Mated To My Best Friend's Lycan Alpha Brothers-Chapter 173: Whose Voice Is That?

(Author’s POV)

Elio’s casual praise was enough to light a fire inside Lana Swiss’s heart. Her sable brown eyes gleamed at his remark.

She could feel his light but refreshing cologne wafting near her nostrils. Her mind was getting fuzzy. Too much for happening for her to process. She was drooling over him in her thoughts, ’HE PRAISED ME? Me .... And how can such a perfect person exit? I know he is not an ordinary person but a werewolf but gosh ...... he is heavenly. Even the scent he is emitting is delectable.’

"Lana, you can let go of me now," Elio spoke but Lana was having pretty romantic and vulgar thoughts blooming inside her mind. She was completely out of the zone. As if his scent was entrapping him. Her face was now tomato red as she was cooking some indescribable things in her mind.

Elio frowned and looked at Lana and asked, "Lana .... Lana?" When he noticed her reddened face, he asked, "Are you alright?" He pulled his hand a bit forcefully from her grip.

Lana snapped out of her reverie and quickly released what she was doing unknowingly. She got up in a hurry and bowed her head repeatedly to apologize, "Young Alpha Elio, I am deeply sorry."

Elio asked again, "Your face .... it is red. Are you running down a fever?" He was completely oblivious of her intentions.

When Elio pointed it out so blatantly, Lana blushed even more, but this time with embarrassment. She fumbled with her words nervously, "I~ ... I, I, maybe a little." She could not tell the real reason behind her condition.

"This is not good. Let me check," Elio got up and walked over at some distance. He picked up the first aid kit from the cabinet and walked back towards a flustered Lana, "Sit down, Lana."

Lana obediently followed his instructions and sat back quietly. Her face didn’t tone down. She lowered her face in embarrassment, avoiding any eye contact from Elio.

Elio stated, "If you won’t look up, how am I going to take your temperature. Look at me."

For him it was just a statement, but from Lana’s point of view he was making it worse. Each and every word that came out of his mouth was making her breathless as well as bashful. But nevertheless, she followed his words and looked up, but still avoiding his penetrating gaze.

To Elio, he was just treating her as a patient. After all, she was a staff who was hired to take care of his brother. He traced her temperature from her forehead, "Ummm .... You do have slight fever. Lana, take a rest. I will take care of things here."

"No, young Alpha Elio, not at all. I can’t let you do it. This is not right. I am totally fine. It is just~," Lana didn’t wanted to leave as she was cut off by Elio’s stern words.

"Lana Swiss, it is an order. You go to your room and I will ask someone to deliver fever reducer to you," his voice was not loud but clear.

Lana pursed her lips in a thin line. She nodded with her head down, "Okay, young Alpha. Then, I will just take a short nap and resume my duty." She didn’t let me say anything and made her exit.

Elio sighed and shook his head.

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The night was dark and dreary as the rain had started picking up in Kimberg.

Every rain drop, was like a background music to Dion’s ears as it landed on the river and the porch which was attached to his secret place.

The house was his salvation, his peace. A place to keep his mind calm. A total contrast from his usual chaotic life. None of his flings or his girlfriend’s had ever stepped inside his house. That was his sacred heaven.

But the time when he brought Myra to that place, it didn’t irk him or made him uncomfortable. The time he spent with her there was brief but memorable for him as well as his wolf, Drey. freeweɓnovel.cøm

That divine kiss, her pure, damp and luscious lips, her tongue which was intervened with his as she cried in his embrace.

At that time, he wasn’t aware that she was his fated mate. But still, he could feel the special connection between them. He has been with many women but he has never felt anything other than physical attractiveness.

But that wasn’t the case with Myra Miracle. Yes, she was physically attractive, her mind, her soul, her everything, he was getting obsessed with her.

Her radiant smile, the way she said his name, even her tears were so beautiful to him. Not being able to see her in person was driving him crazy. Her fruity, flower cologne, he was missing it.

He was picturing Myra’s image in her mind as he stroked his brush elegantly onto the canvas.

"Myra, ohhh Myra. My mate, my lovely mate. Ahhh, I miss you," he was humming her name sweetly.

With every stroke of his brush the portrait was taking shape. His heart fluttered as he completed making those sharp hazel eyes. "Ohhh my moon goddess, I am so glad I have been blessed with such a mate. Those eyes, they ignite a fire within my heart. The depth in them is far much greater than any sea, no any ocean. Every time I looked into those dazzling eyes, my heartthrobs and I could feel my mouth getting dry," Drey mumbled excitedly. He was a hopeless romantic and a bit twisted as well.

Dion was busy with painting her full pink lips as he remembered the sensation from that day. Those plump, juicy lips they were soft and tasted just heavenly. No dish in the whole of this universe could be compared with how Myra’s lips tasted.

As he completed them, a smile formed on his face.

He painted and painted as he recalled Myra’s image. Her not so perfect but adorable locks. Her cute earlobes, her eyelashes. Even without any make up, that girl was someone who would catch everyone’s attention.

With a final stroke of his brush, Dion licked his lips and traced her cheeks from the picture.

"You look ravishingly beautiful, my dear. If only you could talk to me," he uttered, his voice hoarse and deep.

"You made me with all your heart and soul, how can I not look beautiful, master," a sudden voice echoed within the painting.

Dion was stunned. There was a glass of rose wine lying beside him so he chalked it all up to his imagination. He thought he was hallucinating. But when his wolf, Drey gasped in shock made him realize something definitely was off, "What? What happened Drey?"

"Did you heard Myra’s voice or am I the only one going crazy here? This painting, it talked. It replied, Dion," Drey was baffled and so was Dion.

He looked at his creation and was speechless for a few seconds than he dismissed the thought altogether.

But the next second, the mesmerizing painting of Myra spoke again, "Master, kiss me."

Dion’s eyes widened as he stepped back and stumbled on a paint can, painting the floor red.

"How ... this ... fucking? How is this, how in the fucking world is this thing speaking?" he spoke loudly.

"You have a special gift master. Whatever you create is lifelike. You created me. I am yours. I am your own Myra Miracle," the image within the painting did not move or blink but it replied.

Dion was a gifted artist. He was well aware of that. But it was only just a hobby for him. He had the ability to create painting just like the original piece itself. But as he never created anyone’s portrait before, he never knew about this power of his.

He did not know how to react or say anything. Even the voice of that painting matched Myra’s. With a deep breath, he questioned, "Can you only speak? Or there is anything more you can do?"

"Master, what I know is that when you make a portrait of anyone with a certain emotion you can make it speak. You were feeling desire and hunger over me, so that’s what the image will reflect," the voice reverberated.

Drey’s mouth was wide open. Even he wasn’t aware of such a power.

"Master, talk to me. I am your Myra," the voice was desperate and restless.

"Am I the only one who can hear you?" Dion inquired.

"Only you and the person you have drawn can hear and talk to me and nobody else," Dion nodded in understanding.

He looked around the room. There were countless paintings he made leisurely, but none of talked. Then he realized he never painted any person. What he captured was, landscapes and other things.

His baffled expression was replaced by an unsettling smile. He walked back and stood in front of the painting and asked, "Do I have the ability to bring you to life?"

To Be Continued . . . . . . . .