Mated To My Best Friend's Lycan Alpha Brothers novel Chapter 52

Chapter 52: Why Are You So Different?

(Author’s POV)

The atmosphere clouded with heaviness lifted a bit after that and all returned back to normal, or at least they were good at pretending to be casual about it. Only Myra was feeling out of place, the urge to return to home getting stronger. She wasn’t the insecure type, not at all; she was content in her life. But the fact that she didn’t belong here, was making her uncomfortable.

Nora clicked her fingers in front of Myra’s face, asking, "Why are you so quiet, Ra-ra? Where’s your mind swimming to, ummm?"

"Ahhhh, nothing, I was jus~, I was just thinking about my family" Myra told her, being partially honest.

The alarm bells which were calmed down started ringing inside Nora’s mind. She remembered this morning’s incident and got nervous thinking that Myra will leave Kimberg so she gave Myra a side hug, squeezing her in the process, saying, "We too are your family, Ra-ra, all of us. My parents, my brothers and of couuurse, me, we all consider you our family, isn’t t right brothers?" For some reason, Nora didn’t wanted Myra to leave Kimberg, she sounded a bit anxious.

Dion agreed with Nora eagerly, "Yes, Nora’s right. You are a part of our family now." Elio too nodded in agreement. Nora gave a sideways glance to Alaric, he reluctantly said, "Yeah, whatever Ora says" and then shrugged off his shoulder. This didn’t go unnoticed by Myra.

Myra only gave a stiff smile in return, outwardly. Inside, she was filled with determination, ’Neither do I consider them my family nor will I ever think of them as one. Only you are my family Nora, not your psycho brother and his team.’

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The night went on and the dark sky twinkled with uncountable stars which greeted them joyfully. Lying on the ground, both the girls were star gazing, the constellations brightly visible from that place making it a serene and once in a life time experience.

Nora who lying to the right side of Myra, turning to the side, she asked with concerned filled voice, "There is something on your mind, Ra-ra. I can tell. Tell me what’s bothering you? Maybe I could help. Are you still upset with what happened in the morning?"

Myra knew she could hide her inner turmoil from everyone else but Nora. Nora knew Myra like the back of her hand. Without looking at Nora, she mumbled, "I won’t be saying that I am completely fine with what happened on the breakfast table. I know your Alaric is not very fond of my presence, although I haven’t done anything to get on his nerves." Uttering this, she remembered her first encounter with Alaric, how she entered the wrong room and made a fool out of herself. ’Maybe that’s the reason he’s despise my presence, I guess. But it was an honest mistake from my part and he threatened me afterwards. He has even crossed the line multiple times after that. He~, he kissed me forcefully. The one who should despise the other should be me.’

Then not going further into that topic Myra said, "But right now I was just thinking about ... our orphanage days. The warden there wouldn’t even let us take an extra piece of bread, and if anyone insisted, they would be beaten brutally. Now that you have reunited with your biological family, you can get everything you want. I’m glad you found your true family. They adore you and I can tell you, you love them equally if not more." A genuine smile tugged at Myra’s lips while saying this.

Nora pressed her lips together, squeezing Myra’s hand, "You are right, I love them, I love them all wholeheartedly. They treat me like their lovely princess (that is a fact though). You know, back in the orphanage and in that shitty family too, I never felt an ounce of warmth and love, apart from that time until Matthew was born." As Nora muttered this, her nose itched.

But when the topic came, Myra looked at Nora and stated, "Speaking of ’you know who’, ever since you came to live with your family in Kimberg, the Smiths’ have vanished. Mom once visited their home after you left, but when she reached there, the door was already unlocked and some unknown guy, calling himself a real estate agent, was showing that place to some buyer."

The Smith, husband and wife, were a sore topic for Nora. She didn’t like talking about them or any stuff related to them.

Myra continued, "That’s odd, they have been living there since ages, but after inquiring about James and Clara nobody could trace them. Even Matthew is nowhere to be found. Wendy told me that Matthew didn’t take the school bus nor did he go to school at all."

Although what Myra mouthed wasn’t quite audible but as werewolves possessed great powers which also included high frequency hearing ability, Nora heard her words clearly. Her hands tightened with anxiety.

"Are you in touch with them?" Myra asked her with pure intentions. Regardless, whether the Smiths were a good bunch or not, Myra’s family was acquainted with them and it didn’t sit right with Myra how they just disappeared from the map of the world like they never existed.

Seeing this, Myra couldn’t object. Elio tied Nora’s blindfold for her and held both Nora and Myra’s hand to guide them.

From the earlier events, Myra didn’t want to be touched by any of the brothers but this situation was special. At least, she didn’t felt as repulsive by Elio’s hands as she felt with the others. And also he has helped her many times before.

When Elio and Myra’s hands came in contact, Leo whizzed inside him feeling giddy and happy, purring inside him. He could feel a slight connection from a mere touch but didn’t know what it was, his memory like his counterpart was fuzzy about the mate bond.

Elio commented, ’You really like her, hmmm, getting all gleeful?’ Leo counter questioned with a teasing tone, "Don’t you too, like her?’

Elio’s face turned a shade pink as he admitted, "Yes, I do like her, a lot. But it is very unnatural of you to like someone, Leo. Didn’t you tell me, that whenever any female, wolf or otherwise, tried getting closer to us, you always felt repelled? Why’s Myra different?’

Leo stated, "I can feel a deep connection with her, I don’t know what it is. She is different than the rest, I guess. Her scent, her soul, her breath, everything keeps calling for us.’

Listening to Leo’s words, Elio carefully thought about his own feelings, mumbling, "Why are you so different?"

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