Mated To My Best Friend's Lycan Alpha Brothers novel Chapter 174

Chapter 174: All I Want Is You, My Love

(Author’s POV)

Dion got curious after finding out his new ability. Though, he was still in shock he managed to asked some questions, "Am I the only one who can hear your voice?"

Myra’s voice imitated by the painting was like music to his ear. The similarity was hauntingly sweet to him as the reply came, "Only you and the person you have painted can hear my voice and no one else."

’Amusing,’ Dion thought as his lips curly upward into a smirk.

A painting that talks in Myra’s sweet, melodious voice, that was not just a power but ultimate blessing for Dion and his wolf.

He walked towards his creation, his strides confident and fluid. There was no hesitation, no stumbling this time as he stood in front of the painting. With both his hands on his waist, he looked deep into those hazel eyes and questioned, "Do I have the ability .... to bring you to life? Can you come out of the painting?"

He was anticipating for the reply but nothing came. Only the sound of rain tapping at the windows and walls buzzed around. He waited and waited but there was only silence.

"Myra?" he called out, his voice was itched with a hint of desperation.

"Yes, Master," the voice echoed.

Dion sighed in relief. He wasn’t aware he was holding his breath for god knows how much long.

He caressed the hair and leaned forward and kissed its forehead, whispering, his tone was like sugar, "I like you, do you like me, my love?"

"I will always like you because you are my one and only master," the reply came.

He smiled in satisfaction as he commented, "How I wish you were so meek and obedient in real life as well. But then again, that makes you all the more alluring and attractive. Just to my liking."

He moved his face downwards and kissed the tip of its nose, "What do you like about me?"

"What is there not to like about you master? I like everything about you," the voice this time was coy and sounded bashful.

Dion then moved towards its perfectly shaped lips and stroked it for few seconds. He leaned towards that plummy looking flesh and capture it.

But as soon as his lips touched, he retracted himself and shook his head as an inner voice echoed inside him, "Get a hold of yourself, Dion. This isn’t the real Myra. It is just an imitation and not the real deal."

His lips were painted pink as the portrait was still wet. With his thumb, he wiped off the color and pinched his nose bridge.

Drey mumbled, ’Such type of powers comes with a great price. We need to exercise caution and not use it too much. Do you remember how father’s power of erasing memory back fired on him."

Dion nodded. He fully agreed with his wolf.

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*huff* ... *huff* ... *huff* .... The place was pitch black as Myra ran continuously like someone was after her life. She couldn’t see anything and was just aimlessly sprinting. Her body was aching and her mind was restless. But there was no time to stop.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer. She didn’t dare to look behind her.

Barefoot, battered and blisters, nothing was mattered to her right now. She just wanted to escape this hell.

A sharp edgy rock was right ahead, which she couldn’t see because of the dark and stumbled.

She howled in pain. It was exactly like the incident from the forest. When that tattooed guy and his partner chased after her and she stumbled. History was repeating itself.

Myra could sense it. The person was standing right in front of her. Though, she could not see what or who it was, she could tell that its magnanimous, gigantic figure.

Her breath hitched as she pleaded, "Please, leave me. I don’t want to die. Spare me." Her voice was desperate and was filled with despair.

There was no voice but only a growl, powerful and filled with anger.

Myra swallowed her saliva as she gulped with nervousness. She broke into cold sweat as a sudden light emitted from the tall, enormous figure.

Two gem like stones were shining brightly parallel to each other, in blood red hue. They looked like eyes. Myra became nervous and backed away, dragging her body with the help of her elbow and swollen ankle.

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