<h4>Chapter 270: The Bloodied Piece OF Cloth</h4>


    (Author’s POV)


    "It caught fire, and the Lycan Alphas are still inside. They insist on rescuing people."


    "Come here and stop them."


    "Your grandfather will be furious if something happens to any of them. So,e fast."


    "Why are you not here yet?"


    "Fabian, why aren’t you answering my calls?"


    "Fabian Stephens ..." Elisa’s messages keep popping up, each one more furious than the previous.


    "Fabian~ ... Fabian~ .... Are you alright? You don’t seem good?" Myra inquired with concern.


    Fabian, who has been staring at his phone, snapped out of it and looked at Myra, his eyes holding many questions. ’If the Lycans were at the mall with Elisa, did any of them encounter Myra? Or did Myra~ ... did she see them?" his thoughts were interrupted by Myra again.


    "Fabian, you look pale? Did something happen?" she asked.


    He looked straight at Myra but didn’t have the courage to ask her about the Everests brothers. He knew how close her rtionship was with the only Lycan princess, Nora Everests. If Myra didn’t meet any of them and he, mistakenly, let the cat out of the bag, then that would be truly troublesome.


    "Nothing~ ... I just saw that an acquaintance was also trapped in the mall," Fabian exined as he regained his lostposure.


    "Ohhh, are they out? Are they alright?" Myra questioned.


    "Just received a text. They are safe now," Fabian answered and resumed driving.


    All the girls released a sigh of relief. Then Yelenamented, "Hey~ ... Fabby~ you are not angry with us, right? Umm?"


    With a stern face and a firm tone, he replied, "I still am, Yelena."


    Yelena clicked her tongue and held back her curses. She then opened her mouth to tell him the reason why they went to the mall, but this time she was interrupted by Myra’s phone ringtone.


    Myra looked at the caller ID, and as she expected, it was a call from her father, William. Yelena asked, "Who is it?"


    "Dad," the reply came. "He must have seen the news."


    "Hey, listen~ ... don’t mention that we were inside the mall when the fire broke out," Yelena suggested.


    Wendy backed her up, "Good idea. Mom and Dad will get worried. And~" ’Next time they won’t even let them get out like that.’ She didn’t say thest part out loud.


    Myra nodded, thinking it was reasonable. She finally picked up the call as William’s anxious voice filled her ears, "Myra, are you, Wendy, and Yelena, alright? We just saw the news? Where are you? Is any of you hurt? Are you still trapped inside the mall?"


    Myra gazed at her arm, which was now covered with Fabian’s fancy necktie. She omitted about it and said, "Dad, dad~ ... ... rx. We are all fine. Nothing happened to any of us. We were not inside the mall when the incident happened."


    "Are you sure you are not hiding something?" William asked with skepticism. He knew how his daughters were. They had inherited his and Sandra’s habit of concealing the devastating news in order not to worry others.


    "Yeah, Dad. Don’t worry. We are on are way already," saying this, Myra disconnected the call.


    Within ten minutes, they reached the area where the Red Stone housing was located. Fabian drove them in front of the main gate of Myra’s house. Yelena and Wendy got out of the car immediately, but as Myra was about to exit the vehicle as well, Fabian called out, "Myra, wait~"


    Myra gave him a perplexed expression as Yelena asked, "Myra, why aren’t youing out?"


    Fabian rolled his window and said, his voice a pitch low, "Her hand is injured. If William and Sandra see her in that state, your cover will be blown off and your lies will be exposed. I will give her wound a quick dressing and bring her back." And without another word, he drove off to his house.


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    After a joint effort of the brothers, the rescue team, and the fire department, they managed to control the zing mes after an hour. Elisa, who was waiting outside, anxious with other survivors, jumped up on her feet when she saw the Lycan Alphas walking in unison.


    Apart from ric, whose face was covered in soot, none of the brothers looked injured, though their casual yet expensive clothes were all creased and dirty.


    Despite this unkemptness, Elisa couldn’t help but admire the sex appeal and handsomeness only possessed by the immortal beings. They were truly gifted in strength as well as appearance. It would be worth the effort if their skills in bed were top notch as well. Though Elisa was sure that they were.


    Donning a concerned and terrified look on her face, Elisa came rushing towards them, her eyes bloodshot, with fake tears welling up in the corners of her eyes. She intended to dash towards them and hug one of them, just like they show in movies. And when they are caught off guard, she can find the opportunity to cut off the red string.


    This time her target was Dion. She rushed in his direction, but thetter dodged her effortlessly, stating, "Whoa~ .... whoa~ ... whoa~ ... hang on, Ms. Queens, careful there. You might hurt that ankle of yours again."


    Feeling embarrassed, Elisa reined her steps in time. She gave all of them a look full of worry and asked, "Did any of you get hurt?" Then, she feigned a shocking expression, with both her hands covering her mouth, as she eximed, "Oh my goodness, Mr. ric. Wh~ ... what happened to your face? Don’t tell me~" her eyes brimmed with unshed tears as she left her words unsaid. She tried getting closer to him in pretense to check on his face, which she suspected had an injury, but ric distanced himself from her, "Secretary Queens, no need to overreact. It is just grime." He wiped it off with his hand and dusted it on his pants.


    "Ooo~ ...... ohhhh~ my ... thank goodness. I thought you~" tears rolled down her eyes, but ric remained as stoic and aloof as ever. He didn’t give a damn, nor did he care for her act, or even if it was all genuine.


    Dion noticed someone shady in a faraway ce. Without alerting anyone, he excused himself, "Ahhh~ ...... I need to make a quick call ...... I will just be right back."


    "But Mr. Dion, we need to go back~" Elisa was getting impatient. She wanted to go to the hotel as soon as possible.


    Dion gave her a cold shoulder as he said, his tone heavy for the first time in her presence, "Ms. Queens, you are a secretary. It is better to stick to the script and behave like one." He then changed his expression and gave her a genuine smile, and walked off.


    Brave called out to Elisa, "Secretary Queens, give me the car keys?"


    "Why?" the word came out without realization, her tone filled with irritation. Elio, Brave, and ric looked at her with weird expressions as she changed her demeanor, "Mr. Brave, why are you asking for the car keys?" her voice coy and innocent.


    "To drive, of course," Elio remarked with a light scoff. Brave elbowed him and added, his tone polite, "It must have been a traumatic experience for you. I don’t think you are in any condition to drive us all back to the hotel." Saying this, he extended his right hand asking for the keys. Elisa’s eyes red at the protective charm as if it were her nemesis. And it really was proving to be.


    Dion walked leisurely to the ce where he had seen someone suspicious, but as he was passing by, a sudden gust of wind blew, carrying with it a unique scent. A scent he was familiar with. A scent he had been dying to sniff. The smell of his fated, his mate. The fruity, flowery, mesmerizing scent of Myra Miracle.


    He stopped in his tracks, as his eyes turned two shades darker. Drey got excited to whiff the air as he remarked, ’It’s our mate. It is no doubt, Myra’s lovely fragrance. OUR MATE IS HERE, DION. Our mate is here.’


    Dion forgot all about the suspicious person and started searching for Myra frantically. He sniffed the air once again, which was filled with residual of the fire incident. But Myra’s faint scent was still lingering, making his heart race, a mile a minute.


    Like a true madman, he looked at the crowd, but none of them resembled or sounded like his mate. But another gust of wind gave him the clue as he headed in that direction.


    He scurried towards the source but saw no one in the picture. But on close observation, he found a piece of soiled cloth that was stuck in a decorative snake nt. He crouched down to pick it up and saw that it was a handkerchief, covered in blood. And the blood stained piece of clothing was where the scent wasing from.


    Drey howled inside his head, ’The mate is injured. We need to find her.’


    To Be Continued . . . . . . .