquired.

The staff shook their head.

”I am having lunch with my guests and don’t want to be disturbed. Please, can you ask whoever it is to book an appointment and meet me another time? Thank you,” Amy remarked.

The staff member took her answer and went to convey it to the other party. Three minutes later, as Amy and Wendy were in deep conversation regarding an exhibition, that staff member, along with Amy’s bodyguard Harris, came again, their face complicated.

Harris called out, ”Ma’am~” he then lowered his head, leaning towards her ear to say, his voice a mere whisper, ”Mark Crew, the manager, is making a fuss outside the restaurant. Those two guards are with him as well. As per your orders, I have asked the accounting staff and HR to terminate their contracts and settle their salaries, which is why they are here to create a scene.” He explained.

Amy didn’t say anything. She just got up from her seat, gave Myra and Wendy a polite smile and said, ”I need to settle a business. It will take me just a few minutes. I will be right back.” Saying this, she headed out of the private room.

Both Wendy and Myra looked at her departing figure and then at each other with perplexed expression, as Wendy spoke, her voice hushed,” What was that about? Is there some problem?”

”How would I know?” Myra replied.

The curious cat, Wendy, wanted to see what the matter was. She excused herself, saying, ”Ohhh~ ...... I need to use the loo. I will just be back in a jiffy.” Saying her piece, she didn’t let Myra reply and went out of the room as well.

Myra did not mind. Now that she was all alone in the private room, she felt another wave of dizziness. The earlier conflict, the tension, and the anxiety had eased up a bit, so she was feeling a little lightheaded.

She took a sip of cold water, but that didn’t really help. Closing her eyes, Myra kept her head down on the table top, as she murmured under her breath, ”I should have just politely declined Mrs. Garcia.”

Meanwhile, outside the Haute Fork, the trio were making a huge scene, shouting and begging to see Amy.

A huge crowd had gathered as the security guards were trying to throw them out.

”We just want to have a talk and apologize properly. Pleaseeeeeeee~ ..... please don’t discard us~ don’t discard us like that,” the manager was yelling, his voice pitiful and choking.

Amy stepped out. Her earlier sweet, friendly expression was gone, replaced by an icy, cold glare.

Crossing her arms, she said, her voice loud, clear and authoritative, ”Mark Crew~ didn’t you receive the orders. I have already made my stance clear. So, what’s all this?”

Finally seeing Amy, Mark rushed towards her.

Although Harris stood between them like a wall, blocking his path.

To Be Continued . . . . . . .