Mated To My Best Friend's Lycan Alpha Brothers-Chapter 161: How Will Mom And Dad React?

(Author’s POV)

Inside Yelena’s car, Wendy was freaking out big time, she was literally terrorized to see her sister’s injuries. One could see in her eyes as they were red and veiny now, any minute and she would bawl her heart out.

She asked, her voice piercingly, ear splittingly loud, "Tell me, sis. What the fuck happened to you? I want all the details. Don’t miss a single thing out." Her voice only became louder and louder.

"Language, Wendy, language. Aaaaaanddd ... relax. It is not as bad as it seems, you know. I~ ... I slipped and fell from the staircase," Myra explained as she lied. She was feeling guilty for it but she couldn’t tell the real reason to anyone.

Wendy argued, "Seriously, sis. Why didn’t you tell this earlier on the phone? You look horrible and you are saying it’s not that bad, huhh. It is worse, I can see that. And where the heck is Nora? She let you come all alone, in this condition, just like that? I can’t believe this. Isn’t she your best friend?"

Myra smacked Wendy on her head playfully as she said, "Don’t make mountain out of a molehill, ok? This is just superficial. It just looks bad. In a week, I will be good to go. Don’t worry. And as for Nora, she and her family insisted a lot, she even begged me not to leave. But I just missed you, mom and dad so much. I couldn’t wait any longer."

Myra didn’t lie about Nora’s pleas for her to stay, although it was for a different reason. Nora was not even aware about her wounds and how she got them.

Myra was wearing a buttoned up lilac colored top and navy bottoms, which helped her conceal the scars on her neck. All her injuries were covered thoroughly, so Wendy didn’t feel suspicious by her reasoning. By now, she was crying, as tears flowed like a stream from her doe like greyish black eyes.

Out of the blue, Wendy shrieked, "Ohhh my gosh, ohh my gosh. How will mom react? She is going to pass out when she sees you in this state, she really is going to. And Dad, he was so worried when you didn’t answer any of our calls. We even went to police station to file a missing report. Now, when he will see this ghastly cast and walking you with the help of crutches, I can’t even imagine how he will react."

Yelena who was quiet and just listening all this while, commented, "That is ... why .... you have to keep your mouth sealed, sweetheart." She winked at Wendy from the rear view mirror and raised both her eyes.

Wendy was puzzled by her words, she didn’t understand what Yelena was trying to say. She made a weird face and looked at Yelena and then at her sister puzzled, "What is she saying? I don’t~ ... I am not getting it. Even if I say nothing, mom and dad will eventually find out."

Myra heaved a heavy sigh and gazed at her confused sister. She explaining her, "Wendy, I am not going home. At least, not for until I recover enough. I cannot appear in this state in front of mom and dad. You know that. They won’t take it lightly."

"So, where are you going to stay, sis? What will you tell them? They think you are coming tomorrow and are very excited about it." Wendy told Myra.

Myra pressed her lips, forming a thin line. There was a pang of guilt in her eyes as she looked the other side, "I am going stay at Yelena’s apartment for the time being. As for mom and dad, I will tell them that the raining cats and dogs in Kimberg due to which all the flights have been cancelled for a week."

Yelena chimed in, "Wendy, baby. You will have to make sure your parents don’t google about flight schedules. Otherwise, they will grow suspicious."

Wendy opened her mouth and then closed it again. She was trying to process it all. How discreetly her sister has planned it all. She then asked, "Sis, do we have to do this? I know you don’t like lying and liars. And you are going to conceal such a big thing from mom and dad?"

Myra’s trip to Kimberg has turned her into a serial liar, although she hated it. But it was necessary this time. Wendy was easy to counter but her parents were sharp. They would catch her lies and would press her to tell them the real truth.

She covered her face with her hands in exhaustion as mumbled under her breath, "It is all those Everests’ fault, especially that narcissist."

"Huhhh? Did you say something, sis?" Wendy asked, her words were laced with concern.

"Nothing. I am just tried from the journey. My back is killing me," Myra muttered.

Soon, they reached Yelena’s apartment which was near their college. Yelena took Myra’s luggage out of her car while Wendy supported her sister. She kept on telling Myra, "Careful," and brushed off all the tiny pebbles with her foot.

Myra laughed at her sister’s over protectiveness. Wendy was behaving like her bodyguard.

They got in as Yelena set Myra’s bags aside and went to the kitchen to get some water. Wendy helped Myra on the couch, she tucked two soft cushions to support her back and kept on asking, "Do you need something, sis? Are you thirsty? Are you hungry?"

Yelena handed her and Myra lukewarm water, commenting, "Calm down, young one. You are behaving like Myra is pregnant and you are her child’s father."

Myra glared at her friend and Yelena made a zip it gesture and sealed her mouth. Wendy felt embarrassed by the analogy and settled down on a spare chair, her face all red, "I am sorry. Am I overdoing it? I am just concerned for you sis."

"You don’t have to apologize for something like this, silly. I understand your worries fully well," Myra assured her.

The sun was setting fast as sky turned in a pinkish orange glow. Myra said to Wendy, "It is getting late, Wendy. You should go home before it gets dark. Mom and dad must be waiting for you."

"But sis~ .... I ... I don’t want to leave you here all alone. Let me stay the night," Wendy tried to convince her sister.

"Ayeeee .... Wendy, she is not alone dude. I am here with her. I am also capable of taking care of your sister," Yelena jabbed at Wendy.

"I am not saying that. Don’t twist my words, Yelena," Wendy retorted as both Yelena and Myra started laughing.

"I will be fine, Wendy. There is Yelena and if anything happens, I will call you," Myra told her with a serious face.

"But Myra sis~" Wendy tried to argue some more but Myra shot it down, "No, I have already called the cab. It is waiting outside for you. You should hurry." Her words her stern.

Wendy was left with no choice she lowered her head and obliged with Myra’s words, "Ok, if you want that. But call me if anything happens?"

"Ahaaa~ ...... I will. Now go," Myra reassured her.

Wendy gave her a delicate hug, her eyes turned watery. She brushed off the tears and said, "Then, I will do the task you have given me, ok. See you tomorrow, sis. Take care of yourself. Bye."

Myra nodded and Wendy departed reluctantly. Yelena followed Wendy outside.

Now that Myra was all alone, she closed her tired eyes and leaned back her head to rest on the comfortable cushion. Her head was spinning a little. She murmured lightly, "I am finally back in Damona. It feels like so much time has passed."

Yelena came in shortly after, "Your sister is so cute, Myra. She started bawling her eyes out as soon as she got out. She even made me promise her, that I will take care of her. I wish I had a sister like that. You are lucky."

"Ummhmm~ I know," Myra replied with a smile.

With her hands on her hips, while striking a pose, Yelena asked, "What’s the deal? Why do you look so troubled, hmm?"

"Nahh, just I am fine, just a little itchy," Myra shrugged.

Yelena narrowed her eyes, questioning, "Are you sure?"

"Why will I not be?" Myra asked in confusion.

"Are you sure you slipped and fell from the stairs? Why do I feel like you are hiding something?" Yelena inquired with a dead pan face.

"Uhh~? What are you ... what are you implying? Why will I lie? Hahaha, you are funny. Are you binge watching that detective show on OTT?" Myra laughed nervously. She tried to change the topic desperately.

"If you don’t want to tell me, it’s fine. I won’t pester you about it anymore. Tell me, what do you want to eat? I will cook," Yelena sensed her hesitation and didn’t push.

"Pasta, I am craving Fettuccine Alfredo," Myra request, her eyes gleamed.

To Be Continued . . . . . . .