Mated To My Best Friend's Lycan Alpha Brothers

(Author’s POV)

Dion was caught a bit off guard. He didn’t expect Jacob to catch on, even in this state. He decided to lay bare his thoughts, ”Your majesty, Jacob, Secretary Chris just told us that while he will be away, Prof. Fabian Stephens will be handling the mansion affairs. Can I ask you the reason why you trust him so much? He is a human with little to no experience. So why?”

”Dion~ ....” Brave was quick to give him a side eye.

”What? We are here to safeguard the Vampire King and ensure his surroundings are unharmed. So, it is only right that we know thoroughly about each and every member who is close to him, especially someone who will have the reins in his hands. What if~ .... what if he tries betray us or set us up? Then what?” Dion voiced out. ”You know it is always the enemy that is within that tumbles the entire castle. Internal betrayal destroys even the strongest fortress.”

To be honest, Brave was curious as well. But he felt it wasn’t right to ask anything personal.

”I understand your concern, Young Alpha Dion. If I were in your place, I would think like that too. But you can rest assured. That child~ .... he would never blow the whistle on me. He is, after all~ ...” he was about say something, but a series of violent coughs restricted him to say anything more.

Iris worked on him immediately. Another healer said, ”Young Lycan Alphas, Princess~ .... please~ ....” He gestured for them to step out now.

As they reached the door, in a weak, hoarse voice, Jacob said, ”Take care of~ .... him. He is a special one.” Then he fell into another spell of slumber.

The three of them stepped outside, as they found Fabian anxiously waiting. He asked, ”How is Chairman Larson?”

”His majesty has fallen asleep once again,” the sub healer told him and then with a curt nod went back inside.

’Did Jacob Larson call him special? What is so special about him for them to trust him so blindly?’ Drey remarked. ’To me, he seemed completely ordinary.’

”Young Alphas, Princess~ .... your luggage had been sent to your designated rooms. Let me show you the way,” Gunnar came and told them formally. The three of them followed him, but as they were about to turn around the corner, Dion took a glance at Fabian, whose hands were fisted, eyes reddened, as he was unconsciously hitting the side of his abdomen repeatedly.

As soon as Dion reached his room, the first thing he did was to make a call to his secret aide.

”Hello, Anya, I have another task for you. Find out detailed information about the person named Fabian Stephens. He is a professor at Red Stone.”

”On it, Young Alpha,” Anya, as always, took her orders. He then inquired, ”What about the matter I asked to unearth?”

”I am looking into it. By tonight, I will give you an answer,” Anya said perfunctory tone. ”Okay~ ....” Saying this, he disconnected the line.

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”Speak,” Myra muttered while she stared at Alaric with her arms crossed.

Alaric looked around, as they stood face to face in the middle of the vibrant, flowery path, he commented, ”Isn’t this place too conspicuous and a little too romantic? Don’t you think so?”

Myra didn’t change her expression, didn’t answer him, just kept her hazel eyes dead set at his sapphires.

He exhaled a sigh, rolled his eyes and mumbled, ”Fine~ ... alright ... whatever.” Once again, silence surrounded them.

Myra waited and waited, but when Alaric showed no sign of opening his mouth, she spoke, her words blunt, ”Mr. Everests, do you even have anything to say, or are you just trying to waste my time here? If not, I will be taking my leave.” As she rotated to depart, Alaric uttered, ”Weren’t you curious about the person who sent that evidence to your professor?”

Her steps halted midway, as she instantly looked at him with a sharp gaze, ”You know about that person~ ....?”

”Ummhmm~ ....” Alaric hummed leisurely, a lazy smile gracing his lips. ”Of course, I know him.”

”Who is it?” she asked.

”If you are so eager to know, supplicate me~ and I will tell you right this instant,” he tried to tease her.

From his words and cocky expression, Myra had already chalked down who the person was. Giving her hair an exaggerated flip, she said, ”You know what, Mr. Everests. I don’t want to know. If the person wishes to stay anonymous, then let them be,” She gave him a sarcastic smile.

Alaric found her words whimsical, as he added, ”Ohhh no~ ... no~ ... He can stay nameless for others. But for you, no, absolutely not. After all, he helped you get that freak out of your hair and saved your reputation. Don’t you think you should thank him properly?”

Myra drew her lips together in a thin line, the words of gratitude stuck in her throat. Of course, she wanted to thank her helper, but now, seeing the smug look on Alaric’s face, she was hesitating. Releasing a heavy, defeated breath, she mumbled, softly, almost inaudibly, ”Thank you~ ....”

”Huhh?” What did you say? I couldn’t hear you quite well,” Alaric tilted his head, sticking out his ear, a clear sign of goading.

”I said~ ....” Myra toned her voice two notches louder, ”Thank~ ... you~ ... Mr. Everests.” Saying this, she closed her mouth and bit on her lower lip unconsciously.

”Ayeee heyyy~ .... are you just going to give a rather perfunctory word of gratitude for such a significant help, hmmm, Myra~ .... You are not being sincere at all,” Alaric said impishly, probably aiming to provoke her. ”Try to be a bit more creative. I know you can do it.”

”For you~ ... Mr. Everests, it’s Ms. Miracle,” she shot back. ”I know you are a busy person, and I am too. So, let’s get straight to the point and just tell me, what do you want in return and get over with?”

Alaric carried a sly smile. He then feigned contemplation for a while, his right hand stroking his chin, ”What do I want in return? You tell me~ ... what you can give me?”

To Be Continued . . . . . . . .