Mated To My Best Friend's Lycan Alpha Brothers-Chapter 359: Let’s Never See Each Other Again

Chapter 359: Let’s Never See Each Other Again
"Nor~ ... she is here? I mean~ ... what’s she doing here?" Dion couldn’t hold back his confusion. After such a tumultuous crisis, he was expecting Brave to return, but either alone or with Elio. It never crossed his mind, in such a chaotic time, that Brave would bring Nora with him.
Alaric hummed casually, "Ummhmm~ .... Rave has taken her back to the hotel. You~ .... After sending ’that girl’ back to her house, come straight to the Larson Villa. I am already here,’ after saying his piece, he didn’t wait for Dion and disconnected the call.
It took a little while for Dion to register everything. Craning his neck, he looked at the weeping, grimly sky, while tousling his wet hair back. Then he shifted his attention to the person sitting inside his car, resembling the very firmament. His long, now dampened eyelids fluttered while he held a conflicting look.
’Dio, are you going to tell her about Nora?’ Drey queried.
’I will have to~ ...,’ Dion replied. ’Nor has been eager to see her again. And I am sure she wants to meet her, too. A childhood bond like theirs can be weakened a little, but a rough patch cannot break it. Maybe, after reuniting with Nora, she will have a change of heart.’
’Or she might try to flee and hide again,’ Drey added.
’I won’t let her disappear from my sight, never again,’ Dion countered, his voice uncannily solemn.
’I know that, Dio. And neither will I let her go anywhere. But the timing ain’t correct,’ Drey conveyed his thoughts. ’I am not restricting you from telling her. You should~ .... of course, but~ ... not right now. Today has been quite eventful for everyone, especially her. Let’s not add anything more that can stress her out, hmm. Remember what the doctor told us. She suffered a panic attack. If something like that were to happen again, I won’t be able to bear seeing her like that,’ he confessed.
Dion agreed with his wolf’s statement. Telling Myra about Nora’s arrival might flare things up for the worse. He wanted to take things slow, to let her adjust at her own pace. Pushing her right now would only make her feel suffocated and cornered.
He walked back to his car fully drenched. As soon as he settled in, Myra asked, "What did they say? Did they manage to find him?"
"Ummhmm~ .... fortunately, they did," Myra’s rigid shoulders visibly relaxed. He looked in her eyes, searching for her reaction, "Right now, Mr. Larson~ .... he is in a private hospital~ getting treated ... though his condition~ .... remains dire. Nothing can be said if he could make it or not."
Myra pressed her lips tightly, "Which hospital is it? Can I~ .... can I visit him?"
"Why? Why do you care about him so much?" Before he could stop himself, the words escaped his lips. Honestly, during their drive from Hensenhaven to Esteria, curiosity was gnawing inside him. There was a tinge of jealousy as well. He wanted to know as to why Myra had such a massive, uncharacteristic reaction to Jacob’s accident. In his eyes, the two had no connection whatsoever. So, why?
Myra’s eyes narrowed, turning cold. She blurted out, "I don’t think I need to answer you about anything."
Dion licked his lips and backed away. He started the car and said, "If you can’t tell me, then~ ..."
"Then~ ...? Then, what? Are you trying to threaten me? Do you think that I can’t go alone?" Myra was about to get out, but Dion’s words made her have second thoughts. "And where do you think you will go to? Do you know which hospital he is at? What is the room number? His ward must be protected by a dozen bodyguards. Why do you think they will let you in so easily? What’s your relationship with him?" He tilted his head to the side and gave her a laid back look.
The barrage of questions, this thorough reality check, was like a slap on her face. She knew she was in no position to visit someone with the status of Jacob Larson. For a moment, sitting in such a fancy car, having influential people as her friends, studying in a place like Red Stone, had made her forget about her actuality. That her world was a millennium apart from theirs.
Truth be told, she was just too embarrassed to tell him the real reason. She regarded Jacob highly and admired him for his work ethic and his conduct. Or in simple terms, you could say, she was a die hard fan, a fangirl. But, from the fear of getting laughed at, she remained stubborn and didn’t tell him.
Fastening her seatbelt, she muttered, "I am tired. Mr. Everests, I want to go home."
Getting the cue, Dion shook his head and throttled the engine. The car ride was a silent one. All the time, Myra kept gazing at the changing scenery. She never once uttered anything or looked Dion’s way.
When they were near her doorsteps, out of the blue, she called for him, "Dion."
Dion, who was fighting internally to tell Myra about her sister or not, was caught off guard. But what startled him more was how she addressed him. It wasn’t ’Mr. Everests’ but ’Dion.’ A bud of hope started blooming inside him.
But her next words sucked the breath out of his lungs, "The next time you see me, pretend like we are strangers. Same for Alaric as well. My life here, in Esteria, has been joyful and peaceful, and I would like to keep it that way. The world we live in is poles apart. I have no intention to go that way. And I don’t want to run or fight anymore." She sounded weary.
His grip on the steering tightened, his knuckles losing colour. With a restrained voice, he uttered, "How are you so sure that you don’t belong there? I know we made a huge mistake ~ .... no~ ... it was a blunder .... not telling you about our identity and origin beforehand. But~ .... none of the things I~ ... we did for you, showed you was untrue. The affection, the joy, the happiness, none of it. We all still consider you as our family and have been waiting for you to~ ...."
"Stop. I have conveyed what I wanted to say." Myra’s eyes moistened as she was having a hard time keeping her composure in check. If this were so simple, she wouldn’t have taken her family and run away from Damona like that. She was aware that Dion didn’t know about the actual reason, and she wanted to keep it that way. At least, that dork Alaric had kept his promise and hadn’t breathed a thing about that blackened day.
Dion got anxious because of her firm stand, "What about Nora? Do you not miss her at all? You guys have been friends since the orphanage. Don’t you want to reconcile with her? She is~ ...." He was about to reveal to her, but Myra cut him off, "We have arrived. Thank you for taking me to my house, Mr. Everests. Let’s never see each other again."
The car halted as she stepped outside. Before the torrential rain could soak her, Dion, like a flash, got out of the vehicle and handed her the umbrella. "It would be troublesome if you caught a cold. You have not fully recovered."
Myra didn’t stand on ceremony either. She held over her head, gave him a polite, distant nod and walked towards the door. Her steps were resolute as she never once looked back.
Dion stood under the downpour until Myra went inside, his eyes never leaving her sight.
After that, he drove straight to Larson’s mansion.
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"Myra, when did you come last night? Wendy told us that you were staying at your classmate’s house for an assignment," William asked, his brows knitted in confusion when he saw her coming down the stairs.
She yawned uncontrollably as she answered, "Some things happened at her place, so I came back." She didn’t give any description. It would only add to their stress.
"By the way, any word from Yelena? She had gone out last evening and hasn’t returned since," Sandra added, her words brimming with worry.
Wendy was just about to tell them, but before that, the main door clicked open, catching everyone’s attention.
The next moment, Yelena stepped in, her appearance shabby, her eyelids droopy, her face puffy with visible bags under her eyes and sagging skin. Everyone in the room was stunned and horrified to see her condition. Sandra rushed towards her and inquired, "Yelena, where have you been, dear? And why do you look like this?" After getting closer, she noticed the clean dressing on her right foot, and a gasp escaped her mouth, "What has happened to your foot? How did you injure it?"
William, Myra and Wendy all looked at her wounded foot and couldn’t help but feel shocked. But what shocked them more was her statement, "I was at the hospital with Fabian."
To Be Continued . . . . . . .