(Author’s POV)
Elisa’s mouth twitched at Dion’s words. By now, she was well aware that he was just trying to make things difficult for her and messing around. And she thought, Dion, who was well known as a womanizer, would be an easy peasy target. The first one to go down and out in this game of tug of war. That’s why she made him her very first target.
But~ ...... but~, seriously, he was giving her the most headache, being all unpredictable and savage.
"Then, shall we?" Dion muttered, and without waiting for Elisa or anyone else’s response, he tugged at Elio’s arm and walked leisurely to some random store.
Alaric and Brave followed their brothers, leaving no choice but for Elisa to follow them.
As she was walking behind them, her eyes kept darting towards their wrist, or precisely on the protection charm.
She wanted to pull it off and throw it away right this instant. As a demon of nightmares and a demon queen, she never felt this much insulted and disregarded by someone.
’If only... if only I could find a way to remove these useless things off of them,’ she thought, when suddenly an idea struck her. ’No~ .... Maybe it is a blessing in disguise, this crowd I mean. If I play my cards right, I can remove all their strings today itself, without any suspicion. Yeah~ .... Why didn’t I think of this trick sooner? This mall trip might turn fruitful for me. No, it will be fruitful. Juicy, creamy, and exotic fruit, which I will savour and relish to the fullest.’ Her eyes lit up as her lips curled up in a devilishly charming smile.
She walked behind the boys with a spring in her steps, keeping just an arm’s length distance from Alaric, who was closest to her.
When she saw a group of boys and girls passing by at a close distance, she intentionally let one of them bump into her and then pretended to fumble with her steps as she stumbled forward. Her eyes remained on Alaric’s right wrist.
She extended both her hands to grab his wrist, her eyes glinting with pure joy of drawing first blood. But her hopes were soon doused by a bucket of icy, cold water.
Alaric was way faster than her. He was a werewolf after all, with strong senses, you see. He instinctively dodged her advances and evaded her stumbling path completely. This was the same hand that had the ghastly scar on his palm, and he was a bit sensitive about it.
Elisa, who was still in motion, really lost her footing, this time, because of her pointy and steep heels. Without her powers, she couldn’t stop herself in time as she braced herself to fall off unceremoniously as her eyes shut close tightly.
But before she could actually take a nosedive, Brave grabbed her by the shoulder to avoid her ungraceful fall. He steadied her while asking, "Secretary Queens, are you alright?"
When Dion and Elio heard Brave, they turned around to see what had happened.
Elisa was truly in shock. As her entire focus was on Alaric’s wrist, she never thought something might this could happen as well. The most dreadful thing was that her plan failed. Or one might say, she chose the wrong target for such an act. Alaric was sharp and wasn’t the easy one to deal with.
Though she was embarrassed as well as agitated by Alaric’s actions and wanted to punish him, she composed herself, for her bigger plan, pulled away from Brave, and replied, "I am extremely sorry, Mr. Everests. I just lost my footing."
Brave repeated his question, "It’s not a problem, but are you alright?" His eyes then landed on her shoulder. The strip of her upper clothing, where he had grabbed earlier, the fabric had ripped off and was about to snap at any second.
She replied, her voice meek, "I may have~ .... twisted my ankle a bit, tskkkk." She even faked a hiss to make her act more convincing.
Brave as a true gentleman, he was left with no choice. He bent down, carried her up in his arms, and walked to a nearby clothing store.
Alaric, Dion, and Elio were left flabbergasted by his abrupt actions. But in the end, they accompanied him.
Though by sheer luck, Elisa’s trick somehow worked. At least, this incident gave her a reason to get close to Brave. The one who had riled up her desire to conquer the Lycans a year ago. She feigned embarrassment as she questioned him, her face crimson while she muttered, "Mr. Everests, I~ ...... I can walk ...... on my own. It is just a little~ ... sprain," she finished her words with a light yet audible enough grunt.
"Stay put for a while, Ms. Queens," he said to her as he entered an apparel store. He then settled Elisa down and clarified, his voice low, "I am sorry for the lack of manners on my part ... But your upper garment .... it is about to~," he left the rest of his words unsaid. He then instructed a staff member to bring a simple shirt in Elisa’s size and also to call for a doctor.
Elisa now realized why Brave had carried her all the way here. His brothers also heard his words and noticed the ripped strip.
Though it wasn’t a big deal for Elisa, as she demons wore only minimalistic clothing, just enough to cover the secret parts, she gasped dramatically, covered her chest and shoulder with her other hand. She was all immersed in her act of playing the virgin maiden.

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