Mated To My Best Friend's Lycan Alpha Brothers novel Chapter 208

Chapter 208: You Are A MONSTER

(Brave’s POV)

"Do you like it, my love?" she asked me with a wide, dazzling smile which tugged at my heart.

"No, I don’t," I feigned a frown and pouted as I replied. Her eyes narrowed at my words. She was caught off guard. I couldn’t help but tease her a bit more, "It is~ ..... Mmm~ ..... how should I put it? I just, don’t like it that much," I said, stifling a chuckle somehow. She gave me a simple yet beautiful, Tiger’s eye beaded handmade bracelet.

Her lips became droopy, her smile faltering at my words. I couldn’t bear to see her like that so I stopped pulling her leg and embraced her tightly, "It is just that .... I love it. I love whatever you give me."

She elbowed me softly, feigning anger. I chuckled at her cute behavior. She is my world, my everything. How I wish time could stop and we can just live in this moment for an eternity.

For some reason, I can see her smile but weirdly enough, I couldn’t quite see her full face. It was odd but I was just satisfied to live this moment with her.

"What are you thinking so deeply, babe?" She whispered just near my earlobe, sending shivers down my spine. Her voice was magnetic.

"Ughh ...... it’s nothing," I couldn’t tell that I wasn’t able to see her face. She would get worried. Maybe, I am tired from all the work or maybe it was the pent-up exhaustion taking toll on my mind.

I kissed her forehead gently and tucked her loosened strand behind her ear carefully. She giggled and blushed at my gesture and hugged me tightly, burying her face in the crook of my neck. Her breath warm and tantalizing me, inside and out.

"Come, let me show you my comfort place," she pulled back from our intimate hug. I was already missing her warmth, her comfort. She got up and extended her hand towards me, urging me to get up as well.

I held her hand and got up. Interlocking our hands together, we walked slowly, maintaining each other’s pace, mine slow, matching hers.

The place we were in, I couldn’t recognize it. Why can’t I remember anything lately? There were a lot of questions reeling inside me head but my priority was to be with her right now.

She took me to a place which was familiar this time. It was the lake that was attached behind my pack house. But somehow, it looked different than normal. It was covered with various exotic flowers, there overwhelming scents lingering in the air. Initially, I wasn’t feeling anything but as I breathed the surrounding air even more, the overpowering fragrance was too much to handle. As I tried to understand what had happened here, my head buzzed, excruciating pain hitting me like a bolt of lightning.

I let go of her hand instantly and clutched my head, pulling at my hair in discomfort. I grunted in pain for a while and she bent down beside me, asking worriedly, "What happened to you? Are you alright?" Her sweet yet concerned filled voice didn’t gave me any comfort neither did it eased my pain.

I was nowhere near being alright. Just when I thought I would pass out from this agonizing torture, it stopped instantly. ’Am I hallucinating?’ It was as if, there was no pain at all that I suffered.

Closing my eyes, I tried to call out for my buddy, ’Raw, what is going on? Did you feel it too?’ I waited and waited but strangely enough, he didn’t say anything. I called out again, "Raw, why are you not answering?’ Still, no reply whatsoever.

Her soothing, gentle voice pulled me back from my dilemma, "You look pale, Brave." Her smooth fingers brushed my hair from my forehead, her touch velvety.

"I am alright. I just felt a bit of a headache. Nothing to worry about. So, where is this place you were taking me," I asked her, not wanting to sour her mood.

"Ohhh, you would love it," she exclaimed with enthusiasm. I matched her energy and replied, "Of course, I will. After all, it is your favorite place. Even if it is in hell, I would still love it."

As soon as these words left my mouth, the scenery changed, or rather the daytime turned into dark, gloomy night sky. The place that was covered with endless vibrant flowers a moment ago looked dreary and lifeless. The flower bed turning into wilted and ashened ground.

Rain pouring down heavily, dampened me thoroughly. I gazed at her serene figure and strangely enough, she wasn’t getting any rain on her. Her pristine white dress or her hair were dry as if there was a shield protecting just her or rather separating her. I was confused by whatever was going on. So, I asked, "Why aren’t you getting wet?" I couldn’t make sense of anything.

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