Mated To My Best Friend's Lycan Alpha Brothers

(Author’s POV)

”I will~ .... rea~lly .... jump~ .... And~ di~e,” Myra mumbled in her sleep. Her voice filled with raw agony. And for Alex, this was the last straw. He rushed back to her side and tried to break the cycle and get her up from her deep slumber.

He called out, his voice came out low, ”Myra~ ... Myra~. Wake up .... Wake up. Myra~ ..... you need to wake upppppp~ ...”

But Myra was too immersed in her ghastly nightmare that she didn’t hear a single thing. She was soaked profusely in sweat. The affliction on her face was a testament to her internal struggle.

Alaric pulled at his own hair, trying to get a hold of his wolf, ’Stop it, or else you are going to make things worse. Did you forget what you promised, Alex?’

Unfortunately, Alex was too engrossed in Myra’s emotion. It was affecting him deep within. But he knew he shouldn’t try to touch Myra to wake her up, because that would definitely make the situation worse. So, even in this desperate scenario, he tried to restrain himself.

But Myra’s voice, full of pain, was getting louder and clearer. In an almost bellowing voice, she grunted, ”Arrrgghhh .... I .... won’t .... back .... down .... Never.”

Both Alaric and Alex were feeling her pain as her intense emotions were amplifying her natural scent, making the smell overwhelmingly potent. This phenomenon happens when someone is going through vehement emotions and has lost total control of themselves. But its occurrence was as rare as water on the sun.

At the very moment when Myra was aiming at the darkness with the wooden stick, Alex held Myra’s shoulder, his hand coming in contact with her bare skin.

And as their flesh came into contact, a static sensation sparked from their touch, which caused an impact that threw Myra backwards and out of her haunting dream.

Feeling the moment of weakness from Alex, Alaric took the reins back and dashed towards the window, hiding behind the curtain. Though he tried to do his best not to be spotted, his burly, tall and sturdy build wasn’t of much help. Myra immediately sensed something off.

As she was chugging down water, she suddenly stopped for just a brief, tiny moment and then mumbled something about getting warm water from the kitchen. But her cautious actions told Alaric instantly that she had already sensed his presence. She was sharp as ever.

As alert and astute as Myra is, she remained calm and collected even in the face of danger and made her way out of the room. She even made sure to lock the door from the outside, and then Alaric heard her sprinting footsteps.

He, too, wasted no time and leapt out of her room. After running continuously and getting to a safe distance, he halted his steps and looked back towards Myra’s house. He then started bashing Alex, left, right and centre, ”What the fuck did you just do there, Alex? Are you out of your freaking mind? Did you lose your sanity completely? You even ignored my words.” Alaric was full of anger as he reprimanded his wolf thoroughly.

In a small, almost inaudible voice, Alex said, ’I just lost control. But Al, I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t see our mate in pain. I just couldn’t~ ... Did you not feel it~ .... her distressful state? Did you feel absolutely nothing? Tell me.’

Alaric didn’t give any answer to that. He just, in a very frustrating tone, remarked, ’Shut up~ Alex~ .... I don’t want any of this nonsense from you again. I shouldn’t have agreed to come here.’ He shoved Alex back in his mind and totally blocked him out, not giving him any chance to counter.

Slicking back his damp hair, Alaric glanced at his hands for a minute in silence. The very hand that came in contact with Myra’s shoulder. The softness of her skin, the warmth~ .... It still lingered on his fingertips. Closing his eyes, he just muttered, ”DAMN .... This is truly frustrating,” and then returned to the hotel.

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Inside the Demon world, in the realm of nightmares, chaos erupted as the dark, unrecognizable figure was thrown off guard by the sudden brute force. The other small demons surrounded the darkness, as the person in question grunted, ”Ughhhh~ ... tskkkk~ .... arghhhhh~ ....”

The murmurs and chatters arose around him, ”Did you see that blinding light? I have never witnessed something like that before.”

”Yeah~ .... Seriously. I didn’t know such an ordinary human could have such elephantine power,” another infernal servant spoke. ”Even someone with the status of the Marquis of Hell was thrown off by that. That’s insane.”

Though their voices were hushed, they still reached the person they referred to as the Marquis of Hell. With a thunderous roar, he uttered, ”SILENCE~ ... foolish beings. You dare to mock me and my authority.” And with a quick as lightning flick of his hand, the gossipmonger minions turned to ashes.

Others looked at their crumbled dust in pure horror. Not a single soul dared to utter a word. The silence was so profound that you could even hear a pin dropping.

The darkness, who was now in his actual form, rose to his feet. He gave everyone a chilling death stare, and soon everyone dispersed from the scene, fleeing away.

”Lord Aamon~ ... Lord Aamon~ ... the Queen has returned,” an unusual looking demon came rushing towards him and informed him.

Aamon, who was blazing with fury just a minute ago, did a complete one eighty degree turn. Shrugging his cold attitude off, a smile as radiant as that of an angel formed on his alluring lips, as he asked, ”Elisa has finally come back?”

”Yes, she is expecting you,” the demon told him.

Aamon’s excitement touched new heights as he dusted his robe off and marched straight to where Elisa was. There was a slight spring in his steps.

Soon, his shadow demon took him to a desolate place, where Elisa, who was still in the clothes from the party, was waiting, her back towards him.

Hearing the familiar footsteps, she turned around and said, ”Marquis Aamon~ ... I~”

Aamon interrupted her words as he rushed forward to give her a tight hug. The hug was so passionate, so sensual, that it felt as if they were having sexual intercourse. The nether demon quickly turned around and closed his ears and eyes.

”Marquis~ ... what are you~ ...” Elisa felt his breath on her neck as he embraced her. He cut her off again and said, ”Do you know how much I have been waiting for you?” His breath came out laboured as his lips touched the crook of Elisa’s neck.

”Marquis~ .... I am suffoc~ating,” Elisa uttered. This snapped Aamon out as he pulled himself from her. Then he commented, ”I got a little carried away. But don’t talk to me so formally. Call me by my name~”

Then, with a hand gesture, he made his nether demon vanish and spoke again, ”My Queen~ ... call my name~” he looked at her with expectant eyes.

”Aamon~ ...” Elisa called out. Listening to his name coming from her lips made Aamon gasp; it was more like a stifling moan. He then took her right hand and kissed her fingertips, ”Yes, my queen.”

”Aamon ... listen. I don’t have much time. I need you to do something for me,” Elisa spoke, her voice serious.

The Marquis reached out his hands to hold her neck as he slowly traced her soft skin and uttered, ”You just need to say the word. And I will do anything. Even if it means burning down heaven, earth or even hell.”

A smile appeared on Elisa’s lips as she said, ”You need not do all that. Just lend me your powers.”

Her words made Aamon pause his actions. Her neck tilted as he looked at her with a confusing look, ”What do you~ .... What do you mean? My powers~ me .... they are all yours.”

”No~ .... No~ .... I want you to lend me your demon powers,” Elisa clarified.

A sharp, impenetrable glint flashed in Aamon’s eyes as he asked, ”What for~ Are you planning on taking my powers and then throwing me off? Are you enjoying the warmth those bastard wolves are giving you? Are you so used to their bodies that you want to discard me? Am I~ .... in any way~ .... inferior to them?” He tightened his fingers on her neck.

Elisa’s expression didn’t change. She remained unflappable and imperturbable as she said, her voice flirty, ”A~amon, how can a demon as unequalled as you~ ... be inferior to anyone. Those shallow Lycans .... they don’t even stand a chance in front of you.” She pressed his chest and drew circles on it as she continued, ”You know why I approached them.” She fed his ego. ”I am just going to borrow your powers.”

With only these words, Aamon loosened his grip instantly and knelt down on one knee, in front of her, ”My queen~ ...... your wish is my command.”

To Be Continued . . . . . . . .