Mated To My Best Friend's Lycan Alpha Brothers novel Chapter 530

Chapter 530: That Night ... It Was You

(Author’s POV)

*Click open* .... door closes.

"What the hell is wrong with me? I should get these idiomatic, rash thoughts out of my mind. I can’t think of them like that," Myra mumbled to herself, slapping her cheeks before switching on the lights. Her mind kept replaying the tense moment with Brave and Elio, one after another. As her fingers hovered around the switch, a voice, as dominant and stern as a thunderclap, echoed in her room, "For whom are you having these rash thoughts, uhh?"

She yelped in surprise and tripped on her slippers, landing on her butt. Her eyes darted towards the source.

Alaric was standing right in front of the open window, clinking the lighter. The light illuminated from the moon, casting a deathly pallor over his chiselled, symmetrical features. Her eyes widened with panic as she muttered, "What~ .... what are you~ .... what are you doing in my room, Alaric?"

Alaric raised his eyelids just a little, matching her gaze as he mouthed effortlessly, "Shouldn’t you answer my question first?" He once again repeated. "Care to tell me~ .... who is this person you are having rash thoughts about?" He looked down at her, giving her a death stare.

Myra clenched her jaw, her face hardened. She spat, "It’s none of your goddamn business. Don’t you know boundaries and space? Get out of my room, right now." Saying this, she started to back away, ready to flee out of the room.

But before she could get away, Alaric came breezing towards her at lightning speed, bent down on one knee and grabbed her by the waist. He then lifted her chin and asked, "Where do you think you are running away to? It’s rude not to answer when asked something, Myra."

Myra struggled in his vice like grip. She tried to wiggle out, break free, but, of course, in front of Alaric’s strength, she had no chance. "Alaric, the rude one here, is you. I told you to let go of me. ALARIC EVERESTS." Her eyes were blazing, and her voice came out a bit hoarse. "If you don’t let me off, I will scream."

A low growl, scary escaped his mouth as Alaric whiffed the multiple scents coming off her. He could totally smell the cardamom and musk fragrance clinging to her clothes and skin like a shroud he wanted to tear off. But it was not the only scent on her. The faint fragrance of Cedarwood, Elio’s odor, was lingering around her as well. That had set him off even more, "Scream for help? Hahhh~ .... who do you want to call for help? My twin, Brave~ .... with whom you were flirting in the garden under the moonlight? Or the youngest, Elio~ ... whose scent you are reeking with?" His eyes reflected gold, deep with hunger and possession. "Go ahead and call for help. I am all for the drama."

Placing his free hand beside her, he leaned in, ready to claim her lips. But Myra tilted her head in an attempt to avoid him.

Alaric’s low, dangerous, heavy breath fanned her neckline as he spoke, "Why?"

"What?" Myra asked, trying to suppress the anger.

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