Mated To My Best Friend's Lycan Alpha Brothers novel Chapter 570

Chapter 570: Give Me Your Blood, Willingly

(Author’s POV)

"El~ ... Elisa, what are you doing here? Wh~ere is Yelena?" Myra questioned, confusion etched on her face. Her eyes lingered on her from head to toe as she added, "And~ ... why are you wearing her clothes?" She then noticed her bare, clean, smooth, unblemished hands. ’Weren’t there burn marks on her hands? Where did they disappear to?’ It felt gravely odd to her.

Elisa stared at her for a minute with no real emotion, which made Myra brim with anxiety and suspicion. Then, a corner of her mouth turned upwards, deriding Myra, "Surprise, surprise~~~ .... I have been waiting for you."

"Huhh???" Myra took a step back, her face scrunched together. "What do you mean, waiting for me? Why?" Her eyes darted around, her grip on her phone tightening as she took a step or two back. "Elisa, what is the meaning of all this?" She tried to sound calm and firm, but inwardly she was shaking. She then shifted her gaze to Aamon, who was on the side watching the two. "Aamon, you said Yelena was here?"

"Myra~ Myra~.... darling~ ...." Elisa’s smirk deepened, grabbing her attention back, "You are either very brave or very stupid." Myra didn’t utter anything. Elisa continued, "Even after suffering such a ghastly incident and narrowly escaping death a few days ago, you are here once again, completely unguarded, inside the dark forest, following a stranger’s words."

"That’s a sign of pure foolishness, I suppose," Aamon spoke, "Isn’t it, my dear friend?"

Myra gulped down, still trying to make sense out of their words and gauge their intentions, "What are you two trying to do? Why did you bring me here? I~ ... I did not do anything to either of you. What do you want from me??"

"My intention~ .... hehh~ .... it’s pretty simple," Elisa hummed casually. She took two steps forward, her hips swaying rhythmically. Tucking a finger under Myra’s chin, she raised her head to meet her dead in her hazels, "What I want is~ .... for you~ .... to give me your blood, on your own accord."

"My blood?" Myra’s fists clasped in an iron grip. "Why do you need it?"

"Yes, your precious blood. As for why~ ... you don’t need to know," Elisa dismissed her. "All you need to do is follow my words and do as I say, willingly."

"Don’t touch me. I am not giving anything to you," Myra’s tone shifted defensively, slapping Elisa’s hand off her.

Aamon didn’t like it. He marched straight towards her, shoving her forcefully. As a result, Myra was pushed to the dirty, muddy ground, landing awkwardly on her side, her ribcage aching. He then hissed, "Don’t you fucking dare try to be rude to my queen. You filthy slutty human," his mask of friendliness slipped away completely. "You are not even qualified to clean her shoes."

He then looked at Elisa, his cold gaze shifting for a dreamy, fanboy one as he cupped her cheeks and gave her a passionate kiss right in front of Myra. Elisa reciprocated, deepening the kiss.

’Queen? Human?’ Myra was too stunned to process anything. She just knew that these two had ill will towards her, and she needed to get out of this place and far away from these lunatics as soon as possible. When the two were engrossed in their intense make-out session, she saw her chance and made a run for it, but with a snap of Aamon’s fingers, an invisible wall erupted. She banged into it and was thrown back violently. He did all this without breaking the kiss.

Myra growled in pain, "Arghhh~ ...." Her elbows scraped in the process, the corner of her mouth bleeding.

"Ohhh~ ... yes, you do~ ... sweetheart. You just don’t know about it yourself," Elisa came closer. Towering over Myra, with her heels, she lifted Myra’s dirt filled face and added, "A dead person shouldn’t leave this world with a burden, right? Anyways~ .... I don’t have time for all this idle chit chat. I want you to cooperate with us and give your blood to me willingly. Understand."

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