Mated To My Best Friend's Lycan Alpha Brothers
Chapter 191: The Conditions

Chapter 191: The Conditions

(Author’s POV)

"Myra, why are you eating in such a hurry. Eat slowly dear," Sandra said when she saw Myra stuffing her mouth with scrambled eggs. She was behaving like she has had no food for days.

With her mouth full, Myra covered it with her hand and mumbled, "Mom, I have an appointment. I can’t be late."

"Appointment? At this time?" William questioned. Raising his eyebrows, he waited for his daughter to reply.

Myra licked her lips, avoiding eye contact, she picked up an apple and replied, "Yes, a very important appointment about some college stuff." She left it at that. She gulped down her milk, got up from her chair, kissed Sandra and then William on their cheeks, ruffled Wendy’s hair to mess them up, "Hey~ sis. Do you know how much time it took me to fix them ..... like this ..... argh." Wendy feigned annoyance.

Myra walked away and when reaching the door, she turned around, blew a kiss towards Wendy, "I will buy you something good, okiez?" and stepped out of the house.

Once she was out of the threshold of her house, walked some distance and turned in at the corner, a luxurious black S-class sedan was waiting for her.

The driver opened the back door for her and gestured for her to go inside, "Ms. Miracle." She took a deep breath and settled inside nervously.

The driver settled at his designated seat and they rolled off.

Myra had a black colored folder in hand. The same folder Garry had given her. With one hand, she clenched it tightly and with other she was scratching her fingers with her thumb nail because of anxiety.

"Ms. Miracle, I am one of Mr. Yates Senior’s secretary Oliver Grey. He is at the Damona International airport, ready to fly for an urgent business trip. So, I am taking you there," the driver a.k.a. Garry’s secretary informed Myra in a business-like tone, though he had a smile plastered on his lips.

"Airport? Mr. Yates Senior didn’t say anything like that to me?" Myra questioned, her eyes narrowing with suspicion. ’What is he onto now?’ she thought in her mind.

Oliver, with a calm expression and professional smile replied, "Something happened at our overseas office and he needs to resolve the matter himself. It is quite an impromptu visit."

"Ok, then I can talk to him when he comes back," Myra said.

"Aaaa ... about that. Ms. Miracle, it will take him about half a month to settle the matter. So, he wanted to meet you at the airport. He is waiting for you," Oliver conveyed.

Myra just nodded but didn’t say anything after that. She leaned back, resting her head as she closed her eyes. She hasn’t slept much because of what she heard last night. As soon as the sun rose, she called Garry Yates to set up a meeting with him.

Garry had asked her to contact whenever she needed to, so she just went for it. She called him, asking him to meet her. To her surprise, he agreed readily as if he was waiting for her call. He wasn’t even irritated by the fact that she has called at such a time.

Her thoughts were replaying her parents’ conversation from last night. All night long, she has been tossing and turning in bed but sleep was far away from her.

"Mate .... You are my mate .... You can’t escape from me .... I will chase you through heaven and hell ....... M. A. T. E."

"Ms. Miracle?" Oliver’s curt yet concerned voice jolted Myra awake from her.

"Huhhhh?" Myra looked at Oliver with groggy eyes.

"Are you alright, Ms. Miracle?" he stared at Myra from the rearview mirror.

Myra creased her eyebrows in confusion as if asking him why he was asking that.

"You don’t look good. Are you feeling carsick?" he asked.

Hearing his words, Myra touched her cheeks and then trailed her hands to her forehead. She was sweating profusely. She bit her lips and explained, "It’s nothing. I will be alright in a minute."

Oliver, without looking back, passed something to her. It was a lime candy. "It will help you greatly."

"Thank you," Myra took the candy and nodded at him. After that, Oliver concentrated on the ride.

Myra gazed at the candy in her palm with a complicated look. The nightmares have been getting worse and worse. She was always being chased by some guy, calling her his mate. She couldn’t see the person’s face but the voice was familiar.

She initially thought it was because of the events which she has gone through in Kimberg had made a huge impact on her subconscious mind. But now, it was taking a toll on her mind and body.

After a while, Oliver said, "Ms. Miracle, we are almost there." Within five minutes, they reached at the airport. Myra got out of the car and someone was already waiting for her.

"You must be Ms. Miracle. CEO Yates is waiting for your arrival. This way~" a guy in black suit and with shirt greeted and gestured Myra to follow him. Myra followed him from behind, her steps firm and resolute.

He took her to the airport’s VVIP lounge. They both entered the place and Garry who has been reading a newspaper raised his head to meet Myra’s gaze.

"CEO Yates, Ms. Miracle is here," the black suit guy informed him. Then without any further word, he left the lounge.

The door closed behind him and now only Garry and Myra was left in that large but mostly empty space. Garry, in a stern voice, said, "Ms. Miracle, have a seat."

Myra seated opposite him, the folder still clutched in her hand.

"So, what do you want to discuss so urgently?" Garry muttered.

Myra extended her hand, kept the folder on the glass table and slid it towards Garry, "This. I don’t need it."

Garry glanced at the folder and then at Myra. Crossing his legs, he inquired, "Have you read it yet?"

"No, I haven’t because I don’t need to read it," Myra said plainly. Her chin raised confidently.

"So, you have read it," Garry commented.

"I just opened it. Read the title but didn’t get into detail," Myra clarified.

"Okay, but why may I ask?" Garry leaned back leisurely and questioned.

Myra matched his gaze and said, "I don’t want to know about my birth parents’. They made their choice and now I am making mine. I am already happy with "MY FAMILY, my people."

Garry gazed at her with a poker face for a while, not uttering anything. It was nerve wrecking for Myra.

Last night, after dinner, when she was all alone in her room. She took out the folder from her suitcase and unlatched it. But when she opened it, her hand shivered reading the first line.

The folder contained her biological family’s identity. She held onto that first page, not turning it and kept staring at it, her eyes filled with tears. Her emotions were all over the place. She wanted to know the identity of the people who abandoned her but, for the very same reason, she was reluctant to know as well. It was complicated.

After a while, she came to a conclusion and closed the folder and kept it aside, murmuring, "I don’t need to know them. I have my family with me. I am happy with them."

"So, if you have made your decision. I won’t comment on that," Garry said with his usual expression. He didn’t push her nor did he say anything about that matter. "So, onto the other matter. Have you decided about the Red Stone scholarship?"

"Yes, I have. But~ ... I have a condition," Myra stated firmly.

Garry’s facial expression remained the same but internally he was amused by Myra’s boldness to negotiate, "Go ahead."

Myra took a deep breath and said, "I accept your offer but I want my whole family to move with me."

Garry couldn’t help but smile a little, "Ok, that can be done but have you talked it with your family?"

"I will. And also, I want my and my family’s identity to be erased. I don’t want anyone to track any of us," she uttered boldly.

Garry creased his brows at her words. This was unexpected, "If you don’t mind, may I know the reason behind this decision?"

"It’s something personal and I would like to keep it to myself," Myra didn’t explain it to Garry.

"It will affect not just you but also your family and their connection. Are you ok with that?" he fired another question. Myra paused at his statement, pursed her lips and said, "This is something that needs to be done. And I would like to keep this matter confidential."

"Is someone threatening you?" Garry asked right away.

Myra kept silent. She neither agreed nor denied his words. Garry joined his hands, placing them on his knees, he said, "Very well then. I don’t have any issue with your conditions. I will send the contract with Oliver within two days. You can read the contents, sign it and then send it back."

"Contract?" Myra’s eyes widened at his words.

To Be Continued . . . . . . . . .