Mated To My Best Friend's Lycan Alpha Brothers-Chapter 221: Two Nights Ago

(Author’s POV)

"Dion, where have you been? Ohh ... my moon goddess, you are soaked to the core," Sara inquired, as soon as she saw her son in a drenched state.

He was dripping wet, from head to toe. His copper hair were saturated with rainwater which was dripping down and falling to the floor, making its own puddle. His clothes, nevertheless, were the same, sticking to his skin and bones, showing off his biceps, his packs, his well-toned body.

With practiced ease he slid the shiny gift box in his pocket with one hand and tousled his hair with another, replying, "Mother, I just had to pick something urgent before the flight."

"Gosh ...... don’t make a mess and go change your clothes. Hurry up," Sara shoed him away.

Once he was inside the elevator, Sara ordered Yona, who for some reason, was on cleaning duty today, "Yona, bring a cup of warm ginger tea to Dion’s room and make sure he drinks it."

Yona bowed her head and accepted in a heartbeat, "Yes, Luna," and went inside the kitchen to prepare the drink.

For some mysterious reason, she wasn’t quite enthusiastic, you could say she was somewhat in a daze. Her mind drifting off to what happened two nights ago. After Dion rejected sleeping with her, or you could say, doing any sort of intimate activities with her, she went out to the woods to ease up her frustration.

After reaching to the moon shine’s territory border, in her human form and assuring herself that no one was nearby, she transformed into her wolf form.

Her wolf was shiny with blonde fur and a few brown spots on it. She was a mediocre wolf both in physique and in combat to be very honest but her ability wasn’t limit to just these two things.

Blonde wolves were a scarce specie and they were found mainly in the country named Brulena which was on the other side of the globe. That made every eye turn towards her, some with curiosity, some with envy, some with evident scorn.

’Ahhh~ ... it’s good to finally transform and feel the breeze on my fur,’ Sparkle purred as she started sprinting towards the other direction.

As she went on and on, a voice interrupted her peaceful run, "Ohhhh, look who’s here. Fancy seeing you. I thought you would never leave that damned infested castle at all," a big male wolf, with red and yellowish fur ran beside her as he said this.

Both Sparkle and Yona got startled by the sudden intrusion. She was here to ease off her mind and think of a new way to seduce Dion back but the uninvited wolf has ruined all her plan. She slowed down her speed and feigning extreme innocence and gentleness in her tone, she replied, "Victor, where have you been? I have been trying to contact you since that night. Neither you nor Damien picked up any of my calls. Are you alright, hmm?"

Victor Smith scoffed, "Alright? You are asking me, am I alright? I nearly died by that lousy wolf less bastard who has Lycan blood flowing in him. He has killed Damien on the spot. I somehow managed to escape and reported it to the rogue king. He is furious beyond measures and want to tear those high and mighty Lycan dirts apart."

They went to a riverbank at a neutral territory. Changing back into their human form, in nothing but their birth suit now, they stared at each other.

"I didn’t mean to ignore the Rogue King or you Vic. The Everests household has been chaotic and on high alert ever since Brave was injured. They have been snooping and searching all around so I didn’t wanted to take any chances. I was worried for your safety," she tried to explain her side, her voice pleading and meek.

When Victor saw her helpless look, he felt guilty that he doubted his lover. He walked towards Yona and as he closed in on her, she saw several bruise marks, blue and purple marking his shoulder and chest. She feigned concern, covering her mouth with her hand, with a shocking expression, she asked, "Vic, wh~.... what in the world happened to you?"

Victor hugged her and mumbled beside her earlobe, "It is all because of that Lycan mutt. These injuries and your situation. I swear on the moon goddess, the next time I see him, he will be a dead wolf less, wolf."

Yona rolled her eyes at him but said nothing. She just sobbed in his arms and said sweet nothings to him which softened his heart gradually.

Which started as just a simple, comforting hug, soon changed into lust filled battleground as they both mingled their bodies with each other.

Yona wouldn’t have done it with him but she was sexually frustrated because of what happened inside Dion’s room. So, she wanted to let out the pent-up irritation within her.

And Victor, you could say, he was craving to have Yona for a while. He straddled, penetrated and suffocated her in the open, like a true animal, wild animal.

After going at it for two more rounds, they were disturbed by someone familiar. The person cleared his throat and they both, startled by the new comer, separated.

"I don’t mean to disturb your ’not so secret’ rendezvous but .... The Rogue King has asked for your presence, Princess Yona," the person chimed not with respect but with plain and utter mockery.

"Ro~ Rogue King? Is he nearby?" Yona was shocked to hear that the King was out of his territory. She didn’t expect that.

The person laughed, his ominous mock filled laughter echoed inside the forest, "Rogue King? Princess, isn’t it time now for you call him father?" he taunted Yona as he bored his eyes at her.

Yona’s face turned ice cold as she glared at him and said, "Romario, stay in your lane and know your place." Then straightening her posture and giving him a deadly look, she said "Show the way."

The one named Romario gritted his teeth at her biting remark but started walking in the opposite direction. Yona looked at Victor and asked, gnashing at him, "Why didn’t you tell me that ’he’ was here?" She was truly displeased.

"I~ .... I," he was fumbling with his words.

"Arghhh ... forget it," she shrugged him away and walked, her chest puffed out, her face proud. Gone was her submissive demeanor as she walked naked, with poise.

Soon, they reached their destination. Before the guards could see Yona in that state, Victor rushed forward and came back with a shawl and without saying anything he draped it around Yona carefully, covering her exposed skin.

Romario scoffed inwardly, ’What lovesick fool? Is he a dimwit or does he not even know that, this princess, is corrupt to the core and most of the people inside already are aware of it.’

Yona didn’t even flinch, wearing an unsightly black thin shawl, snaking around her body. She walked with confidence, her face showing absolutely nothing although everyone’s eyes were on her.

Romario led her to a cellar and gestured for her to go inside. Victor tried to follow her but was stopped by him, "You are not allowed. The Rogue King wishes to speak with the princess, alone. I suggest, in the meantime, you should put on some clothes to cover yourself as well."

Victor became tensed, his fists clenched tightly on either of his side. He wanted to accompany Yona inside and ease some of the wrath of the Rogue King. But orders were meant to be followed, so he had no choice but to drop the idea altogether.

Yona took a deep, long breath, to prepare herself and went inside.

The room was eerily quiet. It was more or less dark with just few lamps flickering. As she stepped inside, looking straight into nothing but darkness, she got on one knee, bowed her head respectfully and greeted, "I, Yona, greet the Rogue King."

No reply came from the other side.

With her head still lowered, she sandwiched both her lips between her teeth tightly. She was damn nervous as sweat beads formed on her forehead and her palms turned clammy but she didn’t dare to look up.

After four minutes of absolute silence, she heard a gravelly sigh and then heavy but lazy footsteps followed it.

Yona held her breath, with every step that the person took, her heartbeat jumped, acting erratically. She could feel him approaching.

The footsteps halted right in front of her. From her line of sight, see saw a pair of black spotless leather shoes.

A hoarse, guttural voice interrupted her, "You may rise."

She swallowed her saliva and raised her head slowly. As she was getting up, her eyes were met with stone cold sharp grey eyes. Almost instinctively, she flinched and lowered her head again.

As she stood erect, the person muttered, "You have disappointed me greatly, Yona."

To Be Continued . . . . . . . .