Mated To My Best Friend's Lycan Alpha Brothers novel Chapter 225

Chapter 225: Searching For Their Mate’s

(Author’s POV)

Myra was stumped by those girls’ conversation. ’Alaric Everests, COO of Everests Cooperation? No way ..... that can’t be .... Right.’ These words echoed inside her mind as she started trembling at this sick coincidence.

The girls were laughing and ogling at Alaric and Dion’s figures as they marched forward, giving off those cold and aloof CEO vibes, which did little to nothing to conceal their dashing magnetism.

Myra’s eyes darted in the very direction and an electric current bolted through her entire body. Being stunned was an understatement, she was stupefied. ’What the~ ..... how could it be them? What kind of a sick joke is this? Why is Alaric doing here? And he isn’t alone... Dion is also with him. What are they both doing here? Are they here for me? Is it about Brave or that mate thing?’ Myra’s mind was racing a mile a minute.

"Sis, what happened? Why are you shaking?" Wendy got concerned as she could feel Myra’s hand shaking from where she held it. "Is it because of the crowd?"

"I~ I ..." Myra was having difficulty forming any words. ’No ... pull yourself together Myra. Get a hold of yourself. I can’t let them see me and hinder all my hard work. I have worked really hard and I am so close to achieving my goal. I have to hide. I can’t let them see me. I can’t let them see me.’

"Sis ...... say something?" Wendy looked at Myra worriedly.

With few deep and long breaths, Myra calmed herself and her thoughts down and answered, "I am~ fine. It is just suffocating here. Let’s go that way." Saying this, she ducked, concealing her presence and started pulling Wendy to the other side, far away from the Everests brothers, "Excuse me ...... please make way ... ouch ... please excuse us. Make way."

On the other side, both Dion and Alaric were searching for the unique scent of Myra from all the countless wild and intense female pheromones that was scattered in the atmosphere. Few fangirls approached the two of them. Their faces tinted crimson. Their eyes filled with shyness. In a sickly sweet voice, one of them spoke, standing in front of Alaric, "Excuse me .... You are ... you are just my type. Can I~ ... get your phone number," saying this she lowered her head, acting bashfully as she extended her hand which was holding her unlocked phone, showing the screen.

Both Amanda and Marion gasped in shock as the former tried to intervene, but Alaric didn’t give her any chance as he, quite unceremoniously, rejected the girl’s advances. He wrinkled his nose in annoyance and spouted, "Out of my way, you imbecile," his words harsh yet decisive, which made the one pursuing him tremble.

The other girls, probably her friends, who were cheering for her just a minute ago, all had a look of disbelief at Alaric’s choice of words. With tear filled and veiny eyes, she shouted, "You are so heartless," turned around and sprinted to the other direction.

Dion commented, "You should have toned it down a little, bro. That girl was way too cute for that harsh of a scolding," saying this, he clicked his tongue playfully.

Alaric glared at him, disinterestedly and walked in the opposite direction.

Few other girls, who were waiting for the opportunity to ask Dion, approached him when they heard his words. "Handsome guy, give me your number, ahh~" she was bold and upfront, confidence oozing from her being.

Dion beamed at her, giving her one of his charismatic smiles and said coolly, "I would have love to but .... my apologies lady, I am already taken. Now if you will excuse me." Saying this, he did not even glance her way and walked off, the same direction where Alaric went to.

Amanda and Marion followed them, without uttering anything else.

Myra somehow made it out of the crowd with Wendy. Oliver, William and Sandra were waiting for them. Oliver inquired, "Ms. Miracle, are you both alright?"

Myra nodded and Wendy explained, "It is wild there. They are in a complete frenzy. Sis, nearly got a panic attack."

"Baby, you look pale. Should we go to a doctor?" Sandra asked in concern.

"Mom, it is nothing serious. I am fine. And also, we have a flight to catch up. Mr. Grey, please, lead the way," she urged them.

"Are you sure, Ms. Miracle? We can arrange a doctor at the VIP lounge," Oliver suggested out of curtesy as well as faint concern.

"No need. Just lead the way, please ....." her last word enunciated with stress. She wanted to get on that plane bound to Esteria as soon as possible.

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