h4Chapter 258: im Them All As Her Consorts/h4

    (Author’s POV)

    "Getting a boyfriend? Didn’t we talk about itst night? I have no such ns, okay. At least, not in the near future. And, forget about getting hanky panky, or whatever," Myra remarked while rolling her eyes at Yelena.

    "Okay, okay. Chix sweetie. Forget about boys, men, boyfriends, and all. Let’s focus on the event that is in two days. Let’s go shopping tomorrow after ss and give you a full makeover," Yelena said with a glint in her eyes. She then added, her voice filled with excitement all of a sudden, "Ohh~ ... yeah, you can try ayered cut or wispy bangs would look even better on you. And for clothes we can~"

    "You seem more excited than I," Myra chuckled at Yelena’s rambling.

    "Of course, I am not just excited but beyond thrilled. You are going to attend such a prestigious event, and I couldn’t let you go, just like that. Apart from dress shopping, we need to do your hair, sort out your makeup style, and your nails, as well as decide on your footwear. Ohh gosh ... There is too much we have to do, tons of it," Yelena rubbed her palms as she expressed her eagerness, she was barely containing.

    "Hold your horses, Yel. Only a set of formal set of clothing and a bit of trimming would do. I don’t want to turn into someone new, all of a sudden. I don’t want to transform from a bibliophile into a diva or something. Let’s keep it simple," Myra muttered.

    "Ohhh phl~leaseeee, a no would do. This is only basic stuff, darling. You just feel awkward because you are always immersed in either books, or in the library, or attending sses, or working. You haven’t tried anything like this yet. But sometimes it is good to give yourself and your body some rest and let loose. Try something new, for once, umm," Yelena stated matter of factly. "Ohhh yeah, I know a fantastic ce, perfect for all this. You trust me, right? I would never make a fool out of you. Never. So, let’s go with the flow. Be confident."

    "Why are you giving Myra sis a pep talk, out of the blue, sis Yelena? Did something serious happen?" Wendy interrupted their conversation as she jumped from behind them. She had heard only thest line, so she got a bit worried thinking something might have happened.

    "Ac~tua~lly, Wends .... ummmm~ ...Something did happen with your sister," Yelena mumbled, her facial expression turning solemn. She was ying the same trick Myra had tried to y on her earlier.

    Wendy’s eyes widened as she asked nervously, "Wh~ what happened? Did someone bully you, sis?" She questioned Myra directly.

    But before Myra could say anything, Yelena muttered, "I am afraid, it is much bigger than getting bullied."

    "Much bigger? What is it? Tell me, na. You are making me anxious now," Wendy spoke, her jaw tightened.

    With one hand on her hips and the other on her forehead, Yelena replied, initially fumbling with her words, "Umm~ .... actually ......... the thing is .... your sister ... our Myra .... She is~." She was dragging it on, making Wendy tense.

    Myra licked her lips and pressed her lips, trying to stifle augh she was hardly containing. ’Yelena is much better at ying pranks.’ She then elbowed Yelena to just say the truth.

    Yelena nodded in understanding, as if to say, ’Okay, okay. I am telling her.’

    Wendy’s face was stiff, waiting in anticipation for Yelena to break the news as thetter said, her lips curling in a wide grin, "Your sister, our MYRA, is invited to the annual seminar held for top students." She then lowered her voice a notch or two, covered the side of her mouth, and said while leaning forward, "And that too .... By the stoic and moody, Prof. Oswald Mitchell."

    Wendy was expecting something dreadful, but when she heard Yelena’s words, her eyes flew open. She was stupefied for a few seconds. Then she beamed, showcasing her pearly white teeth, she spoke, her voice filled with enthusiasm, "Holy cow ...... WOW ... really ... th~ that’s ultimate news." She hugged Myra tightly while congratting her.

    Myra embraced her sister and thanked her. Yelena smiled, looking at their close sisterly bond, but when the sisters didn’t pull back even after a few seconds had passed, she uttered, feigning envy, "Ohh gosh ... someone wants to make me feel jealous, huhh. So, romantic." She wiped the fake tears from her cheeks, snuffled her nose.

    Myraughed while reaching out a hand to Yelena, gesturing her to join them for a hug as well. Yelena acted pretentious, rolling her eyes, but then joined the other two for a group hug. She hugged and squeezed them tightly as all of themughed heartily.

    After a brief moment, Wendy’s mumbling voice urred, "Uff~ ... can we let go now. It is suffocating me." She was sandwiched between Myra and Yelena.

    They all pulled away as Yelena smacked Wendy’s back casually, "You are way too fragile, Wends. You should do some morning exercises with your sister."

    "Ohk, ohk ...... don’t start with that again. You know, how we, fine arts students, are like. Always loaded and piled up with assignments. Toplete them in time and with effectiveness, I need my morning sleep," Wendy babbled. "Forget about me, give me more details about this event. Can Ie with you, huhh?"

    "Ahh~ ...... I don’t think they will allow any family members, as Prof. Mitchell neither mentioned such a thing, nor has he given me any formal invitation card," Myra sounded regretful. Then she added, "I will ask him directly tomorrow."

    Yelena then filled Wendy in, telling her about their ns to go shopping the next day. Wendy pleaded to join them as well. She has barely gone out of the nearby zone, as Red Stone was located further away from the downtown area.

    Although Myra reminded Wendy that she had sses but Yelena pinched her friend and stated, "You are too uptight. I will talk to Prof. Stefani Gill about Wendy. She is someone I am acquainted with and is a sweetheart. She won’t object. After all, Wendy has been among the top three students in her subjects." She then announced, her voice loud, "It’s decided then. All three of us will go shopping tomorrow."

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    In the Larson Mansion, the lively atmosphere turned tense when Jacob reprimanded Elisa as she was spacing out. Though she apologized in front of all the people. But inwardly, she was seething with pure rage towards Jacob Larson.

    She took him only as a lowly, dead bloodsucker who proimed himself as the King of Vampires. Unlike her, who was from the higher realm and a true queen. At least, that’s what she perceived. She was only using him right now to get to those Lycan werewolves.

    Soon, the brunch with the Everests brothers was over and Jacob departed, citing urgent business to attend. Hemanded Elisa, "Secretary Queens,e to the office." He had been working from his home office, so after giving orders, he disappeared upstairs.

    Elisa politely said her goodbyes and went behind Jacob. As she stood in front of the office, she recalled the past, her purpose to shake hands with a lowly Vampire.

    That night, a year ago, when she was luring Brave and was almost sessful in entrapping him. But by some strange energy and with the help of Myra’s voice, her ns were upturned and ruined. She had used a lot of her powers to set the trap for Brave, but as her ns didn’t work and Brave even attacked her, she lost almost all her powers. She was barely able to escape at thest minute and save her life.

    For a whole year, while regaining a bit of her strength, she devised a n to get the Lycan Alphas. Yes, not just Brave, but all the other brothers as well. She wanted to have them, devour them, im them for herself. If she did, she would not only regain her full strength but also rule hell. She will be the Queen of Hell. That was her goal, and she wants to keep the Lycan brothers as her consorts. To keep them at her beck and call, forever.

    So, she ordered her minion demons, her devoted followers, to gather intel on each one of them, and they, by their queen’smand, did just that. They kept a close watch on the Everests brothers in their dreams.

    They didn’t invade their sleep with nightmares, nor did they torment them. Although they were tempted but they simply couldn’t. If they tried any sort of thing, the boys would catch them, and that would be the end of them.

    So, they just observed silently whenever Brave, ric, Dion, and Elio slept. And reported every tiny bit of detail to Elisa, their queen.

    All of her demon followers told one thing to Elisa, which wasmon in all four of the brothers’ dreams. And that was, the Everests brothers would often dream about a human girl named Myra and even call out to her in their sleep, mumbling.

    To Be Continued . . . . . . . .