Mated To My Best Friend's Lycan Alpha Brothers novel Chapter 383

Chapter 383: Respect My Boundaries

(Author’s POV)

"Get out before I call the police," Myra spoke, her hazels meeting his golden greens in a deadly stare.

Dion sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, he mumbled, "There is something else I need to tell you as well, something really important. Please listen to that first."

"I don’t want to know anything," Myra was adamant as she declared. "Mr. Everests."

"You would want to, Myra. Hear me out, at least," he kept insisting.

"Mr. Everests, please~ .... I have already told you~ ..." Myra spoke, but Dion cut her off midway, "I, Al, Rave and~ .... Nor, we would be staying at the Larson mansion for the time being."

This time, Myra’s façade of composedness cracked. She froze, her phone slipping through her hands, but luckily, Dion grasped it in time.

Fabian’s name flashed across the display once again. He clenched his other fist, and before the ringtone could chime, he disconnected the call altogether, eventually switching it off.

Myra’s eyes fluttered, with a strained voice, she spoke, "But~ .... why?"

Placing her phone on the cabinet, Dion told her, "Mr. Larson is getting treated at his mansion. So~ .... his secretary asked us to stay there."

Myra’s hands shook as she nodded. The room fell into utter silence as Dion observed her trembling lips. But she somehow managed to compose herself yet again, her face changing back to a stern expression, "I have heard what you said. Are you done, or is there anything else to add to it?"

"Do you really need to be so cold toward me~ ... towards us?" Dion queried. He could tell she was just trying to show a tough front.

"I made my intentions crystal clear last night, in your car. I have nothing more to say to you or to anyone else, Mr. Everests," Myra took a firm stance.

Dion pursed his lips, his head lowered, his shoulders slumped. His slightly damp hair concealing his face. He seemed dejected. His whole demeanour screamed crestfallen. In that moment, Myra was struck with a guilty conscience. An uncomfortable feeling settled inside her chest.

She quickly looked away from him and muttered, "You can go now," and turned. But she hadn’t taken even a full step when she felt his warm, yet wet hand clasping her wrist. She instinctively attempted to snatch her hand back, but Dion instead yanked her towards him.

Myra struggled. Any trace of remorse dying then and there, "Mr. Everests, what do you think you are doing?" Let go~ .... I said~ .... Let go~~~~~"

After saying her piece, she spun around and hastily walked towards the bathroom, shutting herself in.

Dion stared at the tightly shut door without blinking. His thoughts jumbled. The anguish in Myra’s words, the wretchedness in her hazel eyes, told him there was something more to it, the reason why Myra decided to vanish from their world completely.

With a last glance, he jumped out of her room. Drey, who was getting antsy inside him, spoke, ’Dio, where are you going? You should have pressed her, asked her about it.’

’She wouldn’t have said anything. I don’t want to hurt her anymore. I will have to look into it myself,’ Dion strode, his eyes blazing with determination and something unspeakable.

Meanwhile, inside the bathroom, Myra gazed at her own gaunt, tear stricken reflection. She tousled her hair frustratingly, ’I should have kept my emotions in control. I nearly told him.’

After washing her face, she peeked out, and thankfully, Dion had listened to her request this time. She glanced at the now shut window, and a profound sense of disquiet washed over her. She then walked towards the cabinet, where Dion had placed her phone earlier.

A small, cute animal printed bandage lay beside the device. She recalled the faint cut on her finger. She took her phone and the bandage and went back to her bed.

To Be Continued . . . . . . . .