(Author’s POV)
Nora ca out of the tent without waking Myra up in a slightly disheveled state. She kept on tossing and turning all night and didn’t sleep a wink, her mind full of deep thoughts.
"What’s up with you, Ora? Didn’t get any sleep? Must have been rough for you. the bedding" Alaric questioned with a hint of concern dripping from his voice like a good elder brother he was.
Rubbing her groggy eyes, removing sleep with a tissue, Nora replied, "Yeah, sort of. Had a ton of things on my mind, plus Myra too."
Alaric thought she was worried about her human friend’s health and just ruffled her already disoriented hair speaking casually with a little shrug, "It’s just a mild fever, don’t worry. She’ll be just fine."
Nora’s lips made a thin line as she was contemplating sothing, the talk between her and Myra still playing in her inner senses, making her restless and her brain cells full of chaotic pondering.
With a heavy sigh, Nora didn’t say anything further not wanting to worry Alaric anymore. He was already anxious about Brave, she didn’t wanted to add more to his worries.
Soon Myra ca out and settled beside Nora. They exchange so words about Myra’s tons of clothing and Brave’s whereabouts. Nora could clearly see Myra’s unease and concern towards her family mbers. It was just like how Myra is, caring and kind, always worrying about others well-being, a true pure and kind soul.
The weight of guilt regarding concealing her true identity from her childhood best friend was crushing her, more like haunting her. It was daunting.
On the other side, Myra’s hand was suddenly gripped when she was in her own fascinated world, admiring the landscape, which startled her. The soothing and slightly, sleepy voice of Dion mixed with his unique patchouli scent made its way in her earlobes and nostrils, "We’ll see many more sunrises together, hmmm."
Myra tilted her head and instinctively wanted to let go and surprisingly Dion didn’t held onto her and just mouthed, "Like Nora said, just like a true family, of course. What are you thinking? haha" his tone, teasing.
Myra glided to the other side, wanting to create so distance between her and Dion. Dion chuckled at her behavior; she looked like a frightened deer caught up in the headlights, which was in a way, kinda true.
Myra glanced at Dion, "Why are you giggling? Is there sothing funny?"
Dion licked his lips slightly wetting them just right, "You are too cute, just like a doe, adorable."
Myra was speechless at Dion words, her cheeks puffed at his choice of words, trying to showcase her anger. But he ended up laughing out loudly at her cutesy facial expressions, "Now, you are a chipmunk whose cheeks are filled with nuts, hahahaha."
Nora, Elio and Alaric looked their way asking, "What happened? Did we miss sothing funny?"
Myra’s mouth twitched, as Dion spat, "Nahh, just so random talk."
Myra thought, ’Not talk, more like random gibberish.’
Alaric and Nora didn’t mind it but Elio did. He was freaking out inside and his wolf, Leo was having a tough ti seeing Dion flirt with Myra. He knew well enough, how good of a charr Dion was; after all womanizing was his field of expertise. He was a smooth talker, charr and of course has genetically striking appearance.
Elio didn’t want to compete with his own brother in any way, but in case of Myra, he and Leo both didn’t like their banter or closeness or whatever, even one bit. He wasn’t the obsessive or possessive type but this was making him just that. The way Dion was looking at Myra, his gaze filled with attraction and enchantnt didn’t sit right with Elio.
In order to separate Dion and Myra he suggested, "Let’s capture a group picture to rember the beautiful sight. Dion bro, you are master at taking selfies."
Nora jumped at Elio’s words imdiately, "Ohhh yes, that’s right."
As Dion was busy opening his phone to take the picture, Elio, without wasting anymore ti, stood between him and Myra. He made a proud face, giving himself an internal pat on his own back. Leo was whistling inside his head approvingly.
Nora complained looking at the inverted cara, "Ahhh, I want my full profile. Brother Alaric, you stand here. Can you shift a bit, half of my body is out of the fra." She very swiftly, switched places with Alaric posing with a pout and a V sign.
Now, Myra’s back was pressed against Alaric’s front torso, making her super conscious. Her whole body tensed up at their abrupt closeness. Alaric’s face was just above her head.
Alaric was feeling shudders all over him, Myra’s back of the neck was visible to him, her captivating scent dancing around his respiratory area. His Adam’s apple moved violently as Alex was going bonkers, wanting to break free. He once again wanted to taste those juicy and alluring lips and snuggle in the crook of her neck. The urge to mark Myra then and there was pressing in on him.
Elio was in a tricky situation. As if fate was playing so dirty ga with him, when he separated Myra and Dion, Alaric ca into the picture. He loved Nora very much but right now he was seething his teeth at what she had done. ’Why do I have too many love rivals, and too my own brothers? Fuck, this is annoying.’
Taking a few more group and solo shots, they all departed for mansion.
Myra was still a bit sleepy, so she imdiately closed her eyes and took a nap.
Nora’s anxiety was cropping up bit by bit. She looked at how peacefully Myra was sleeping. ’If only this peace could last forever.’ The feeling of foreboding was heavy.
Without knowing, Nora was scratching her fingertips with her nails, peeling of her skin in the process. The sll of blood alerted all the brothers, as Alaric roared inside the mind link, "Stop hurting yourself. You are bleeding, Ora." He stopped the car to check up on her.
Nora halted him, "Ahhhh, I was~ I was just being careless, nothing to worry."
None of the brothers found her reason justifiable, Dion asked in a serious tone, "Tell us the real reason? We can tell sothing’s up with you?"
Chewing her lips, she murmured, "I just can’t hide it now."
"What are you talking about?" Elio questioned, "what are you hiding?"
Nora’s eyes glistened with unshed tears, her balls shifting red as she resolved and determined, declaring, "It’s about ti now I co clean. I have to tell Myra the truth. I have to tell her about our kind’s existence. Whatever the consequences, I’ll bear it, but I can conceal it no more. She has the right to know that I am not a human but a werewolf, a Lycan and an alpha."
To Be Continued . . . . . . . .
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