Captive Mate BL-Chapter 442: + - +

After making their order, they sat down to wait. Davian waited until their meals were brought before he made his move, Lake’s soft brown eyes were wide with happiness at the generous spicy seafood platter.

Without taking a single bite, he rose to his feet, catching Lake’s attention. His mate was halfway through putting his gloves on, about to dig in.

"Where are you going?" Lake asked with a slight frown.

"To the bathroom," He lied with a straight face, "Don’t wait for me, I’ll be right back."

Lake had a look on relief on his face at that, he didn’t think he could wait even if Davian had asked him too. "Alright," He agreed without reservations, reaching for a stewed crab leg.

Davian dipped out of sight but he had no intentions of going to the restroom, instead, he slipped into the back, startling a server holding a tray.

She pasted a smile on her face after getting over her fright, "Do you need something?"

"Can I speak to the chef?" Davian asked, going right to the point.

The server was completely caught off guard, so much so that she didn’t know when she gave him directions. "Just go down that hallway, you can’t miss the kitchen."

"Thank you," Davian murmured, swiftly moving in the direction that she pointed in.

The server stood frozen watching him, realizing what she had done. She then shrugged and continued on her way, despite how intimidating the Alpha looked, he had been really polite, she didn’t think he would cause any trouble.

The kitchen was busy, but not busy enough that Davian’s appearance at the door went unnoticed. A big burly Alpha strode over to him, appraising him as he did.

"Do you need something?" Davian got asked for the second time.

"Yes," He spoke flatly, "Could I get the recipe for your seafood platter?"

The burly Alpha did a double take, he had taking the initiative to approach because the guest was rather intimidating, he was wearing a cashmere turtle-neck sweater but it did nothing to soften the hard muscles beneath. He hadn’t been expecting such a response to his question.

"Our seafood platter?" He had to repeat, bewildered.

Davian was a little worried, there was a high chance they didn’t willingly give recipes to random people. "My pregnant mate really likes it, he doesn’t want me to cook for him anymore." Some of his sadness seeped into his words, stunning the chef that approached him further.

The burly Alpha cleared his throat and uncrossed his arms, not sure what to do with the wilting Alpha in front of him. "Yeah, sure you could get it," He finally managed to say, gesturing for the Alpha to come with him. "We don’t get a lot of customers, I’m sure the boss would love you to have the recipe..."

Out in the restaurant, Lake was anxiously eating, it had been a while since Davian said he wanted to use the restroom, and his mate still wasn’t back yet. He bit into a slice of roasted coconut, glancing around, his mate’s platter was getting cold.

Lake wasn’t worried about Davian, he was more worried about the person that crossed him, but he didn’t want them to kick a fuss at the restaurant and then get banned, so although he didn’t want to, he reluctantly took off his gloves and rose to his feet. freewebnσvel.cøm

The bathroom wasn’t in plain view of the restaurant but it was easy to find. Bathrooms were often split into men and women but some were nice enough to have more variety, especially for Omegas.

He eyed the door that said ’Alphas’, wary of wandering into where he shouldn’t be, after hitting a metaphorical wall at the bathroom, he remembered that he could have just called his mate instead of going through all this trouble.

Lake was just too used to getting up to go find Davian when he was out of his sight, which didn’t happen very often, they were stuck to each other’s side. He brought out his phone and tried his mate’s phone, it rang much to his relief but there was no answer.

He frowned trying it one more time, it was ringing but he couldn’t exactly hear it ringing from inside the bathroom. Was it that Davian wasn’t actually inside? Then where could he have gone?

Lake tasted panic for the first time, the redness on his face from the spicy food fading away. Someone walked up then, it was an Alpha about to use the restroom.

"Waiting for someone?" The Alpha cautiously struck up a conversation, unable to ignore the pregnant Omega who scent was souring.

Lake glanced up, "I’m actually searching for my mate, he said he wanted to use the bathroom. Could you help me check if he’s inside?" He asked, a little frantic, still holding his ringing phone that went unanswered.

The Alpha had a sympathetic look on his face but he generously agreed. He stepped into the bathroom and was back in a short while. "Yeah, I checked, there’s no one in there."

Lake frowned, giving up on calling Davian and about to call someone else. If he couldn’t reach Davian, it meant that something was very wrong.

"He’ll probably come around later." The Alpha tried to reassure him, thinking that the pregnant Omega was ditched here.

"Thank you," Lake said absently, walking off.

The Alpha watched him leave, his pity doubling at his slight waddle and the hairpins in his hair. He shook his head and walked back into the bathroom, the Omega really looked troubled too, poor thing.

Lake decided to call Doctor Perez first, the doctor was also on the island, if anything had happened, he was the best to call. He was distracted while walking, bumping into a server, the same server than Davian bumped into.

It was strange to bump into so many guests in the backroom so she struck up a conversation with him, her tone more gentle with the frazzled pregnant Omega.

"Is something the matter?’

Lake looked up from his phone, not noticing that the call had connected. "I’m looking for my mate. He said he was going to the restroom but he’s not there..."

"Is he tall with black hair and gray eyes?" The server took a chance. The Alpha had stood out so much but it was unlikely that he was the mate this Omega was looking for...

"Yes!" Lake grabbed her free hand, relief shining in his glassy eyes. "You saw him? Where?"

The server’s eyes bulged, this pregnant Omega was mates with that impressive Alpha? How lucky.

"He asked for the way to the kitchen, come with me." She nodded comradely, leading the way down the hallway, her empty tray in her other hand.

Doctor Perez had listened in on the conversation so he more or less knew what was going on, leaving the call going to make sure that his Mafia King was fine.

Lake didn’t have to search too hard after being brought to the kitchen, stunned, his mate was hard to miss. He stood tall, his dark hair sticking to his face from sweat, he wore a messy apron, standing in front of a pot of seafood boil.

The server was just as stunned, what exactly was going on here?