Mated To My Best Friend's Lycan Alpha Brothers novel Chapter 531

Chapter 531: How Are You Going To Explain This, umm?

(Author’s POV)

Myra was begging with her eyes, pleading for him to just go. The questions and answers, the interrogation, the drama. She wanted nothing of that, nor did she wanted to be seen in such a state.

To her surprise, Alaric released her without complaint and pulled himself away. Myra felt the stress drain from her system as a wave of relief washed over her. The breath she had been holding all along, she finally let go of that.

But that feeling only lasted momentarily.

When she raised her head to look at Alaric, instead of retreating, his head was tilted with a look of pure curiosity, his right brow arched upwards. The way his lips curved into a deviously sly smile made her heart beat up and down in erratic patterns. Her eyes flickered in rapid motions, thinking, ’Wh~y, why is he smiling like that? What does he want to do now?’

"MYRA??" Yelena’s voice came as she knocked one more time with a little urgency.

Myra looked at the door with sheer fright. She was at her wits’ end now. She glanced back at Alaric, who mouthed, "Let me help you. Come with me," which she didn’t catch because of her terror driven state.

This time, when Yelena twisted the doorknob, she shoved it a bit too forcefully. But, with no obstruction holding back now, the door opened quite easily, making her stagger initially. But she somehow kept her balance.

She looked at the door with a puzzled expression. Nevertheless, as she took a step inside, she saw that most of the room was doused in darkness, and the window was wide open. A frown appeared on her face instantly. She then switched on the lights to find Myra was nowhere to be seen, not in bed, not in the room. There was nothing but dead silence.

"Didn’t she say she was going to her room to rest? Where is she? And~ .... why is this window open? Didn’t Myra seal it earlier because it was acting up?" She mumbled to herself, and the crease only deepened. She instantly felt something was off and got on guard.

Placing the warm glass of turmeric milk on the side table, Yelena walked towards the window, her steps slow and careful as she called her name again, "Myra?" This time her tone was filled with wariness. She recalled how one night Myra had come running into her room, panicked, telling her that someone had intruded. Though at that time she found no presence, thinking about it now made her feel iffy.

Meanwhile, in the bathroom, Alaric had Myra cornered. The front of her body was pressed against the floating, ivory marbled slab, while he was plastered behind her like her second skin.

His six foot four burly, muscled figure was attached to Myra in such close proximity that even her five foot five normal, rectangular figure looked diminutive in front of him. Both his hands were placed on either side of the slab, caging her. And his mouth, it was just a breath away from the nape of her neck.

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