(Author’s POV)
Myra kept taking glances at Brave and Alaric’s faces. It was like ’sa sa, but different’ kinda feeling for her.
Alaric noticed Myra’s lingering eyes, when she was unconsciously gawking at Brave in a daze. ’She wasn’t able to succeed in seducing , so now she’s going to switch her target, not bad human, you have got guts’ Alaric sneered inwardly, loathing Myra. ’But I won’t let you make your move on Brave.’
Myra looked at Alaric this ti and saw him glaring back at her fiercely. Her hand which was holding the spoon trembled a bit by that vicious gaze. She felt guilty then dismissed that thought gawking right back at Alaric, challenging him. Alaric sneered and gestured, his thumb slicing his neck. ’Try anything and you are dead at, human.’
"Read my lips, rude freak, nutcase" Myra’s mouth moved staring at Alaric. There were sparks flying between the two, as neither backed down.
Their deadly staring contest ended when Nora whispered, "Myra, Brother Dion and Elio is coming with us. Hey, why aren’t you having breakfast? Is everything fine with you?"
Myra choked, coughing badly, "I’m fine. What did you say?"
"That we both are coming with you two, right Nora" Dion giving his signature charming smile gestured at him and Elio.
Myra nodded and stuffed her food hurriedly.
After breakfast, Noah and Alaric took Brave with them to the study for discussing so ’pack matters.’ Sara couldn’t join the shopping gang because she had to visit Delta Ryan and his family regarding training schedules for young wolves.
Nora took Myra back to her room as they changed in a new set of clothes and headed to the exit.
Dion leisurely leaned against his red Ferrari’s door in his blue jeans and black sweatshirt while Elio walked towards the girls wearing a navy colored polo shirt matching it with a pair of white trousers looking youthful.
Elio bead at both of them, mostly Myra, and said, "Nora, you will take Dion’s car for now, Myra will sit with ."
Myra’s eyes fluttered at Elio’s words, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. The thought of, Elio and her being together in a confined space made Myra blush involuntarily, last night’s entanglent dashed before her vision.
Dion interrupted Elio’s advances, "Why did you decide unanimously that she will go with you?"
"Because her foot’s not fine yet, its healing not healed yet, Dion" Elio shrugged casually.
"Brother Dion, do you want only Myra to sit in your car and not your little sister" Nora feigned disappointnt, twisting the tip of her lips downward.
"Of course not, silly. You are my number one" Dion pinched Nora’s cheeks playfully. "Let’s go princess" he took Nora’s hands and marched towards his car, but his eyes dead set on Myra.
Elio took hold of the wheel chair and dragged it towards his black Lamborghini. ’Can’t they take just one car for four people? Why waste so many resources and pollute the air in the process? Way of the wealthy I guess but I still don’t get it.’
Myra stood from the wheel chair, leaning on her good foot to not put stress on the injury. Elio opened the door and Myra hopped in her seat, not touching anything, everything the Everests’ owned intimidated her greatly. She wanted to be extra careful.
Elio folded the wheelchair, putting it in the car’s trunk walked over to the drivers’ seat, taking the steering wheel, posing like a car model. Myra was beyond nervous, her palms sweating, not looking at Elio at all. Elio looked at her with a deep gaze and asked, "Ain’t you forgetting sothing?"
Myra’s mind flowed towards the kissing session as she downcasted her eyes, ’Isn’t he the one who left in the middle of um-.’ Elio saw her hesitation and smiled, his dimple deepening making him look helplessly endearing. Without warning he moved in Myra’s direction, bending forward.
Myra’s stopped breathing in that mont; she was too flabbergasted to react. With a click sound, Elio adjusted Myra’s seat belt, "Safety first gorgeous."
Elio was about to pull himself away but Myra’s vehently strong flowery fragrance wafted to his nostrils, arousing the desire he was trying hard to suppress. Last night, after he visited Alaric, he tossed and turned but couldn’t get a wink of sleep. His mind was filled with Myra and her lips, the scent she carried. All night, Leo was urging him to visit Myra one more ti, but as gentlemanly as Elio was, he denied the idea sternly. He didn’t want to co as a desperate pervert to Myra.
This sudden closeness reignited their previous encounter. Elio kept glancing at Myra’s lips, his breath blowing at it. Myra was eating her lip unconsciously due to nervousness, which made her look all the more sensual. Elio licked his lips, his little buddy tightened in his pants, his breathing heavy. He was about to repeat the scene his mind was flashing, but the honking of Dion’s car halted his actions. He cursed Dion as well as thanked him in his mind.
Elio was so into it that he was about to lose control. Without further ado, he sat up straight and ignited the engine, zooming off.
To Be Continued . . . . . . . . .
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