Mated To My Best Friend's Lycan Alpha Brothers novel Chapter 258

Chapter 258: Claim Them All As Her Consorts

(Author’s POV)

"Getting a boyfriend? Didn’t we talk about it last night? I have no such plans, okay. At least, not in the near future. And, forget about getting hanky panky, or whatever," Myra remarked while rolling her eyes at Yelena.

"Okay, okay. Chillax sweetie. Forget about boys, men, boyfriends, and all. Let’s focus on the event that is in two days. Let’s go shopping tomorrow after class and give you a full makeover," Yelena said with a glint in her eyes. She then added, her voice filled with excitement all of a sudden, "Ohh~ ... yeah, you can try a layered cut or wispy bangs would look even better on you. And for clothes we can~"

"You seem more excited than I," Myra chuckled at Yelena’s rambling.

"Of course, I am not just excited but beyond thrilled. You are going to attend such a prestigious event, and I couldn’t let you go, just like that. Apart from dress shopping, we need to do your hair, sort out your makeup style, and your nails, as well as decide on your footwear. Ohh gosh ... There is too much we have to do, tons of it," Yelena rubbed her palms as she expressed her eagerness, she was barely containing.

"Hold your horses, Yel. Only a set of formal set of clothing and a bit of trimming would do. I don’t want to turn into someone new, all of a sudden. I don’t want to transform from a bibliophile into a diva or something. Let’s keep it simple," Myra muttered.

"Ohhh phl~leaseeee, a no would do. This is only basic stuff, darling. You just feel awkward because you are always immersed in either books, or in the library, or attending classes, or working. You haven’t tried anything like this yet. But sometimes it is good to give yourself and your body some rest and let loose. Try something new, for once, umm," Yelena stated matter of factly. "Ohhh yeah, I know a fantastic place, perfect for all this. You trust me, right? I would never make a fool out of you. Never. So, let’s go with the flow. Be confident."

"Why are you giving Myra sis a pep talk, out of the blue, sis Yelena? Did something serious happen?" Wendy interrupted their conversation as she jumped from behind them. She had heard only the last line, so she got a bit worried thinking something might have happened.

"Ac~tua~lly, Wends .... ummmm~ ...Something did happen with your sister," Yelena mumbled, her facial expression turning solemn. She was playing the same trick Myra had tried to play on her earlier.

Wendy’s eyes widened as she asked nervously, "Wh~ what happened? Did someone bully you, sis?" She questioned Myra directly.

But before Myra could say anything, Yelena muttered, "I am afraid, it is much bigger than getting bullied."

"Much bigger? What is it? Tell me, na. You are making me anxious now," Wendy spoke, her jaw tightened.

With one hand on her hips and the other on her forehead, Yelena replied, initially fumbling with her words, "Umm~ .... actually ......... the thing is .... your sister ... our Myra .... She is~." She was dragging it on, making Wendy tense.

Myra licked her lips and pressed her lips, trying to stifle a laugh she was hardly containing. ’Yelena is much better at playing pranks.’ She then elbowed Yelena to just say the truth.

Yelena nodded in understanding, as if to say, ’Okay, okay. I am telling her.’

Wendy’s face was stiff, waiting in anticipation for Yelena to break the news as the latter said, her lips curling in a wide grin, "Your sister, our MYRA, is invited to the annual seminar held for top students." She then lowered her voice a notch or two, covered the side of her mouth, and said while leaning forward, "And that too .... By the stoic and moody, Prof. Oswald Mitchell."

Wendy was expecting something dreadful, but when she heard Yelena’s words, her eyes flew open. She was stupefied for a few seconds. Then she beamed, showcasing her pearly white teeth, she spoke, her voice filled with enthusiasm, "Holy cow ...... WOW ... really ... th~ that’s ultimate news." She hugged Myra tightly while congratulating her.

Myra embraced her sister and thanked her. Yelena smiled, looking at their close sisterly bond, but when the sisters didn’t pull back even after a few seconds had passed, she uttered, feigning envy, "Ohh gosh ... someone wants to make me feel jealous, huhh. So, romantic." She wiped the fake tears from her cheeks, snuffled her nose.

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