Mated To My Best Friend's Lycan Alpha Brothers-Chapter 139: You Are An Exception

(Author’s POV)

Gathering herself, Myra walked inside Brave’s room with resoluteness. But what she saw flustered her a bit. Yona, the maid she was familiar with was inside Brave’s room.

What flabbergasted her wasn’t Yona’s presence alone but what she was actually doing. That maid was sitting on Brave’s bedding, leaning forward as she her fingertips lingered on Brave’s bare chest. Myra couldn’t see her facial expression as her hair was concealing it but that touch made her feel extremely uncomfortable.

Before she knew it, words full of authority and slight jealousy flew out of her mouth, "What are you doing, Ms. Yona?" She was a bit unsettled.

Yona, who was caught up in her act, got up from the bed in hurry, lowered her head and started making excuses immediately. She was so busy drooling over Brave that she didn’t even hear Myra’s footsteps or her entering the room.

With a flustered look on her face, she mumbled her apologizes and excuses, "I am sorry. Young Master Brave was sweating, so I was just helping him by wiping his body." Her voice was betraying her reasoning. She sounded guilty, as if she had committed a sin.

All of a sudden, she realized something, lifted her head to see Myra standing there with an intense gaze. Yona’s mind raced with odd thoughts, ’What is, this bitch doing here? I thought it was Nora or one of the siblings who came to look for their brother. And wait~, wasn’t she inside the study room with others? Plus, why the hell she is talking to me in that aggressive tone? Who the hell does she think she is?’ Her forehead creased as her entire body language changed in an instant.

The next second, she was back to being her normal professional self as she smiled curtly and asked Myra, "Do you need something, Ms. Miracle?"

This time, Myra frowned, seeing the look on Yona’s face change just like a chameleon changing its color. Her transition was so quick that, for a brief moment Myra thought she was imagining Yona’s disapproving expression.

Myra collected herself and asked in a mild tone, "I heard there was a professional caretaker for that. So, why are you doing it and where is she?" She inquired as she kept observing the maid. She looked at Yona’s hands which were empty, which cleared her doubt that what she saw wasn’t what Yona told. She was about to question Yona about that.

But, before she could say anything or Yona could reply, a new face came out of the bathroom and looked at Myra with a puzzling expression.

Yona had already seen Myra’s eyes lingering on her hands. She relaxed and replied in a friendly manner, "Ms. Miracle, this is the person you are looking for. His name is Ethan Gate and he is the one who is taking care of our Young Master." She introduced them, "Mr. Ethan, this is Ms. Miracle, a guest staying at this mansion." She didn’t mention that Myra was the famous ’goddess daughter’ all of the pack members have been talking about. After all, almost all of the Moon Shine Pack knew about Myra, after Nora’s birthday celebration. She dismissed her as a mere regular guest.

Myra politely nodded as Ethan reciprocated the gesture back. Then he busied himself, monitoring Brave’s vitals. As for Yona’s inquiry, Myra didn’t reply to her. She was a little irritated by her presence, which was odd.

She ignored her and tilted her head to look at Brave. His gaunt but peaceful figure lying in bed. His face was little pale, his lips slightly chapped. As for his bodily injuries, they didn’t seem as severe as it was a night before. His wounds were rather slowly but steadily healing now, though they still were there. But he looked a lot better than the last time Myra saw him.

The stark contrast of what Brave was looking now from yesterday night made Myra feel guilty of her verbal accusations towards him.

The person lying in front of her, tried to attack her, that was a fact and it won’t change anyhow. But he didn’t do it intentionally nor consciously. This thought was eating her up. She took small steps towards Brave’s bed and asked Ethan without looking up from Brave’s face, "Mr. Gate, how is Brave’s condition now?"

Ethan wasn’t quite familiar with Myra and he didn’t want to disclose too much details in front of her. So, he just causally but respectfully replied, "He is faring well."

Myra didn’t think much of it and was relieved to know that Brave was alright. At this moment, the door opened again as Elio entered the room as he asked Ethan, "Is there any progress Ethan? Is Brother Bra~"

He had sensed Myra’s fresh floral scent but he thought it was coming from her room. He didn’t expect to see Myra inside Brave’s room, He stopped midway and asked, "Uhhhh~ Myra. What are you doing here? I thought .... umm~...... I thought, you were in your room." He was flustered to see her beside Brave.

"Mm~mmm ...... I just ...... I just came to check up on him," she uttered in a mere whisper, almost inaudible.

Elio didn’t know what to say, so he turned towards Ethan again but when he saw there was someone else inside the room beside and Myra. He paused and asked with a stern voice, "Don’t you know, no one is allowed inside this room without permission? Ethan~, didn’t you tell her that?"

Myra thought he was talking to her, she was about to reply but when he saw his gaze wasn’t on her but on Yona, she stopped. Ethan fumbled with his words, "Young Alp~, I mean young master, I apologize for my negligence. Ms. Yona just came to give me water." His eyes faltered as he lowered his head in shame. There were strict instructions that no one other than family members were allowed inside Brave’s room. But Ethan overlooked it.

Elio pressed his lips, glanced at Yona coldly and said, every word enunciated with sharp edge, "Yona, mother has instructed every staff member not to come to this floor. Tell me the reason for your breach of this instruction? I am sure you were aware of it."

Yona couldn’t meet Elio’s eyes as she fidgeted with her fingers anxiously, posing a helpless and innocent figure. Her eyes watered as she sniffled a bit, her voice turning hoarse, "I am sorry, young master Elio. I crossed the line." She didn’t dare to make any excuses in front of him.

Elio, though without any particular reason, wasn’t very fond of Yona. Actually, there was one. Yona, when she came to the pack house, her first target was Elio. She perceived him as a naïve wolf who was an easy target for her. But that thought backfired on her badly.

Within a week of her arrival, she entered Elio’s room, with an excuse to tidy it up and tried to initiate conversation. Elio was barely seventeen and didn’t like talking to opposite sex very much. Yona, however, saw that as an opportunity. In her mind, no rivals meant that if she somehow managed to please Elio, he will be totally smitten by her. After all, she was a pro at that stuff.

But Elio Everests was a tough nut to crack. The day Yona tried to make a move, he reprimanded her, forbidding her from entering his room. She ran away sobbing as Elio has humiliated her thoroughly.

After that she changed her target to Dion and avoided Elio as much as possible.

"If you are done serving. You may leave," Elio’s voice was firm and authoritative.

Yona’s face turned red as she was embarrassed in front of both Ethan and Myra. She clenched her fist tightly, gritted her teeth in annoyance and replied, "Yes, young master." She looked at Myra, who didn’t give much reaction. Yona was seething inside but still walked out of the room while thinking, ’Why is she inside the room, if only family members are allowed? This bitch is always there, arghhhh ....’ Her calmed her down, "Relax Yona, we will send her in hell. It won’t take long.’

Elio walked towards Myra as he asked Ethan, "What’s the status?"

"The patient’s vitals have been stable. His wounds are also healing but the progress is slow," Ethan replied with a professional tone.

Elio nodded at him.

Myra’s voice interrupted them, "I will be taking my leave now." Elio turned around and said, "Wait~, why are you suddenly leaving?"

"Uhhhh~ ... I just came to see him. Now, that he is fine. I should go. And also, I am not allowed," Myra stated as she looked at Brave one last time.

Elio pressed his lips together, licked his lips as he said, "I didn’t mean it for you. You are an exception in that rule." He enunciated every word meaningfully.

Myra was stunned at his implication as she raised her head to meet his intense greenish blue gaze.

They looked at each other wordlessly.

To Be Continued . . . . . . . . .