Mated To My Best Friend's Lycan Alpha Brothers novel Chapter 389

Chapter 389: Surprise~ ...... Surprise~ ......

(Author’s POV)

"I am not, but I think you are." After saying this, Aamon suddenly grabbed Myra’s hand and raised it a little.

Myra was caught unprepared by his abrupt movement and immediately, as a defence mechanism, tried to pull her hand away. Unfortunately for her, Aamon’s grip only became firm as he drew her near him. She was jerked forward, her face planted on his chest.

With his one hand now resting on Myra’s upper back, he patted it soothingly and asked, "You feeling okay, Myra?" For a full three seconds, they remained in that position.

Myra got flustered and quickly withdrew herself from his unexpected embrace. Aamon, this time, didn’t attempt to tug her back. Before she could say anything, he apologised, "I am sorry. Did I make you uncomfortable somehow? It was not my intention. You know, I just saw the bandage on your finger, and your face looked a bit pale as well, so I thought~ ...." He feigned an innocent puppy face.

The words that were on the tip of her tongue died down. She was about to give him her piece of mind, but seeing his regret filled expression, she couldn’t say anything. Closing her eyes, she rubbed her temples and said, "I am fine~ ...."

After saying that, she remained mum. Truth be told, Myra had forgotten his name, and right now, her thoughts, her brain, everything were tangled in a chaotic mess. "Uhh~ .... I~ ... have a class starting soon. I had better go." She was about to depart when Aamon called out to her, "You are not angry with me, right?"

Myra pursed her lips and, with a stiff smile, answered, "No, I am not."

"That’s good. Last time, I wasn’t able to get your number. If you are truly not angry, give it to me. Your number, that is," he took two steps towards her, closing the distance between them. He then extended his hand, a gesture to ask for her phone.

Honestly, given the situation, Myra wasn’t sure of giving him her contact information. Technically, this nerd looking, handsome guy was still a stranger to her. She couldn’t even recall his name.

When there was no movement from her side, Aamon mumbled, making a dejected face, "So, you are ... angry with me. I get it. I just~ .... I just wanted to keep in touch as I am new here and don’t know much about the place. Plus, you helped me the other day. So~ .... I just thought I could~ ...." His voice came out solemn.

Myra, who was weak against a soft approach, felt really bad for him. As she was in the middle of giving him her device, Aamon, seeking the opportunity, stretched his hand and took it. The tip of his hot fingers brushed against her icy, cold palm.

He happily inserted his number, made a call. His ringtone echoed in the nearly empty passageway. Aamon then handed her phone back. From there, she read his name, Aamon Dimitri.

"Okay, Aamon. I will be going, then," and with that, she walked out of the passage and went to her class.

Aamon watched her receding figure. His eyes changed color as a cold, calculating glint flashing in them, "Soft hearted humans. Idiotic, aren’t they?"

It has been three days since he came here, in the human realm, and he hasn’t seen a single hair of his mistress, his queen, his one and only beloved, Demon Queen Elisa. But he had been patiently waiting for her arrival while, on the side, forging a plan to mess with Myra.

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