Page 26 of Lycan King's Captives
The conversation at the table is a low hum in the background with my racing thoughts. I try to focus on their conversations, but the pulsating beat of the music makes it difficult to concentrate. Instead, I watch the people around us, the different creatures all united in their pursuit of pleasure and blood.
As the night wears on, I feel like a pawn in some twisted game, my presence a symbol of Xandros’s control over me. I glance at him, his face a mask of cool indifference as he engages in conversation with the men around us. Beneath the surface, I can sense the tension. His grip on my knee tightens when I wiggle or move, a firm reminder not to draw attention to myself.
I watch in horror as the women are fed on and pulled around, the rowdiness of the place escalating. The atmosphere grows darker and more sinister, and I know I shouldn’t be here. I regret wanting to leave my prison. I’m cold, need to pee, and struggling to keep my eyes open.
However, peering around, I look for a bathroom when I notice him. Amidst the chaos, I see a figure appear from the mass of gyrating bodies. Toby. I immediately drop my gaze, not wanting to draw attention to him. The swift movement causes Xandros to glance at me. I try to sneak another look for Toby, when I do, he is gone, much to my relief.
The night drags on, and the vampire men appear to be amused by my presence. One of them smirks as I set my glass on the table, “She’s a pretty one, Xandros.” Xandros’s grip on my knee tightens painfully, causing me to cry out. The man chuckles, “What a pretty voice. I bet she moans beautifully.”
Xandros’s voice turns cold and dangerous as he replies, “Keep your eyes off my mate, or you’ll find out just how sharp my claws are.”
The man quickly apologizes. “I didn’t realize she was your mate. I thought Carina was to marry you.” Xandros nods, acknowledging the strange situation and my cheeks heat with embarrassment.
“So, she’s allowing you to keep her as a concubine of sorts?” one of the men asks. Xandros replies with a dismissive shrug, “Something like that.” The man laughs, while I feel like a toy, something he keeps on the side. “Well, we all need a plaything, though first I’ve seen a mate be the toy. I can’t bear being away from mine, or do you prefer her close. How does Carina get on with her?”
“She doesn’t,” Xandros answers, glancing at me.
“And that doesn’t bother you? How does that work?” the man asks, looking genuinely intrigued by this rather strange choice of conversation.
“It just does. Carina knows she is my mate, they both accept it whether they like it or not, right, Sienna?” Xandros asks, turning his head to look at me.
“Like I have a choice,” I mutter before I can stop myself, his grip on my thigh turns bone breaking.
One of the men laughs, while the one who asked the question stares at me with pity, which I find rather odd.
“Seems not all are happy with the situation,” the man with a beard, laughs.
“She’ll get over it,” Xandros states and I press my lips in a line, averting my gaze away from them, trying my best to ignore them.
“So you plan on keeping both?” he asks.
Xandros says nothing else, though his silence speaks volumes and that makes my stomach turn.
As the night wears on, my need to use the bathroom becomes unbearable. I feebly grip Xandros’s leg under the table, causing him to look at me. His gaze is piercing, and I shrink under it as he grips my hand, squeezing my fingers in warning, to not embarrass him.
I blink back tears, feeling my fingers crack, in his crushing grip. The other men at the table are watching me, their expressions a mix of curiosity and amusement.
Finally, I can’t hold it any longer, and I pull my hand out of Xandros, my fingers finally regaining feeling. I tug on his jacket, only for him to snap at me. “What?” His tone makes me jump and my knee hits the bottom of the table making everyone’s drinks rattle.
“Calm down, My King, you’re scaring your mate,” the man across from me says.
If looks could kill I’m afraid that man would be dead. Xandros sits back in his chair while I glance nervously around the table, everyone falling silent. I watch as his phone rings and he snatches it off the table.
“Fucking finally, Javier,” he snarls. My eyes go to the bathroom again.
“Xandros?” The same man from before says pointing to me. Xandros growls and looks at me.
“I need to pee,” I whisper, and he looks at the bathrooms across the room. His tone is cold.
“Then go.” My heart races at the thought of walking through the club alone. “No one will touch you, not with me here. They all saw you walk in with me,” he assures me.
“Hang on, Javier,” he answers.
As I push my chair out, he grabs my arm. “Remember, I’m watching. Don’t try anything,” he warns, finally releasing me. I nod and rush to the bathroom, feeling everyone’s eyes on me.
The moment I burst into the bathroom, I take a deep breath, only to gasp when I spot Toby leaning against the sink basin, his arms folded across his chest.
The shock of seeing him sends a shiver down my spine, and I glance at the door. I wonder what he’s doing here, and what it might mean for me if Xandros catches me with him.
