Mated To My Best Friend's Lycan Alpha Brothers-Chapter 140: I Wanna Have A Talk

(Author’s POV)

"I will be returning to my room now," Myra spoke softly.

Elio, hearing her words, turned around and said in a hurry, "Wait~, wh~ why are you leaving so suddenly?" He didn’t wanted Myra to go, rather he wanted to talk to her and apologize to her properly about his secret identity.

Intentionally or unintentionally, Elio was a part of breaking Myra’s trust and betraying her alongside his family. So, he felt obliged to show that he was sorry to conceal his werewolf identity.

Looking at Brave’s face, Myra answered, "Uhhhh ...... I just came to check up on him. Now, that I know he is fine and doing well, I should be taking my leave. And didn’t you say only family members are allowed here, in this room. So, I don’t want to impose on you any further. I will just go." She said it quite subtly.

She was about to turn around and walk out when Elio spoke again, his words pregnant with sincerity, "I~ I didn’t mean it like that. That statement wasn’t meant for you. You are an exception in that rule. You can stay as long as you want, Myra."

Myra was caught off guard by his meaningful words. She raised her head, matching his penetrating gaze which were already boring at her.

For a moment, neither of them spoke anything. They just stayed glued at their respective spots, staring in each other eyes intently. Elio’s greenish blues were intense while Myra’s hazel ones widened and dilated, in shock. She was left speechless by his words.

The room was filled with tension as Ethan could also feel it. He looked at Elio and then at Myra, trying to decipher the situation. He didn’t dare to utter a single word, he didn’t dare to breathe. Holding his breath, he tried to leave but somehow stumbled backwards, staggering a bit.

From Myra’s line of sight, Ethan was standing a few paces behind Elio. So, when he stumbled, her state of trance broke as she resumed her sanity in that instance. She tilted her head to the side, blinked her eyes several times to compose herself. Out of all the Everests brothers, Elio had a way to make her flustered in any situation.

Ethan managed to leave the premises hurriedly, leaving both of them with a comatose Brave.

"It~ s" as she started her voice sounded small and scratchy. Clearing her throat, she started again, "It’s okay ... I need to pack up some stuff of mine."

Elio didn’t like the sound of it. He asked with a despairing expression, "You are truly leaving?"

Myra didn’t answer his question. Then, she remembered something and pulled out a tiny box from her pocket. She walked towards Elio, her steps decisive and steady.

Elio’s heart raced when he saw Myra coming towards him. His Adam’s apple wobbled as he felt parched and dry in his throat. He clutched his hands and felt his palms were damp and sweaty from nervousness.

Myra stood in front of him with a familiar looking tiny gift box. She extended her hand as she said, "Please, give this to your brother. I brought it for him." She looked at Brave, pulling her gaze away, then looked back at Elio again.

She handed Elio the gift she had bought for Brave, black and brown cufflinks. Elio didn’t take it. Instead, he grabbed her wrist softly, carefully as he asked, his voice hoarse, "Are you seriously leaving today?" His voice was desperate and heavy as was his body language.

His eyes turned slightly red as he and his wolf, Leo both felt a profound sorrow.

Myra hadn’t decided on anything yet. Her mind was muddled up with various impromptu thoughts. She looked at her wrist where Elio was holding her, pulled her hand away gently. Sighing resignedly, she looked at Elio, asking, "You will give it to him, hmm~?"

Saying this, she didn’t wait for his answer, turned back and walked towards the door.

Her hand was on the doorknob, about to open it. Elio looked at her receding figure, couldn’t help himself and said, "Myra, I am sorry for hurting you. I really and deeply am sorry. I know my actions must have pained you a lot. You must be feeling betrayed by not just Nora or my parents but also by me. I won’t be making any excuses or complaints or ask for your forgiveness. That is your right to give or not. I just want to tell you, it is that, whatever happened between you and me, between us, it was sincere. Every damn thing. Nothing of that was pretense. What I said to you, inside my car that day, I mean it. I mean everything I said. I really like~" His heartfelt apology and confession was disturbed by a grunting voice.

They both turned their heads towards the source and found it was Brave who was murmuring and grunting in his sleeping state. Elio adjourned his words and walked towards Brave, to check up on him. Myra too stepped back from the door and looked at Brave and Elio simultaneously.

Complicated thoughts arose in her mind. She didn’t know whether to leave or to stay. She stood their awkwardly.

Elio checked on Brave and sighed, "He’s just in deep sleep. Nothing to worry."

Myra relaxed and too sighed, in relief. This time without a word, she twisted the doorknob and left.

Elio turned his head to find Myra gone, his face was etched with sadness, ’Maybe, I will never get your forgiveness.’

Myra walked back to her room, her mind roaming around the scene related to Yona.

Without a doubt, Yona was doing something she shouldn’t dare and her attitude towards Myra was quite peculiar.

’Why was she sitting so close to Brave and that too in such an inappropriate manner? It really made me feel uncomfortable. Wait~ ..... what, uncomfortable? Why am I feeling uncomfortable, whether she sits on his bed or on his lap, it should be any of my damn concern, so why? Arghhhh ... this damned mate thing and all that talk has gotten inside my head. That is the only plausible reason I can think of.’ She concluded in her mind. But seeing Yona touching Brave has irked something inside her.

She was reeling within her own inner monologue when she saw an annoyingly familiar figure waiting at her door. Her steps halted midway as she frowned.

Alaric was settled at her doorstep, leaning against her door. When he saw her coming from the other direction he pressed his lips together.

"Uhh~hhh ... I just wanted to have a talk," he mumbled rather humbly.

Myra’s frown deepened at his mediocre tone. ’Why is he talking like that? Goshh ...... I am getting goosebumps .... eeekk." She didn’t want to converse with him anyhow as her eyes turned icy cold.

"I don’t want to. Please step aside," Myra spoke sternly, her tone sharp.

Alaric was patient as well as persistent this time. He didn’t show any of his former impoliteness towards her, his words soft and nimble, "Please, I really want to talk to you. It is~ .... umm ... it’s about Brave. I just want to tell you something before you make any decision."

Myra’s expression didn’t change. She looked at him with a penetrating gaze, "What are you playing at Alaric? Is everything a prank to you? And how can you~ .... just how can you drag Brave in all this?" She sounded defensive.

Alaric sighed deeply and said, "Look, I know I have been a jerk to you all this time. I am really bad at this apology stuff. But really, the thing I want to tell you, it is necessary for you to know before coming to any conclusion."

Myra crossed her arms and tapped her foot, as she asked impatiently, "Out with it. What do you want to tell?"

Alaric looked around and leaned forward, whispering near her earlobe, "Not here, there are too many eyes and ears. Let’s go inside your room."

Myra narrowed her eyes at his suggestion. She was reluctant to follow any of his request but her heart was eager to know what he had to say. With a frustrating look and gritted teeth, she uttered, ’Step aside then."

Alaric obliged and stepped sideways to make way for her. He stood there like an obedient child, very unlike his usual self. Myra gave him a once over and opened her bedroom door and walked inside. Alaric striding behind her.

The door closed behind him. Yona, who was hiding at a far corner clenched her jaw in agitation, ’This bitch, has Alaric also fallen for her tricks. I need to do something, before she bewitches everyone in this mansion.’ She saw the closeness between them when Alaric leaned and whispered to Myra.

The eagerness to tear Myra’s self to pieces was getting more and more profound within Yona. She could see her years of plans getting crumbled, right in front of her eyes.

First it was, Dion who was murmuring Myra’s name passionately while having sex with her. Then, she saw Elio’s eyes always following Myra’s steps and trying to talk to her. But this time, Alaric, the great and powerful heir apparent of the Lycan throne. He was showing interest in Myra, a human being, a race he thoroughly despised to her very being.

Yona didn’t like it at all. She texted someone, her orders were, "Plan is soon going to be in action. Wait for my cue. I want that bitch dead by night." frёewebnoѵēl.com

To Be Continued . . . . . . . .