Mated To My Best Friend's Lycan Alpha Brothers novel Chapter 301

Chapter 301: Her Vulnerable Side

(Author’s POV)

"When did I open the window?" Myra scratched her hair in contemplation as she felt a gust of cold wind on her exposed skin. Snapping her finger, she muttered in a coherent, childlike voice, "Ahhaaaa~ it must be my cutie .... cutie mum~ ma." She hiccupped, which was followed by a carefree giggle, "Le~ .... Mee~ ...... clo~ ze~ ... it.

With staggering steps, she hopped and strode her way towards the window to latch it. After shutting it tightly, she turned around and mumbled, "Now~ .... should I~ *hiccup* ... fin~d yuhh, switchy? Umm~ *hiccup* .... Where are you hiding? Come out, come out." She was totally out of her senses as she rubbed her palms together.

Myra took a step or two forward, but her feet got tangled together and she lost her entire balance. A squeal escaped her mouth as she instinctively squeezed her eyes shut and started falling forward, bracing for the impact to hit her.

But surprisingly enough, the fall~ ... it never happened.

Instead~ ... two strong, firm and brawny arms caught Myra in time and held her in an iron grip from behind, securing her in his warm and assuring embrace. The person then steadied her body and whispered near her earlobe, his voice dark, deep, husky and mesmerizing, "You still don’t know how to be careful, hmm. Still stumbling as always."

Myra felt her soul leaving her body in that instant.

She was about to scream at the top of her lungs, but before she could, the person covered her mouth with his right hand and murmured, his breath came out uneven, laboured and broken, "Ssssshhhh .... I won’t hurt you, Myra."

She instantly felt the dampness on her back. Even with Fabian’s jacket, she could feel the heat radiating from that person’s body.

Their bodies were pressed tightly, so much so that not even the air could pass between them. She mumbled something, but because her mouth was covered, only a blabbering sound could be heard.

"Promise me, you won’t try to shout again, and I promise to remove my hand, ohh~kay?" the person said, his voice hoarse, yet the softness in it was inevitable to discern.

Myra nodded repeatedly like a wobbly head. She was still in her drunken state. As promised, that person removed his hand, and Myra spoke, her voice came out slurry and indistinct, "Who~ ..... ahhh~ yuhhhh *hiccup*? H~ ow di~ d yu~hhhh *hiccup* ge~t in~side?" Realizing something, she exclaimed, "Ohhhhhhhhhhwwww~ .... You must be~ ... *hiccup*~ ...... that naugh~ ty switch .... that got lost. But when~ ... *hiccup* .... did you start talking, hmm?" She furrowed her brows together.

The person was speechless by her utter gibberish. He knitted his brows and commented, "You have been drinking? Seeing that you are completely wasted, with whom did you get drunk? Was it that young Prof., you call your longtime friend, huhh? Did you drink with Fabian Stephens till this time?" he asked with a dangerous tone when he noticed she was wearing Fabian’s jacket. His eyes were a shade or two darker. A murderous glint flashed across them.

In a fit of unrestrained urge, he flipped her to face him, pinning her back against the wall, beside the window.

Then he raised Myra’s chin gently and looked at her flushed cheeks and swollen mouth, and spat, "Why are you wearing his jacket?" he took it off and threw it to the floor in disgust.

Brushing her lips with his rough, callused thumb, he jabbed another question her way, "Why is your mouth swollen? And~ .... why the fucking hell do you smell like that damned son of a bastard, huhh? Did you~ ... did you kiss him? Answer me. Did you and him~ ..... " he hesitated to complete his words. His wolf was fuming inside him.

As the room was mostly dark, Myra couldn’t see who it was, so she reached for his face and caressed it with her fingers. His hair were drenched in rain, few water droplets had fallen on his cheeks. She wiped them off and spoke, "Yuhhh~ ...... ta~lk .... too much. Keep quiet, will yuhh?" She then placed her fingers on his lips and muttered, "Ssssshhhh."

Her intoxicating and warm breath fanned at his chin, and the desire buried deep within him was eager to come out any minute. He was about to say something, but Myra didn’t let him speak, "Yuhhhh~ ... don’t listen, huffff. I shou~ld shut you up." She whiffed his cologne and uttered, "Ummm~ .... Such a nice sh~cent."

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