Captive Mate BL-Chapter 34: + - +

It took a moment for Caspian to realize that the kiss had ended, and that Nikolai had gotten to his feet leaving him on the chair.

He watched the Alpha with blurry vision, wondering what he was up to now.

"Send my regards to Asher," Nikolai bent low so that they were face to face, "And my offer is still open."

He watched the deranged Mafia King stride out, leaving the door unlocked. And it would be so easy for him to get up and leave but his body refused to listen to him.

His face was hot, lashes clumped together with tears, fading bruises in his skin where Nikolai had held him captive.

Caspian tried to reach for a glass of water to clear his head a bit so he could leave, but his hand-eye coordination was off which meant that all he managed to do was tip the glass over, shattering it and spilling water on the table.

What had been in the alcohol Nikolai had given him? It had only been a little bit...

The door opened and a uniformed waiter hurried in, alerted by the sound of breaking glass.

"Is something..." The young Alpha trailed off at the sight of the inebriated Omega, glitter on her pink-tinged skin.

Caspian thought that it was Nikolai returning, shrinking away, his panic getting buried under the aftereffects of whatever it was he had been forced to drink.

The Alpha shook himself out of it, Mafia King Nikolai had been in here, he knew better than to let his thoughts wander about an Omega affiliated with the Mafia King.

"Are you... Are you alright?" He asked from his spot at the door, even though what he wanted to do was get close enough to better take in more of her scent.

The unfamiliar voice shook off some of Caspian’s haze, the vague outline of the waiter’s uniform coming into focus. "W-Water," He replied softly.

The waiter moved quickly, filling a glass and offering it to the gorgeous Omega. She didn’t respond though, her eyes glazed over.

That was his cue to try feeding her the water, the faint scent of alcohol on her breath telling him that she was just a little drunk.

He managed this while spilling only minimal drops of water, razor-sharp gaze fixated on the drop of water forming at the edge of her plump lips.

He could dab it up with a napkin, or his thumb, or just let it drop... She was probably a paid whore, unimportant enough to be left behind in this state.

The waiter gulped, glancing at the door and back to the Omega who was completely at his mercy, leaning close.

His tongue dipped out to clean up the drop of water, the sweet taste so unexpected that his eyes closed a little in bliss, refocusing on her lips to taste it from the source.

The door was kicked in at that point, his lips barely inches from hers. He froze in horror, certain that Mafia King Nikolai had returned.

"Get the fuck away from her," A much different voice ordered, authority ringing in the room.

The waiter obeyed even though his legs were seizing up in fear, looking up to see another Mafia King glaring down at him.

Who exactly was the Omega? He thought to himself as he stared down the barrel of a gun. His mom did tell him that his libido was going to get him fucking dead.

Mafia King Asher was definitely about to blow his head off, anger making his eyes glow gold. The Omega making a sound of distress however was enough to completely distract him, and that was the waiter’s cue to make himself scarce.

Fuck. Asher tossed his gun on the messy table and hurried to Caspian’s side, cupping his face with his hands.

"Hey, hey, are you alright?" He asked gently, his nose stinging at the unwelcome mix of scents.

Caspian leaned against the warmth of the hands around his face, unbothered by the cool rings on them. "Asher?"

"Yeah, it’s me," He quickly replied, looking him over for any injuries.

"Nikolai was here," He reported.

Asher’s fangs tingled, his baser instincts bubbling to the surface. He wanted nothing more than to rip the other Alpha’s throat out.

This matter was between them, he didn’t appreciate Caspian constantly getting stuck in the middle of it.

"He’s gone now," He reassured the Omega, watching his eyes slip shut like he was fighting sleep, his skin shimmering.

Asher clicked his teeth, fighting the urge to curse explosively. He picked Caspian up, snagging up his gun before leaving.

After the first instance of Caspian trying to escape, he had ordered to be given hourly updates of the Omega. Even though he hadn’t tried to run off after that, he still kept up with them.

If he hadn’t done that, he wouldn’t have noticed Caspian’s disappearance until he returned and by then fuck knows what Nikolai would have done to him.

Asher strode out of the restaurant to find Jael tightly pacing around the car. He knew that the Beta wasn’t that worried about Caspian’s well-being, rather he was distraught about the fact that there had been a mole inside the mansion.

"Nikolai can’t be fucking serious," Jael ground out as he got in the driver’s seat and put the car in gear.

Asher glanced down at Caspian who was slowly drifting off to sleep in his arms. "He clearly is," He muttered, getting thoughtful.

"Is he looking for a fucking war?" Jael hissed, and Asher could see that the Beta was mostly mad at himself.

Jael didn’t often fail so he wasn’t surprised to see how hard he was beating himself up over this little slip-up. He wasn’t worried though because he knew the Beta would go over everyone working for them with a fine-toothed comb to make sure this didn’t repeat itself.

"The quarterly meeting is coming up," Asher reminded, getting quiet.

Jael calmed down as well, watching his boss through the rearview mirror, waiting to see what he was planning.

"One of us has to give in."