Mated To My Best Friend's Lycan Alpha Brothers

(Author’s POV)

”I am not, but I think you are.” After saying this, Aamon suddenly grabbed Myra’s hand and raised it a little.

Myra was caught unprepared by his abrupt movement and immediately, as a defence mechanism, tried to pull her hand away. Unfortunately for her, Aamon’s grip only became firm as he drew her near him. She was jerked forward, her face planted on his chest.

With his one hand now resting on Myra’s upper back, he patted it soothingly and asked, ”You feeling okay, Myra?” For a full three seconds, they remained in that position.

Myra got flustered and quickly withdrew herself from his unexpected embrace. Aamon, this time, didn’t attempt to tug her back. Before she could say anything, he apologised, ”I am sorry. Did I make you uncomfortable somehow? It was not my intention. You know, I just saw the bandage on your finger, and your face looked a bit pale as well, so I thought~ ....” He feigned an innocent puppy face.

The words that were on the tip of her tongue died down. She was about to give him her piece of mind, but seeing his regret filled expression, she couldn’t say anything. Closing her eyes, she rubbed her temples and said, ”I am fine~ ....”

After saying that, she remained mum. Truth be told, Myra had forgotten his name, and right now, her thoughts, her brain, everything were tangled in a chaotic mess. ”Uhh~ .... I~ ... have a class starting soon. I had better go.” She was about to depart when Aamon called out to her, ”You are not angry with me, right?”

Myra pursed her lips and, with a stiff smile, answered, ”No, I am not.”

”That’s good. Last time, I wasn’t able to get your number. If you are truly not angry, give it to me. Your number, that is,” he took two steps towards her, closing the distance between them. He then extended his hand, a gesture to ask for her phone.

Honestly, given the situation, Myra wasn’t sure of giving him her contact information. Technically, this nerd looking, handsome guy was still a stranger to her. She couldn’t even recall his name.

When there was no movement from her side, Aamon mumbled, making a dejected face, ”So, you are ... angry with me. I get it. I just~ .... I just wanted to keep in touch as I am new here and don’t know much about the place. Plus, you helped me the other day. So~ .... I just thought I could~ ....” His voice came out solemn.

Myra, who was weak against a soft approach, felt really bad for him. As she was in the middle of giving him her device, Aamon, seeking the opportunity, stretched his hand and took it. The tip of his hot fingers brushed against her icy, cold palm.

He happily inserted his number, made a call. His ringtone echoed in the nearly empty passageway. Aamon then handed her phone back. From there, she read his name, Aamon Dimitri.

”Okay, Aamon. I will be going, then,” and with that, she walked out of the passage and went to her class.

Aamon watched her receding figure. His eyes changed color as a cold, calculating glint flashing in them, ”Soft hearted humans. Idiotic, aren’t they?”

It has been three days since he came here, in the human realm, and he hasn’t seen a single hair of his mistress, his queen, his one and only beloved, Demon Queen Elisa. But he had been patiently waiting for her arrival while, on the side, forging a plan to mess with Myra.

After all, the time for Elisa’s powers, which he lent to her, was running out. In a few hours, she should be back in Red Stone’s vicinity. She had to. He was desperate to give her the surprise he had prepared.

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”Useless. Utterly useless, you are, Harry. You weren’t even able to bring a human here. Now, giving me excuses,” Brian exploded at the middle-aged man standing in front of him, whose head was lowered in shame.

”Elder Tape, please~ .... please forgive me. Give me another chance, I will surely bring her in front of you, this time,” the one named Harry said. He was the same person who had approached Myra before her morning lecture.

”Only one shot. Bring her to me by any means. And remember~ .... don’t let that mutt or anyone from the Larson mansion get a whiff of this thing. Got it. Otherwise, I will tear you to pieces and make sure to throw you in burning, raging fire myself,” Brian threatened Harry.

Harry gulped with nervousness but replied in the affirmative, ”I won’t disappoint you, Elder Tape. I will definitely bring her to you by tonight. Rest assured.”

”Now, disperse,” with the wave of his hand, he gestured Harry to leave.

Harry followed his orders and departed. As soon as he left, Brian called Catherine. After three rings, she picked up her call, her voice stoic, ”Yes, Tape, what is it?”

”Elder Richards, I have prepared a surprise gift for you,” he replied to her with excitement.

Catherine, who was literally in a bad mood, spat, ”Do you have so much free time, Tape? If you have, go and play yourself. Don’t fucking involve me. I am busy.”

Brain clicked his tongue and corrected him almost immediately, ”Ohhh~ .... I didn’t mean it like that, Elder Richards. I worded it wrongly. The gift I prepared can help you get the seat you rightfully deserve.”

”What do you mean?” Catherine arched her brows. She sounded curious, ”Help me with the seat? How?”

”I will tell you once I have fully gotten my hands on it. But, you surely won’t be disappointed,” Brian said with full confidence.

After what happened yesterday at the Larson mansion, Catherine was so furious that she wanted to kill Fabian then and there. But she knew that doing so would lead to a lot of complications. There was Silvia and that eccentric Vinicio, who had shown support for that Mongrel.

And, Jacob Larson, that guy, he isn’t dead yet, as well.

With him still being around, touching Fabian would be like digging her own grave.

To Be Continued . . . . . . . .