Mated To My Best Friend's Lycan Alpha Brothers novel Chapter 571

Chapter 571: The Future Queen And King OF Hell, Or They Say

(Author’s POV)

"Wh~ what are you two?" Myra questioned them with a dumbfounded look, her eyes trembling ever so slightly. She then recalled a not so distant conversation with Nora, where she had told her something about their heightened senses and supernatural healing abilities. So, she asked, "Are you~ ... by~ by chance~ .... werewolves?"

She thought they were the people sent by the Everests’ rivals, the ones who attacked her in the forest a year ago. The reason she cut off contact with Nora and her family in the first place.

"What??? Eww~~~~~ .... no way. Why the fuck are you even comparing us with those dirty, messy dogs?" Elisa made a disgusted, scrunched up face, then shook her head. Aamon added coldly, "Those fur skinned rabid dogs~ .... they are nothing but loathsome entities existing on earth because that moon goddess was bored and wanted some entertainment in her eternal life."

Instantly, Myra felt a surge of anger and wanted to rebuke them. She didn’t like the way they degraded the werewolves. But the pain in her abdomen shot up again as she spat out blood. She tried to stay as calm as she could and asked, "Then tell me your real identities? If not werewolves, what the fuck even are you two?"

"Ohh~ ... the feisty kitten is so eager~ ... then I’d better not disappoint you. After all, it is going to be your last few moments of existence," Elisa smirked provokingly. Catching her signal, Aamon held her close as dangerously glittering mist covered the pair. Myra kept looking in their direction as if being enchanted. Her hazels were trembling as their attire shifted from plain, everyday clothing to something dramatic, something straight out of a costume drama.

Shedding her clothes, Elisa was now in an elaborately detailed gothic, deep, dark crimson gown with black laced design sleeves and closed collars with her cleavage on display. Her luscious, cherry locks flowed loosely in the air as the black jewelled crown on her head was placed between terrifyingly prominent horns. Her fair skin was radiant; her green cat shaped eyes glowing in the dark.

Standing next to her, with his glasses off and no casual clothes, Aamon had changed into something else. Wearing not a single strand of clothing above his waist, his tight, muscular body was on full display. The long, red wings on his back were scaring the life out of Myra. His lower half was covered with not fabric but beads, countless red, silver and black beads. A tail, similar to that of a devil mentioned in horror stories, was hanging from behind. Its pointed edge resembled an arrow’s head. He, too, had horns above his head, but his were twisted at the ends. He even had sharp canines; his obsidian eyes were mesmerizing, at the same time horrifying.

Myra’s hazels contracted, then expanded in sheer horror. Her throat dried up, her breath caught. The surrounding air felt too heavy, too suffocating. She could feel the darkness radiating from the two.

Aamon took Elisa’s hand in his and kissed it. Then, turning towards a battered Myra, he made their much awaited introductions, "Human girl, open your eyes clearly and see what we are. Not those low-life werewolves or the bloodthirsty vampires. She is~ .... the current queen of demons and the future queen of hell, the one and only, ELISA. And I, the Marquis of Hell, AAMON, am her loyal devotee, her future husband and also, the future king of all of hell." His expression was filled with pride, his voice authoritative.

Myra’s body shook, her heart racing like a speeding car. She could not comprehend; there was too much going on. She still tried her best to show a brave front. "You are demons that came from hell?"

She looked at Aamon and then dead in Elisa’s eyes and in a challenging tone, replied, "I~ WILL~ .... NOT~ GIVE~ YOU~ A~ SINGLE~ DROP~ OF~ MY~ BLOOD~ ... WILLINGLY. Do whatever you want with me."

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