Mated To My Best Friend's Lycan Alpha Brothers novel Chapter 101

Chapter 101: Do You Like Her?

(Author’s POV)

"Greg doesn’t use a cellphone, you can just contact me," Noah confidently gave Sara’s phone back after feeding his contact details in it.

Greg Andrew’s hand was still in his pants pocket where his phone was, as he was about to take it out. But when he heard his friend’s words, his movement halted midway and he shoved the phone back hurriedly.

He was utterly stupefied by Noah’s blatant lie, his mouth was agape in shock, ’Alpha Noah Everests is lying? That too for a she wolf? That’s rare. What’s going on here?’

Sara looked at her cellphone and nodded, "Once Bella is well enough, I will call you for the thank you meal, Noah and ummm~" she looked at Greg with her eyebrows raised.

"Greg Andrew," Greg spelled his name for Sara, wanting to shake her hand. "Yeah Greg, you too, I will inform you guys," she stretched her right hand forward but before they could, Noah interrupted again by extending his own.

Sara shook Noah’s hand and then very swiftly withdrew hers back.

Noah, in his usually deep voice said, "Now, that you are here, we will be taking our leave." He turned and held Greg’s arms, ready to disappear.

His hands were shaking. The way Sara called his name was making ripples in his heart. It was pounding violently and his wolf was also getting restless, which was bad for him. And their hand shake had made it even worse.

Arth, his wolf, was unusually on the edge today, wanting to come out badly. The concealing potion’s effect was wearing off. He didn’t wanted anybody to know that he was a werewolf, a Lycan Alpha. So, he wanted to get out of that place as fast as possible.

But before they could walk away completely, Bella called out to them, "Sis, you should send them out. After all they saved me today. We should show our gratitude." She gave her sister a meaningful look, playfully winking at her.

Sara knew of her intentions but wasn’t bothered by it. Her sister had a habit of pairing her up with any potential and capable male; she wanted to set her up with a nice guy.

Additionally, both the girls have already sensed that Greg Andrew was a werewolf because they were of Alpha bloodline, so they could sense his werewolf’s scent.

But Noah, he was a different case. He didn’t have any trace of being a werewolf, no scent, no mark, nothing. So, they perceived him as a normal human.

Sara walked them out of the building, as she stepped beside Noah with Greg striding slightly behind the two of them, giving them space. He kept on observing them from behind. ’Noah was behaving very, how should I put it, odd maybe.’

Sara gave Noah sideways glance every now and then, trying to remember him. She knew she had seen him somewhere but could not recall where. For her, it was everyday routine to meet quite a lot of people.

Whereas, our Lycan Boy Noah, he was trying to keep his distance from her because Arth was getting antsy somehow.

As they reached outside, Sara, wanting to get rid of her curiosity, straightaway asked, "Have we met before, hmm? Why do I think, we have?"

Noah pressed his lips in a thin line, busy suppressing his fidgety wolf. He fumbled with his words, "Yeah~, ummmmmm, yes. We have met." Greg was listening on this conversation and his eyes widened, ’he has met Ms. Beauty before and didn’t even tell me, what a good friend. Well done brother, now you are keeping things from me. I am hurt.’ He was crying in his head.

"Where? Can you jog me down the memory?" Sara looked at him and asked.

Noah was embarrassed of that piece of memory; he was reluctant to say anything. But when he looked at Sara’s expectant face, waiting for his reply, he said, "I was~, I was lost, and then, then you helped me to get back to the medical department, first day of college."

"Oohhhhh, I think I remember now, Noah Ev~ Evr~ Everests, right? You were in your big black frames and grey hoody, all covered up," she said this bluntly.

"Ahhh, yes. Black frames and grey hoody," Noah scratched his head in utter shame. He purposefully dressed up like that on the first day, trying to keep any unnecessary crowd at bay. His wolf suggested him. He didn’t like people very much and didn’t really wanted to interact.

Sara’s eyes gleamed at his words, remembering their first encounter. And then she threw him another question, "Why are you not wearing them? Is your eyesight fine without it?" she sounded a bit concerned.

Noah’s palms were getting sweaty as Arth was getting restive inside his mind.

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