Mated To My Best Friend's Lycan Alpha Brothers-Chapter 155: But, Why Myra?

(Author’s POV)

"I warned you not to visit me. Then, what are you doing here?" Myra snapped at Alaric as she questioned him. Her tone sharp like a blade.

"Your phone isn’t working. Your family must be worried about you. You should give them a call," Alaric exhaled a sigh as he extended his hand and gave Myra his phone to make a call.

Myra’s mouth agape, she was confused by his sudden tenderness. Her eyes flickered but she shut down any thought immediately, ’Don’t fall for his humble behavior, Myra. You know first hand what type of a person is he, if I can even call him a ’person’. He is just trying to gaining my trust.’

She snatched his cellphone from his hand and said, her tone commanding, "Back off."

Alaric didn’t like the tone but still obliged, stood and walked two paces back, giving her enough space. She glared at him for few seconds, then turned her attention towards his phone, which was eventually locked.

She extended her hand again and said, "Password."

Alaric punched his password and return it to her. Myra was about to call Sandra Miracle when she saw Alaric still standing. She looked at him and said, firmly, "I want to talk to my parents, alone. Leave."

He leisurely walked, switched on the light and settled himself on the couch, stating, "I will be just here, waiting. You can take your time with the call. I won’t interrupt you."

Myra was frustrated but what could she do. Her priority was to tell her parents about her delay. She knew very well that Sandra and William must be worried sick, trying to contact her. She sighed turned her body away from him and called her mother’s number.

After four rings, someone’s anxious voice was audible from the other end, "Hello, who~, who is this?"

Myra’s shoulders started shaking as she suppressed her urged to cry hearing her mother’s voice. She cleared her throat and tried to sound more cheerful than she normally would, "Mom, it’s me Myra."

Sandra’s piercing voice reached the other end, even Alaric could hear it, "My~ra, sweetheart. It is you. Where are you? Where is your phone? Do you know we have been calling you since afternoon but no one answered. Your dad went to the airport to get you but you weren’t on that flight? Are you alright, my baby? Did something~ .... Did something happen to you?"

Myra’s eyes were teary but she still managed to compose herself and said, "I am so sorry mom. My phone slipped off the first floor and is not in working condition. I just called you from Nora’s family’s number. My flight ticket .... The ticket had some issue, so I will have to stay for two more days. I know, I promised you we would have dinner together. I am sorry, I couldn’t keep my words."

"You are fine. That’s the only thing that matters to us, my child. As for the dinner, we can do it after you arrive. You don’t need to stress over it, okay. But you should have given a call. Your dad and Wendy are out to make a missing person’s complaint," Sandra told her.

Myra clenched the phone tightly as her voice turned regretful, "Mom, I am sorry."

Sandra sighed and dropped the topic, "I guess it is night time there. I won’t disturb you any longer. You should rest. And if anything happens, just call us, okay?" Sandra voice was gentle and loving.

Myra reassured Sandra, "Mom, I will surely give you a call, don’t take tension. I will definitely be back in two days and this time I won’t break my promise."

"Okay, we will wait for you. You must have had a long day. Goodnight my child," Sandra said soothingly.

"Take care," Myra replied and disconnected the call and started sniffling.

Alaric was keenly listening to her exchange with her mother. His eyes were fixated on her back which felt small and weak. She sobbed and his heart ached.

Realizing that she wasn’t alone in that room, she wiped her tears off. She shifted her head towards Alaric, her eyes turned cold as they landed on him who was in a dazed state.

"You can go now," Myra’s cold voice rang inside the room as she raised her hand to give his phone back.

Alaric didn’t get up. He sighed and said, "I want to have a talk."

"I do not want to talk to you. Just leave," Myra was adamant as she turned his request down.

Alaric pursed his lips and gave Myra a long glance. He wanted to ask her about earlier incident, about the time freeze. How was she able to move when even he couldn’t?

He got up, walked towards her slowly, took his phone. He was going away when Myra stopped him midway, "Wait~"

Alaric looked back and gestured, "Hmm?"

"How is~ ... how is that cab driver?" Myra asked with a guilty expression.

"He sustained a head injury and is getting treated," Alaric told him.

Myra nodded and didn’t say anything more.

As for Alaric, he didn’t leave instead he sent Janet back, with some instructions. The Gamma obliged and went away.

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At The Everests mansion, Nora was looking at hers and Myra’s pictures which they have taken during the night camping trip. Her eyes were blurred by tears as she swiped right.

Dion mind linked her, "Are you up?"

"What happened brother Dion?" Nora asked.

He already knew that she was awake. So, he wanted to cheer her up "Do you want to have a drink?"

Nora hesitated but agreed, "Okay."

"Come to terrace," Dion told her and the mind link was cut off.

Nora dabbed her eyes, wiping the tears and made her way towards the top floor. The mansion was basked in darkness as everyone was sleeping after a long day.

When she reached the rooftop, Dion was sitting with a beer bottle in his hand, looking at some distance. She walked and sat beside him quietly.

He uncorked a bottle and handed it to her, commenting, "It will ease up your mood."

Nora took it and gulped down half a bottle in one go.

Without looking at Nora, Dion asked her, "Did she call you? Did she reach home safely?"

Nora shook her head and she stated, "She didn’t call. I called her. But her phone is unreachable. She must have blocked my number." Saying this her voice turned hoarse.

Nora has called Myra but the computerized voice said it was out of coverage network.

Dion looked at his sister and said, "Maybe her batter died. You can call her again in the morning. She has been through a lot of stuff and must be resting."

Nora didn’t speak, just took another big gulp of the beer.

Dion, then said, "Nor, are you sure that your friend is a human?"

Nora tilted her head and questioned, her expression perplexed, "What do you mean, brother Dion?"

"It is just weird. How Brave called her his mate. You know, humans and werewolves cannot be fated mates. So, I was just thinking. What if she isn’t a human but rather something else. You both were in an orphanage, right. So, her identity or origin isn’t known," Dion told her his point of view. He wanted to get information about Myra. "Did you ever find anything out of ordinary from her?"

Nora contemplated and answered, "No, as far as I have seen her. Myra is a human. And didn’t mother said, that Brother Brave have confused Myra with his former mate."

He fired another question, "Why didn’t she find her real family, just like you?"

"She did not want to. I know she hasn’t said it to me but she thinks that she was abandoned by her biological family and didn’t want to reconnect with them. I have urged to search for them. But she somehow, dodges the topic," Nora uttered.

She then asked, "Why are you asking so many questions about her, Brother Dion? Do you like Myra?"

Dion didn’t look away and said, his tone firm and confident, "Yes, I do like her."

Nora was stunned to listen to his words. She had an inkling that his third brother was interested in her friend but she didn’t know he was that serious.

She reminded him, while laughing lightly, "She is not into playboys, brother. If you want to seriously pursue her, you need to work on your image. But don’t hurt Myra in anyway. Otherwise~"

Dion ruffled her hair and replied, "Rest assured. I will never hurt her."

"But why Myra?" Nora inquired.

Dion’s eyes gleamed as his wolf, Drey uttered, ’She is our mate. How can I not like her.’ But he didn’t say that out loud. Instead, Dion clinked her bottled with Nora’s, saying, "She is kind and genuine person. Nothing like others."

"But what if, she turns out to be .... turns out to be brother Brave’s mate? What will you do then?" Nora questioned.

"As you said, it cannot be," Dion’s words were firm as he said that.

To Be Continued . . . . . . . .