Mated To My Best Friend's Lycan Alpha Brothers-Chapter 174: All I Want Is You, My Love

(Author’s POV)

Dion got curious after finding out his new ability. Though, he was still in shock he managed to asked some questions, "Am I the only one who can hear your voice?"

Myra’s voice imitated by the painting was like music to his ear. The similarity was hauntingly sweet to him as the reply came, "Only you and the person you have painted can hear my voice and no one else."

’Amusing,’ Dion thought as his lips curly upward into a smirk.

A painting that talks in Myra’s sweet, melodious voice, that was not just a power but ultimate blessing for Dion and his wolf.

He walked towards his creation, his strides confident and fluid. There was no hesitation, no stumbling this time as he stood in front of the painting. With both his hands on his waist, he looked deep into those hazel eyes and questioned, "Do I have the ability .... to bring you to life? Can you come out of the painting?"

He was anticipating for the reply but nothing came. Only the sound of rain tapping at the windows and walls buzzed around. He waited and waited but there was only silence.

"Myra?" he called out, his voice was itched with a hint of desperation.

"Yes, Master," the voice echoed.

Dion sighed in relief. He wasn’t aware he was holding his breath for god knows how much long.

He caressed the hair and leaned forward and kissed its forehead, whispering, his tone was like sugar, "I like you, do you like me, my love?"

"I will always like you because you are my one and only master," the reply came.

He smiled in satisfaction as he commented, "How I wish you were so meek and obedient in real life as well. But then again, that makes you all the more alluring and attractive. Just to my liking."

He moved his face downwards and kissed the tip of its nose, "What do you like about me?"

"What is there not to like about you master? I like everything about you," the voice this time was coy and sounded bashful.

Dion then moved towards its perfectly shaped lips and stroked it for few seconds. He leaned towards that plummy looking flesh and capture it.

But as soon as his lips touched, he retracted himself and shook his head as an inner voice echoed inside him, "Get a hold of yourself, Dion. This isn’t the real Myra. It is just an imitation and not the real deal."

His lips were painted pink as the portrait was still wet. With his thumb, he wiped off the color and pinched his nose bridge.

Drey mumbled, ’Such type of powers comes with a great price. We need to exercise caution and not use it too much. Do you remember how father’s power of erasing memory back fired on him."

Dion nodded. He fully agreed with his wolf.

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*huff* ... *huff* ... *huff* .... The place was pitch black as Myra ran continuously like someone was after her life. She couldn’t see anything and was just aimlessly sprinting. Her body was aching and her mind was restless. But there was no time to stop.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer. She didn’t dare to look behind her.

Barefoot, battered and blisters, nothing was mattered to her right now. She just wanted to escape this hell.

A sharp edgy rock was right ahead, which she couldn’t see because of the dark and stumbled.

She howled in pain. It was exactly like the incident from the forest. When that tattooed guy and his partner chased after her and she stumbled. History was repeating itself.

Myra could sense it. The person was standing right in front of her. Though, she could not see what or who it was, she could tell that its magnanimous, gigantic figure.

Her breath hitched as she pleaded, "Please, leave me. I don’t want to die. Spare me." Her voice was desperate and was filled with despair.

There was no voice but only a growl, powerful and filled with anger.

Myra swallowed her saliva as she gulped with nervousness. She broke into cold sweat as a sudden light emitted from the tall, enormous figure.

Two gem like stones were shining brightly parallel to each other, in blood red hue. They looked like eyes. Myra became nervous and backed away, dragging her body with the help of her elbow and swollen ankle.

But as she moved, the creature inched closer towards her, closing the gap within them. The growling intensified.

She was soon corned by the humungous figure. With nowhere left to go, she looked straight at those blood red orbs and asked, "What do you want? What have I done to you? Why are you chasing me?" Her voice trembled as she was holding in her tears.

Again, no reply came in. Only its grunts could be heard.

She begged, "Can’t you just let me go? I beg you, pleaseeeeeeee. SPARE ME." She couldn’t hold it back and started sobbing as tears kept falling from her eyes.

Her life was tragic since the moment she was born. Her birth parents had abandoned her. The orphanage staff, especially treated her like trash, her personal punching bag.

Although, her adoptive parents were good to her. The people around them, their extended family was rude to her. Always taunted her about her filthy unknown bloodline and how she was just a charity case.

In school, there were plenty of students who disliked her and Nora because of their orphan background. Myra’s so called cousins have spread bad things about Nora and her. At first, she would deny it, then she ignored it but things never changed.

Every time this happened, she could feel a pang in heart. But for the sake of her parents and her lovely sister Wendy, she kept quiet. At some point, the taunts turned into beatings and bullying. But Myra stood her ground and didn’t let them any reaction which would satisfy them.

In college, things changed and she was feeling alive for the first time. Nobody knew of her background, no one questioned her origin. There were no whispers, no taunts, no gossip.

But now, ever since her trip from Kimberg, her life took a U turn. She thought, she has overcome this but now everything was repeating.

She bawled her heart out unconsolably. Suddenly, the growl was replaced by a voice, a man’s voice. The voice was firm but tender, "Don’t cry."

Myra looked up to see who it was, but no one was in sight. Those blood red gems have disappeared completely.

Out of the blue, someone was touching her cheeks, the hands were rough but careful as they wiped her tears off. She grabbed those hands and asked while looking at nothingness, "Who are you?"

There was dead silence. When Myra thought, no reply was going to come, the voice echoed inside her ears, "You already know who I am."

Myra shrugged his hands off and asked, her voice hoarse, "What do you want from me?"

"All I want is ... you, my love," the reply came in, giving Myra shivers.

She was speechless. She knew she had heard this voice before but were, she couldn’t remember it at that moment. It was manly and deep.

She blurred without thinking, "Show yourself."

The person didn’t say anything and Myra thought that was it. But all of a sudden, a bright light emitted, making a halo behind him.

Myra covered her eyes with her hands and the person said, "Look at me, my love." She peeked from between her fingers and tried to look at his face but before she could see who it was, she heard a desperate cry, "Myra, Myra?"

Myra frowned as she creased her brows.

"MYRA, WAKE UP. Myra Miracle," Yelena shook her entire body as her voice trembled.

Myra jolted awake and gasped. She then looked at Yelena, who had a frantic look on her face. She touched her forehead and here cheeks and asked, "Are you alright?"

Myra was perplexed by her question, "What would happen to me?"

"You were crying in your sleep and yelling at someone. I tried to wake you up many times but you didn’t respond. Ohhh my gosh, I thought you were having sleep paralysis. Girl, you scared me to death," Yelena sighed in exhaustion.

Myra closed her eyes and tried to remember what happened. She was dreaming about something. Her memory was fuzzy but she still remembered the voice, the deep and gentle voice which called her, his love.

She tried to remember who it was, but the strain from that gave her a headache as she grunted.

"Hey, you are okay, right? Should I call Dr. Hayden, again?" Yelena asked with concern. Her forehead was wrinkled as she looked at Myra.

Myra looked at the time, it was four in the morning, the sky was still dark. She reached for Yelena’s hand, assuring her, "It was probably nothing. I just had a nightmare."

Yelena’s facial expression didn’t change. As she said, "You are getting these nightmares frequently now. It is not right at all."

To Be Continued . . . . . . . .