Her Alpha Mates - Chapter 31: Chapter 31

MYRA
My time at the hospital wasn't great, especially after Hunter left. The staff would be around me, looking at me and poking me and doing all sorts of annoying things to me. I had always hated hospitals, and being in one for such an extended amount of time was slowly starting to grind on my nerves.
Each day, I lay there and tried to think of a way to escape the place, but the limited energy in my body wouldn't allow me to walk more than a couple of steps. I was still debilitatingly weak, and doing the basic things felt like the greatest struggle. It made me feel trapped in my own body and forced me to face the truth again and again- I had done this to myself.
I was relieved when Hunter told me that they were releasing me. I swear I could've kissed him, but my happiness instantly died away when he informed me that I'd be living with the brothers- my two mates.
It was a dangerous thing, especially for me. I didn't want to be around them much, no matter how much my wolf howled needily inside me, but... I didn't have any choice yet. I still had to recover a lot, and it wasn't like I had anywhere to go for the time being. Even if I ran away, I doubted I could look after myself, especially with the new cybernetic arm.
As much as I hated to run away, I realised that I didn't have many options to choose from. I had to rely on them for a while... until I could escape. It was both good and bad.
Being near them would allow me to gain more intel on them, but at the same time, I needed to be more careful, especially with how my wolf seemed to crave them more each day. It was something primal and hard to control. Even if I tried my best to hold back, I always found myself loosening up when Hunter was around.
My wolf was always awake for him, waiting and craving. Sensing him around helped her heal faster, so that was one good thing, but I didn't like how I was starting to grow comfortable around him. I was afraid that my wolf's feelings would soon mingle with mine until we'd end up wanting the same irrational thing- being with the brothers.
What irked me more was even though I hated Mateo the most, not seeing him as often spoiled my mood somehow. My wolf craved him the most, making me feel increasingly divided internally. I needed to see him, but at the same time, I didn't want to do anything with him. Did that make sense?
The brothers lived in a secluded property at the edge of their pack. The greenery surrounding their house was covered with a thin layer of fresh snow.
"I hate snow," I told Hunter when he took me to their house for the first time. Mateo was nowhere to be seen. At this point, I believe that he was avoiding me after I had refused to talk to him at the hospital. As much as I liked his absence, it made my wolf feel miserable.
She needed both mates by her side, bonding and mating with them. With how much she craved the two, it surprised me how she hadn't gone into heat already. I wished that would never happen, but it was inevitable.
"It snows for two months only," Hunter assured me as he took me inside the house. The design was modern and sleek, with abstract art and minimalist furniture.
"It's bland," I commented, determined to be a bitch. Hunter snorted.
"You can tell Mateo all about it since he's the one who chose the theme," Hunter told me, carrying me upstairs in his arms. I hated it but didn't comment on it.
"What about you?" I had to ask, "What do you prefer?" I was curious. I had always thought the brothers to be the same, but so far, I realised they were as different as day and night.
"You'll see," He told me with a spark in his eyes that made me curious.
I was already in his arms, but the smug look on his face made me want to wrap my arms around him and press my lips against his... Myra stop!
It took me immense patience and self-control to not stare at his face too much and pay attention to the surroundings. I needed to memorise everything about that place so I could easily slip away when the time would be right.
The upstairs stairway opened into a beautiful living room with a grand fireplace. On both sides of the drawing room were hallways lined with doors.
Hunter turned left and walked down the hallway before pushing open a door with his feet.
"Ta-da! This is my room," He announced with a childish grin. The first thing I noticed was a giant screen, and many control panels piled up in the middle of the room.
"Is all the crap of the house stored in this room?" I asked, overwhelmed with all the stuff in his room. All the walls were covered with either guns or swords. There was a table in the corner which was piled with more crap I couldn't bother to look at. However, his room didn't have a bed. Interesting.
"I 'm a collector," He grinned, setting me down gently on a dark couch.
"Collector of crap?" I asked, eyeing all the shit on the table. I noticed some interesting pieces of computer there, and it immediately caught my interest, but I hid it.
"Yeah?" He answered, standing in the middle of the room somewhat awkwardly with his hands in his pocket, shifting all his weight on one leg. A look of uncertainty crossed his face as he glanced at me. He almost looked nervous. I cocked an eyebrow at him.
"What do you think?" He asked.
"Too cluttered," I told him, eyeing the desk. "Where do you sleep? On this floor, surrounded by your crap?" I asked. He chuckled, the uncertain look lingering in his eyes.
"I haven't been sleeping much lately," He sighed, and finally, the uncertain look he had been trying to hide a few seconds ago completely overtook his face. A spectrum of emotions simmered in her eyes, making me somewhat tense. My wolf stirred inside me, telling me to get closer to and touch him to soothe him. I pushed her back.
"Why?" I asked knowingly.
"Because of you," He answered with an intense longing in his eyes. It shouldn't have tugged at my heart, but it did. I hated to feel soft for him. I pretended to be indifferent to that. "I'm glad you're home, Myra," He told me after a tense silence.
"This isn't my home," I told him quietly.
"Then where is your home?" He questioned. I knew better than to answer that question.
"Am I going to stay in this room?" I stirred the topic. He shuffled in his legs.
"If you wish, I can set up a bed here-"
"No," I snarled, narrowing my eyes at him. He nodded before reaching for me again. I wanted to slap his hand away, but I let him help me stand up, refusing to get back in his arms again. "I can walk," I told him fiercely, even though I greatly doubted that. My muscles were weak from not walking for a month.
"We have set a room for you," Hunter told me, guiding me out of his and leading me to the next door. I wanted to roll my eyes but didn't. He opened the door for me and let me walk inside first.
It was a big room with a beautiful fairytale-style poster bed in the middle of the vast windows. The walls were a light pastel lavender cover with small details of birds and cats here and there. I noticed a giant closet at one side of the room, my hands aching to open it and see if it was as spacious as it looked.
The room was entirely different from the rest of the house, and I loved it even though it wasn't what I usually preferred. It made me feel oddly at home even though I had never had a home before-a proper home. I travelled a lot and lived in a lot of places. The place I blew was something I was starting to consider home, but then the brothers came along. Now, I was homeless and armless. It was life-altering if you ask me.
"What do you think?" Hunter asked, standing close behind me. I wanted to be a bitch to him and complain about the bed and the wallpaper.
"It's homey," I blurted out instead.