Mated To My Best Friend's Lycan Alpha Brothers novel Chapter 584

Chapter 584: Way Too Close

(Author’s POV)

Myra’s breath was caught in her throat; her eyes were ready to pop out at the scene in front of her; her mouth hung open. ’Holy crap~ .... what in the world are those insane~ ....’ Her thoughts trailed. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

Right before her very eyes, the Lycan brothers were standing firm in nothing but their birth suits. Their well sculpted figures, every muscle, every inch of their skin, were in full view. Myra’s hazels gawked at all of them without restraint. At some point, her eyes turned saucers when they landed on their thick and veiny members.

Though she had never seen one in person before, she could tell their cocks were bigger than normal.

Flustered, her face turned crimson, the redness spreading to her ears and neck. She felt hot and parched.

"Myra~ .... your nose, you are~ ... bleeding~ ...." Brave said, his eyes full of concern as he took a step towards her. She touched her philtrum and realized Brave was right; she was having a nosebleed. Abashed, embarrassed, she quickly turned around to conceal her face from them.

Worried, they all drew near her, now standing a few centimetres away from her. Without a care for his appearance, he walked in front of her and spoke, "Myra, raise your head. Nosebleeds can be scary. Let me take a look." Actually, he didn’t perceive his nakedness.

Myra, whose head was lowered, didn’t budge and kept on staring at the ground. She could feel the heat radiating from their bodies. Their luscious odours were attacking her senses left, right and center. Her body was on fire now.

Elio extended his hand to raise her chin. Meeting her clean hazels, a gentle smile appeared on his pink, moist lips.

Tilting his head to the side, Dion’s face appeared by her side, "Myra~ ...." He called her name, his voice whispery.

Myra trembled at the sound and his cooing, flinching away to the other side, stumbling.

Alaric caught her wrist, steadying her. She looked at his face. Though his expression remained stoic and cold and he didn’t utter a word of concern like others, the warmth in his eyes and the one seeping from his palm told another story.

Her hand accidentally brushed against his biceps as she tried to back away again. But his hold on her was firm. He didn’t let her go; he wasn’t planning to. There were things he needed to talk to her about; several questions were cropping up in his mind that he wanted answers for. But right now, his and his wolf, Alex’s sole concern was her well being.

Myra couldn’t take it anymore. Her head felt heavy, her eyes rolled back as she swayed a little and passed out, falling onto Alaric’s bare chest.

He locked his arms around the small of her back, caging her securely in his embrace. Her energy had reached its limit. She was completely drained by the events that had unfolded.

Brave, Dion and Elio tried to take her, but before any of them could touch her, Alaric bent a little and carried her in a princess hold. He mumbled, "We don’t know what those demons might have done to this place. It is still not safe. We should take her away from here. She has been through too much." Saying this, he started walking.

"YOU FUCKING VIPER," a thunderous voice erupted from the top of the stairs. The person, donning all black and red, with a bright roaring crown made of flames sitting brilliantly on his massively horned head.

"I AM TALKING TO YOU. LOOK AT ME AND ANSWER ME," Ramiel, the current king of hell, roared, his eyes blazing furiously.

Aamon’s head lurched forward as he spat a mouthful of foul, blue blood. "YOU HAVE GONE COMPLETELY SENILE, AAMON. YOU HAVE BEEN MY SUBJECT AND SERVED ME FOR MORE THAN FIVE MILLENIALS. I CONSIDERED YOU MY TRUSTED SUBJECT, YET YOU DARED TO BACKSTAB ME. FOR WHO~ .... FOR THAT LOWLY, WORTHLESS ELISA."

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