Mated To My Best Friend's Lycan Alpha Brothers

(Author's POV)

"Miss, I am sorry, but who are you? Why are you looking for me?" Oswald Mitchell questioned, his brows wrinkled and his face held a perplexing expression.

Myra felt a little awkward and at the same time, she felt relieved inside. Clearing her throat, she verbalized, her voice clear, "Prof. Mitchell, I am Myra Miracle."

"Huhh~?" for a brief moment, Oswald couldn't react. "Myra? You mean Ms. Myra Miracle from my economics class?" he was clearly stunned by her changed appearance. "Wha~t are you~" he gazed at her from head to toe. He had never expected Myra to doll herself up. He was expecting a more reserved attire.

In college, Myra always wore simple jeans, sometimes skinny, sometimes baggy, and casual tops. But now, she was doused from top to bottom in high end clothing like those from magazine covers. Her footwear, as well as the accessories she was wearing, were from famous brands as well. Her waist length hair were cut short and even her eye color was different.

Anyone in his position would be stunned by Myra's abrupt change. The stark contrast between the Myra in class and the one now left him completely speechless.

Myra, seeing his intense gaze on her, called out to him, "Prof. Mitchell? Are you there?"

"Uhh~? Ohhh~ ..." he snapped out of his flabbergasted state and muttered, "Come with me first. Someone is waiting for us."

He turned around and started walking in the other direction while Myra followed suit like a good student.

Oswald stopped in front of a man who was draped in a white two piece, double breasted finery. The man seemed to be in his early to mid forties. His hair were done in an Ivy League style. A rare smile appeared on Oswald's lips as he stepped forward and introduced Myra to him, "Prof. Hilton, this is the student I was telling you about. The one who topped in all the subjects last semester. And in economics, she got the highest ever score in Red Stone's history."

Myra was shocked to hear such words coming out of Oswald's mouth. He was known to be stoic and a nitpicker. He wasn't someone who would praise anybody so openly and with such familiarity. She was embarrassed, and at the same time, she was left amazed to see this new side to him. Meanwhile, Oswald continued his excessive complimenting towards her, "The project assignment on international trade, which you were interested in, was also organized and submitted by her."

Her face turned bright red at such unfamiliar praises from Prof. Mitchell as the one called Prof. Hilton glanced her way with a meaningful smile. He didn't wait for Myra to introduce herself and extended his hand to greet her. A wide grin spread across his lips, "I am Cassius Hilton, Miss. It is nice to finally meet you in person. Your professor, Oswald Mitchell, has been singing your praises ever since the event began. No, even before that, he has been constantly telling me about the bright gem of a student he had come across."

Myra was too astounded to say anything, her face turned even redder. She was already aware of Cassius Hilton's name. He was a renowned economist who specialized in global matters and international trade. But she never thought she would get to meet him in person and that he would speak so highly of her without batting an eye.

Cassius didn't notice her flushed face and continued, "I read your papers. I must say, I was thoroughly impressed to read it. It was so accurate as well as detailed. I thought it was written, but someone who had many years of experience, someone old. But I didn't know the one who wrote it was someone so young and beautiful. I was never expecting that. By the way, what's your name, miss?"

Myra hurriedly extended her hand for a handshake and started by introducing herself formally, "I am Myra Miracle, and it's a pleasure to meet you in person, Prof. Hilton. I am an adherent follower of your work. I have read all your research papers. Your study on how climate change and various global crises have impacted the economic growth in the world, it is just~ ..." She was smooth with her words as she went on and on about the details of the paper.

"Thank you for the compliment, Ms. Miracle. I have been looking for such passionate and hardworking people. I would love to discuss this in detail. But I guess~" he glanced at the venue and added, "The occasion isn't quite appropriate for such a talk. Please, take my card," he took a grey and yellow card and gave it to Myra.

Myra gladly took it, "Thank you, Prof. Hilton."

Someone called out to him as he excused himself, "I am sorry, but~ I need to greet others."

"Sure, Prof. Hilton, I will connect with you some other day," Oswald replied as Cassius walked off.

Although Myra's face didn't show, but internally, she was grinning from ear to ear. Today has been turned out to be a surprising day. In the morning, she didn't even wanted to come and was thinking of skipping the event altogether, but thank god, thank Yelena and Wendy, who convinced her to come.

Oswald then led her to introduce her to a few other well known lecturers and business persons. Myra was over the moon to meet such distinct people who were such eminent names in their respective fields.

On the other side, near the food section, Wendy was enjoying the delectable dishes as Yelena sipped her champagne leisurely. She was scanning the venue to search for Fabian.

"Sis Yel, trying this~ .... It's yummy," Wendy spoke, with her mouth stuffed with strawberry pastry.

"You enjoy~ ... I will eat when Myra returns. And slow down, Wends …. No one is going to snatch it from you," Yelena chuckled.

As they were talking, her eyes caught sight of the person she had been searching for, and her eyes lit up. A mischievous idea cropped up in her mind as she said to Wendy, "Wends, come with me."

"Hey~ ... I haven't finished my pastry yet," Wendy was caught off guard as she was dragged by Yelena. "What happened?"

"I just saw Fabian going in that direction. Let's go and bowl him over.... And Wends~ ... Do me a favor, uhh~. Video record the moment to capture his reaction," Yelena was getting excited by the thought of his dumbfounded reaction.

They followed him discreetly as he walked elegantly towards the stage. As they reached closer, Fabian halted his steps as someone greeted him, "Prof. Stephens, long time no see. I heard you were the one who organized this year's seminar. Kudos to your hard work. Everything looks impeccable, including you. Beige really suits you."

"Thank you, Ms. Estella. I am glad you are enjoying your time thoroughly. I need to excuse myself as Chairman Larson is calling for me." Fabian politely excused himself, gave Estella a brief bow, and started walking.

Not wanting to drag on with her prank, Yelena quickened her step. When there was just one arm's distance between them, she cleared her throat, changed her tone a little and called out to him, "Prof. Stephens, do you have a minute?" She spoke coquettishly.

Wendy was standing at some distance with her phone's camera, waiting to capture Fabian's shocked reaction.

Fabian, without looking back, answered, "Miss, I need to be somewhere."

With no choice left, Yelena grabbed his wrist and said, "Prof. Stephens~ please~" before she could say anything else, Fabian turned around.

He was somewhat irritated by the person's lack of manners. But when his eyes met Yelena's, they went slack jawed. His mouth hung open. Yelena held her stomach and laughed uncontrollably after seeing his raw, unfiltered expression.

"What are you doing here, Yelena?" he inquired, with a confused look. "You weren't on the guest list."

Yelena straightened her posture and replied, "I was not, but my grandfather was. He gave his invitation to me." Her rosy lips formed a captivating smile.

"It makes sense," Fabian nodded in understanding.

Yelena continued, "But I didn't come alone."

Fabian stated, "You must have come with Mr. Yates senior. Where is he?" he looked around but couldn't find him.

Yelena started, her next words left him thunderstruck, "No, not him. He is in Damona and couldn't come. I came with~" she was about to say, but before that Wendy popped out from her hiding place and said, "She came with me and~ .... Sis Myra."

"WHAT?" Fabian yelled, though his words were drowned out by the chatter of the guests. His face turned colorless, and he could feel his head spin. "Myra …... is here? It can't be. She can't be here. I need to get them out of here." he whispered to himself.

Yelena got a little concerned to see his pale face. She called out to him again, "Fabian, you don't look well? Are you alright?"

Fabian grabbed her by the shoulders and spat. He was barely able to keep his emotions in check. "Tell me, where is Myra?"

To Be Continued . . . . . . .