Mated To My Best Friend's Lycan Alpha Brothers

(Author’s POV)

*Trigger Warning: Violence Mentioned*

”B~ ... bo~ .... boss~ ....” The other vampire stammered, looking at the person in front of them. ”Who the fuck is that?”

Leroy scowled, ’Fuck~ .... who is here to disturb us .... now.’ He then looked dead into the person’s eyes and said, his voice casual, ”Whosoever you are, just fuck off before I rip you apart.”

Clouded by the sheer bloodthirst for Myra’s blood, he didn’t notice the obvious changes in the person’s eyes. His sharp brown eyes were now glowing and burning like live charcoal.

Brave glanced at the floor where Myra, still bound to the chair, was lying flaccid. The mere sight of her like this made his blood boil to a hundred degrees Celsius, and in that moment, all hell broke loose.

Raw took over Brave’s body instantly. All three vampires gasped at this sudden transformation. They were minor vampires, meaning they had barely been vampires for two to three years at most. So, they were relatively new to this and weren’t aware of much about other beings or their existence.

Now, in his half human, half werewolf state, Brave~ ... Raw, they were a sight to behold. It was something unreal.

None of them had seen anything like that before. They were left not just stunned, but horrifically stunned. Raw didn’t waste a single second and pounced on them. His eyes brimming with sanguinity. His claws aimed for that talkative Larry’s throat. He snarled in his face, clutched his neck, as his sharp, piercing nails dug deep into it. Then, with a single strike, he ripped it apart without missing a beat.

Larry screamed in agonizing pain, holding his bloodied neck, ”AAAaAAAAAaAAa.” He fell on the floor and started convulsing violently. His eyes rolled and turned upwards. Apart from howling and hollering, he wasn’t able to utter anything.

Next was the other vampire; he, just like Larry, didn’t stand a chance against someone as powerful as Raw. He was a Lycan after all. Raw held his shoulder and bared his claws in it. The vampire tried to fight him off, but it was of no use. His chest was savagely dug open and pierced diagonally. He then held his face and twisted his neck, once~ .... twice~ .... thrice~ .... Then he gouged his eyes out one by one, his action filled with raw viciousness.

The vampire screamed, cried, begged for mercy, but nothing worked against the power of Raw. He too collapsed on the creaking floor, the cruel act, the excruciating pain, hitting him like high voltage current.

Finally, Raw glanced at Leroy Burton, their leader. His gaze murderous, ferocious. Apparently, while he was on his way here, he had heard everything. What fucking disgusting things they were spouting to her and for her. What they wanted to do with Myra. Each and everything.

Leroy, with genuine fear in his eyes, backed away, though his words came out solid. He was still trying to threaten Brave, ”You~ .... do you know who I am? Don’t you fucking dare to come closer. I tell you. I am a vampire. A blood fangs vampire. The Vampire King is my~ ....” he wasn’t able to complete his words before that Raw had reached him.

Raw smirked at his brazenness as he grasped him by his chin, his sharp nails ploughing in his cheeks. Blood trickled down his face as he was now suspended in midair. Raw kept his eyes on Leroy while his other hand moved to his bottom half.

He gave Leory a baleful look, and the next second, with brute force, he plucked his crotch from his skin like he was picking an apple from a tree. Leroy shrieked and bellowed, but Raw didn’t let him go. In that moment, he had completely lost his mind and turned insane. He was ready to tear Leroy’s body into bits and pieces, but out of the blue, he heard Myra’s breathing. It was low, shallow, but it was there, and that was the most important thing.

He threw Leroy to the side, whose body landed on the wall with a thud. The back of his hand banged against it as blood trickled down.

Raw then approached Myra quickly. The ghastly state she was in made him feel like a million ants were crawling in his heart. The overpowering scent of her blood was making him mad, sad, anxious and whatnot. He was about to touch her, hold her, but realized his hands, or rather his claws, could hurt her even more than she already was.

Raw swiftly changed into his full human form. Brave, now back, wasted no time and carefully snapped the cable ties dangling Myra’s wrists and ankles. He unknotted the rope tying her tights and took her in his arms.

As soon as he touched her, he felt a spark. A spark he had been craving for, a spark he had been waiting for. The scent of her sweet, luscious blood had already wrapped his mind around it, but now that he touched her bare skin, the emptiness he had felt in his heart seemed to have been filled.

”MATE~ .... MATE~ .... MATE~ ....” Raw yelped inside him. The missing piece of the puzzle, completed in that moment.

But this wasn’t the time to rejoice. Myra’s breathing was barely audible. She was on the verge of kicking the bucket, and he was on the verge of losing his mate once again. Both things were unacceptable to him. He wouldn’t let anything happen to her.

He rushed out of the room, carrying Myra in his hands.

Outside, someone has been waiting for him. As soon as the person saw him with Myra securely in his arms, they said, ”Mr. Everests, don’t worry. You take her to the hospital. I will handle the things here.”

”Will you?” Brave asked.

”Of course, this is one of the things I am good at. That’s why Chairman Larson hired me in the first place. You rest assured and go. I will take care of it. You go,” they replied. The tone was soft and reassuring. So, Brave departed.

To Be Continued . . . . . . . .