Mated To My Best Friend's Lycan Alpha Brothers-Chapter 150: Sa~ve Th..at Girl

(Author’s POV)

"Did you see this, how excited my meat is getting to be inside your slimy hole, you whore. Be grateful human, that a rogue wolf like my status is even fucking a human cunt like yours," he snorted while touching his crotch from above his pants.

Myra hysterically cried for help, her pleas desperate and induced with pain, "Somebody ..... save me, please .... e. Help me, please." She was crawling slowly in order to escape, but her attempt was futile.

The rogue wolves started laughing at her jarring, battered state. It was making them more excited and thrilled. The tattooed guy bent down and grabbed her ankle sharply, pulling her roughly, "Alright chick, it’s time for our meal. Mm~ hmmmm ...... I will enjoy you to the fullest."

Myra grappled her fingers, trying to hold onto something as her cries for mercy heightened, "Please, I beg you. Just let me go. I have nothing to do with them. Please." Her shaky voice reverberated inside the forest but no one could hear her cry for help apart from wild boars and birds.

The other man just stood on the side, enjoying Myra’s struggle and gave a disgustingly ugly smirk.

Myra was like a fish out of water, wrestling for her life. She tried again and again to shake the tattooed guy off but he was strong as a bull and just enjoyed her cute little act of scuffle.

Out of the blue, Myra stopped all her attempts. Abruptly, she halted her cries, her struggles and seem to have given into her cruel fate, as the tattooed guy dragged her brutally. She seems to have passed out from sheer fear.

The men looked at each other and as the other guy said, "Is she already dead? That’s boring. Humans are too weak. I haven’t even started and she is already gone."

"No, it is not boring. This is more thrilling. I always wanted to fuck a dead female, she wolf or human, I don’t care. And now that I have an appetizing meal right in front of me, I will have my share. Then, we can simply behead her and bury her headless body somewhere deep inside the mountain," the rose inked wolf suggested.

The other wolf asked, "Behead such a pretty face? What are you so smitten and obsessed with her that you want to keep her head as a memento or what?"

Rose guy rolled his eyes and looked at his partner, "Are you fucking stupid? Her head is for confirming her death. We will show it to ’her and the leader.’ They will be thrilled to know that we have done the deed of killing that goddess daughter of the bastard of a Lycan King. I can’t wait to see his and his family’s reaction."

His partner smacked his own forehead in understanding, "Ohhhhhhh .... That makes sense."

Myra was listening to everything. ’They are planning to behead me? Confirming my death to ’her and some leader’? Who is after my life to be so cruel?’

Her mind was filled various conflicting thoughts, but right now her priority was to get to safety. She was trying to gather enough strength and wanted those rogues to let their guard down completely around her, so she could make her move.

At this point, het half naked state or her sticky, dirty hair or her mud painted face wasn’t of any importance. But the most important thing was, ’I can’t break down right now. Think Myra think. They can’t ruin you like that.’

Even in such a devastating situation she was trying to stay calm and act like a dead person.

As the inked guy stopped dragging and stood in front of her, he started unlatching his belt. Myra peeked slightly and aimed for his balls ruthlessly. Her kick was precise, aimed at his crotch as she swung her leg with all her might. As soon as their focus shifted, Myra dashed again, not looking back even once. She sprinted, after all her fate was at stake.

The inked wolf’s face scrunched as he backed off, getting caught totally off guard by her sneak attack. Yes, he was a powerful wolf and Myra was just an ordinary human with very less strength in comparison, but she was clever enough to play her cards right, zeroing on his testicles, probably his most sensitive body part.

When his procreating part was aimed at, the pain he felt was immeasurable. He cursed in agony, "Arghhhhhhhhh ....... YOU SLUTTY BITCH, urggggghh ...... how dare you? Mark, don’t let her ... run away. I will not spare her any mercy. Catch her."

His partner, Mark, he didn’t waste any time and ran after at her cussing internally, ’If she escapes and Yona finds out. The leader won’t show any mercy to us. I can’t let this shitty human ruin my life completely.’

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On the way back from the airport, Alaric was driving with his windows down to trace Myra’s lingering scent.

All of a sudden, a piercing ache shot through his heart, his face wrinkled.

The tyres made a screeching sound as his Lamborghini came to an abrupt halt. He was driving one forty miles an hour.

He mumbled, holding his chest, ’Arghhhh ...... what is this pain that I am experiencing? Urghh ...’ He felt as if a rock was pressing down at his chest.

Alex too could feel a heart wrenching ache. He said gruntingly, ’Al, it’s hurting a lot. Something does not feel right. My gut is telling me; this has something to do with Myra. We need to find her, FAST. She might be in grave danger."

Alaric clenched his jaw as he gritted his teeth, listening to his wolf’s worry filled words. Sweat beads started forming on his forehead but he didn’t care about that.

His mind, his wolf and even his soul was telling him to search for Myra. That something was definitely up with her.

Shoving his discomforting state aside, Alaric drove his car again. His mind was more focused and determined to find Myra. Barely two minutes after driving, he had to stop again.

There was a tree blocking the path and a bloodied middle-aged man was lying unconscious on the side. An odd looking black colored tin sprayed bottle was placed with the scattered branches and leaves.

A car was parked at some distance; the back door of that car was open. It was the very place where Myra was attacked the first time.

Alaric got out of the car and he sensed that fruity, flowery scent. Alex shouted inside his head, "It’s my mate’s scent, Al. She is nearby. But Al, she is not alone. I can smell other wolves as well."

Alaric tensed up, his body went rigid. He felt uncomfortable. freewebnσvel.cѳm

The human cab driver grunted in pain, his breathing labored. Alaric made his way towards him as the driver kept on mumbling something, ’S~ ... sav~ .... Save tha~t gi~ ... rl. Save that girl."

Alaric’s ears shot up, he bent down and asked, his voice trembling, "What did you say? Which girl?"

The driver was on the verge of losing consciousness, his voice barely audible. But the kind middle aged man, even while being in such condition, managed to whisper, "THE .... Y W~ W .... ENT AF ..... TER HER. PLEASE ....., SAV~E HER."

As soon as his mouth formed those words, the barely contained strength in his body went away, as he collapsed, his eyes shut.

Alex was itching to take control of Alaric and get out. The pricking sensation in their hearts intensifying. Alaric sniffed the damp air as he got closer to the car.

Myra’s unique scent was filling the car’s interior. Her essential bag as well as her luggage was inside it.

A crushing voice of someone’s ear splitting screams was heard and Alaric, without wasting anytime, dashed off in that direction, his eyes changing color.

His heart palpitated furiously. There was a feeling of anger and fear and anxiety.

He didn’t know the reason why he felt like that. He just knew one thing, made it his mission. ’I need to find her.’

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The ground was slippery and muddy, uneven sharp-edged stones were cutting Myra’s feet, blood seeping out of it. But that didn’t alter her speed. She ran and ran and ran with full speed, frantically, as if there was a beast residing inside her giving her enough strength to keep going.

Mark, the guy who was chasing her after was confused, ’Isn’t she a human? How can she run that fast?’ He was perplexed as to how he couldn’t even catch a mere human peasant.

He transformed into his half human, half wolf state and went after her unsparingly.

Myra looked behind her, she could clearly see Mark catching up with her. She wanted to speed up some more but she was getting exhausted by now. Her legs were losing their remaining strength.

A large sized log was in her way, which she didn’t see and stumbled. She fell forward and her body crashed to the ground with a loud thud. She yelled, "NOOOOOOO, not now.’

In a blink of an eye, Mark caught up with her. And sneered, ’You freaking bitch. I didn’t know, catching you would be that difficult. I thought we would play this game forever. But now, no one can save you from me. Not even you. Aaawwooooooo ..."

He pulled his claw upward in a semicircular motion, ready to strike.

Myra wailed, thinking her end was near, "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ....." and closed her eyes, bracing herself for what to come. Her dirty fingers clenched tightly making a fist.

Few second passed by, but nothing happened, she just heard a sound of something collapsing. She opened her eyes and what she saw jolted her to the core.

To Be Continued . . . . . . .