Mated To My Best Friend's Lycan Alpha Brothers-Chapter 153: How Much Did He Pay You?

(Author’s POV)

"What are you doing here?" Myra asked with suspicion as she saw Alaric. She wasn’t expecting him of all the people.

"I~ I brought you here," Alaric confessed, his tone was a bit guilty.

Myra caught on that and fired another question at him, "And how did you find where I was?" fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

She had called him earlier but the call was disconnected midway due to poor reception, so it was impossible for Alaric to know where she was. That was the only thought that came to her mind as she gave him a sharp, unyielding glare.

"*Sigh* ........ I tracked you down with your scent," he told Myra truthfully.

’Traced with my scent? What utter bullshit is he mumbling?’ She didn’t understand and thought Alaric was just making things up. ’What is he, a dog? Actually, he is. But still this reasoning is~’

Her eyes were brimmed with skepticism towards him as she asked him point blank, "Was it you, who hired them? Did you bribe those men?"

Alaric was left speechless for few seconds. On a normal day, Myra’s accusation would have made him feel angry and aggravated, but today he felt nothing like that. Rather, he felt heartbroken.

He inquired her, by his voice you could tell he was hurt by her straight accusations, "Do you think I would something like that? What do you take me for?"

Myra didn’t hesitate with her answer, "Yes, I do think you would do that. You are very well capable of. After all, you hate me and didn’t like that I didn’t giving in to your command. Isn’t that enough of a reason." She spat; her words venomous.

Alaric tousled his hair in frustration, "I wouldn’t do something so cheap as to~ ... as to violate you. If I wanted to harm you, I have plenty of other ways to do that. I would have let Brave attack you last night, if that was the case. I would need so such a thing, Myra." He reasoned with her.

But his image in Myra’s mind was already distorted. She didn’t believe a single thing he said and said, "I don’t know what your real motive is." She paused, wiping her tears and said, "There was no one at the scene, no one, when they tried to ..... they tried to .... assault me. No was there to save me. And you are telling me, you miraculously appeared after I fainted and took me to the hospital. How easy does it sound, right?"

She met his eyes, with her veiny ones and added, "If you think I will believe this nonsense than you are wrong, Mr. Alaric Everests. Ohhhhhhh ..... I get it. You planned all this to happen so that not just my body but my spirit is also crushed brutally. You were pissed that I didn’t stay and orchestrated this to force me to stay."

Before Alaric could reply, a knock was heard on the door as Alaric barked, "Come in."

A female doctor who seems to be in her forties entered the room quietly, behind him was the doctor that came earlier to check up on Myra.

She smiled politely at Alaric and Myra but neither of them was in the mood to reciprocate the gesture.

The tension in the room was obvious as the female doctor gently started doing her job. She checked her vitals, injuries thoroughly and the other doctor told her about what drugs and was treatment he had given Myra.

Alaric was quiet all along, his eyes never leaving Myra, even for a second.

While examining her foot, Myra hissed in pain as Alaric shouted at the doctor, "Can’t you be gentle? What shitty people have this hospital hired as their doctors? Do you want to get fired?"

The female doctor was well aware of his status as well as his temperament. After all, when he first brought Myra in his arms, he made a huge scene and everyone was talking about him at their hospital.

"You don’t need to listen to him. I am fine," Myra assured the doctor, despite still being in pain.

Alaric was speechless again. He felt wronged in that moment and glared at Myra.

After close examination, the doctor asked her, "Are you feeling dizzy or uncomfortable anywhere?"

"Yes, a little bit," Myra told her honestly.

"Okay ...... Ms., the injuries on your body, though they may seem severe but, with proper care, they will heal in no time. As for your ankle and detached toe nail, things aren’t looking pretty good. It will take a lot of time to heal. You cannot put any pressure on your leg, otherwise it will aggravate your wounds. We will have to keep you under observation for a few days," the doctor told her analysis.

"Doctor, can’t you put a cast on it and give me some painkillers? I need to fly back to my country," Myra uttered.

"Nooo, you are not going anywhere in this condition," Alaric interrupted their talk.

"Who are you to dictate that. You have no right, whatsoever," Myra fired back.

The male doctor could feel his pulse quicken at their verbal spat. Neither one was backing down. He mumbled some excuse and got out of the room hurriedly leaving the female doctor to deal with them alone.

Nevertheless, the doctor kept her composure and said to Myra, "You cannot travel in your current condition. As your doctor, I won’t advice you."

But Myra was adamant, "But doctor, I cannot stay here anymore. I need to return."

Alaric interrupted them again and said, "You may take your leave doctor. We need to discuss something privately."

"No, we don’t have anything more to talk about, Mr. Everests," she stopped Alaric.

The doctor was in a bind and looked at Alaric.

Alaric shot her a threatening look. The doctor said humbly, "You should talk to your boyfriend. He has been worried sick for your health," and without giving Myra any chance to counter she walked away.

Now, it was only Myra and Alaric inside the room. Neither of them spoke for a few seconds.

Seeing that it was going nowhere, Alaric broke the deadlock, "Myra, you heard the doctor’s words right."

Myra glared at hi sharply, "I heard clearly but it will still not change my mind. I am going back and no one can stop me from going."

Alaric came close to her.

Myra backed away and shouted, "What are you trying to do?" she picked a glass and threw it at him, "Don’t come any closer. I don’t want to see your face. Alaric Everests, I HATE YOU."

Alaric paused, as Myra words hit him like a dagger. Alex grunted in sheer agony.

They both knew Myra didn’t like Alaric but hate, that was a strong word and they could feel it, her hatred.

"Listen, I know you want to return back to Damona as soon as possible but at least wait for two more days. Let your injuries recover," Alaric tried to negotiate with her, his tone was filled with something unexpected.

Myra turned her head away from him and didn’t utter anything for a few seconds. She then, muttered, "I don’t want to see you here for these two days." Her words filled with finality.

Alaric pursed his lips together, wanted to say something but held himself. He sighed loudly, nodded in agreement, "Okay, as you wish," turned around and reached the door.

He stopped and without looking back, said, "I haven’t told anybody at home about what happened. They think you have gone back to Damona. If you wish to tell Nora, tell them."

With these words, he left the room with heavy, imposing steps and straight to the doctor’s office.

Myra looked at the door in daze, her brain was spiraling with various thoughts. She really wanted to go but as the doctor said, her current situation wasn’t suitable for long travel. And also, if her family sees her in that state, there would be chaos and tension, which she didn’t wanted to happen at any cost.

Soon after, a nurse came in and smiled at her, saying, "It is time to take your medicine."

Myra didn’t respond and just kept looking out of the window. The talkative nurse changed the topic, "I must say, you have such a good eye. Your boyfriend is not just handsome but he is so attentive as well. He brought you here in his arms and summoned all the doctors available, even the hospital director. And not just that, when you were unconscious, he didn’t leave your side even for a second and kept nudging the doctor about your health."

She went on and on about Alaric’s appearance and his attentiveness. Myra was irritated by her voice and clapped back at her, "How much did he pay you to praise him like that?"

The nurse was left stunned by her response, she blinked several times and said, "Why will he pay me? Isn’t he your boyfriend?"

"He is the person I despise the most," Myra said this without missing a beat.

Alaric, who was standing just outside the door, her every word and clutched his fists, ’I am such a bad person in her eyes.’

To Be Continued . . . . . . . . .