Chapter 11: What happens in the Skol

Kael

What do you do when your Fated suddenly hugs you?

My hands are stiff by my side as Lilac wraps her own arms around me, placing her head over my chest. I clench my fists, trying as much as possible not to let her form against me derail my thinking.

"Step back, Lilac," I finally speak. My voice demanding. She does, and I try to fight the low growl that escapes my mouth at the loss of her warmth.

"Oh shit.. I am so sorry, I don't know why I did that." It is the first time I hear her cuss out loud. She is blinking...rapidly. Seems like she does that when she is confused or nervous. I can still feel her warmth seeping through the thin material of my shirt. Her scent filling up my room like it belongs here. I sigh heavily, rubbing the bridge of my nose.

"Why are you here?" I ask again. My voice is gruff. I can't help the way my eyes rake over her body, lingering on where her dress begins to ride up slightly.

She frowns slightly, her cute button nose puckers up and I can't help the near chuckle that leaves my throat at her defensive stance. "We are married, aren't we? Why are you acting like a stranger.. Yesterday, you told me to learn to live with this...us, so why do you not spend time with me."

"We've only known each other for two days, you can't be so sure I won't spend time with you?" I retort, although she is right. I won't spend time with her. Mine or not, she is too innocent to be dragged into my life. What was I thinking when I told her to learn to live with these?

"Your eyes, they tell me things."

I scoff at her statement, "What are you? A psychic?"

She shrugs and then starts to walk further into my room, somehow she seems to have regained her bravery. She gets to my bed, and then she plops down on it. My eyebrows are raised as I watch her. I take a sharp intake of breath when I notice her dress has ridden a little farther up again.

"How old are you?" She suddenly asks.

Surprised by this sudden question, I step closer, "Twenty six."

She nods slowly, "I'm Nineteen... That's a seven year age difference."

My gaze drops from her face down to her legs. Her bare legs that sit just underneath the hem of her dress. The sight sends shivers down my spine, as well as the heat in my stomach. I want her to strip off those clothes and show me what else her skin looks like.

Her innocent gaze is fixed on mine and she gives me a small smile. Fuck, if she knows what's on my mind right now. Her lips start to move, but then she stops. She wants to say something, but she doesn't. Her small smile has slipped away and I somehow feel the anger at that.

She is beautiful, but moreso when she smiles.

"Are you always like this?" She finally speaks, but then her question again is unexpected.

"Like what?"

She stands and walks closer to me, and then she squints at me as if looking directly into me. "Are you always a mixture of hot and cold? I mean, you look angry, then you smile, but also sad, happy, scared, and angry all at once. You're like a tornado, and I don't think you even realize it."

I am about to reply her when I hear Isabelle from down the hall, screaming Lilac's name. "You should leave," I tell Lilac.

She doesn't say a word as she sidesteps me, and steps out of the room, closing the door behind her. I slump down on my bed, trying not to think again of how fucked up I just acted towards her.

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Talon was wrong. Not like he ever got anything right though, still; Chevronski is not just any human. He is a fucking vampire hunter.

The Skol is busting as we make our way into the VIP lounge up the stairs, flashes of neon lights and drunk Lycans swaying against each other, there are unmated submissive Lycan girls, omegas if I were being simple; pole dancing on the podium, it's busy, like it has always been. Don't ask me how I know that... I will hate to admit that I frequent here despite my obvious dislike for the owner.

We soon get to the VIP lounge and the noise is less, no one can see us here, well except Talon's boys.

"They call you Alpha." Alpha. My undercover name. I level my gaze with Chevronski, pushing my dominance out to the surface until his gaze falls reluctantly to the table.

"Chevronski, you didn't tell my brother you are a Vampire hunter, do you not know we are picky with our buyers?" I can still hear the hardcore music blaring through the speakers, but it is minimal.

"Same reason why I didn't tell him, how do you know what I do anyway?" He tries to raise his eyes back up, but he can't, not until I let him, which I won't be doing anytime soon.

"Did your mother never tell you to be wary of Lycans? Royals at that?"

His lips twitch, but he tries to hide it. He is not alone, that I can tell. He would be stupid to cross the Lycan borders without backup though.

"Do you have the stuff, I don't have much time," he says. He is trying to act tough, but for some reasons, his shipment order is suspicious. If he is asking for a truckload of pixie dust and wolfsbane, it does not look like he is going to use them on humans alone.

I arch my brows a bit, bringing down my dominant hold on him a notch. He exhales, his shoulder sagging in relief, although he is still not able to look into my eyes. "What are they for?"

"W-what are y-you talking about?" He is stammering. Red flag number one, now to confirm my suspicion.

"Pixie dust, and just a right amount of wolfsbane works like magic y'know? Especially on Low level vamps and Lycan omegas. For the vamps, it sucks out the little magic they have streaming in their veins, and make them basically-" I lean closer to him, "It makes them walking deads."

Chevronski flinches at my final statement, his lips twitching again as if he wanted to smile at me but thought better of it. "Look, I have no idea what you are talking about, so drop it ok?" His voice is shaky, and I can see tears starting to form in his eyes. It's almost comical how much he fears me, and yet he is supposed to be a ruthless mob that escapes the human feds and a freaking vampire hunter. Fucking funny.

My hand shoots forward and grabs him by the collar, my grip tight enough to turn his neck blue. I shake him, forcing his head to tilt down so he can see my dark glare staring straight into his soul. His eyes widen and he starts to tremble, fear evident on his face even though he tries to keep a strong front.

"I don't give a damn what you use the supplies for, but if you are caught... it can never be traced back to Lycania. Got it? Do you understand me Chevronksi?"

He nods, and I loosen my grip a bit, allowing him to breathe normally again. We both sit there in silence for a moment, and I am surprised he does not run out of the club. I wait another few seconds before releasing him completely, his breathing returning to normal.

"The stuff is out back, where's the money?"

"Here," he says, heaving out a backpack from beneath the table. I snap my fingers at two of Talon's boys who are in this with him, they come rushing as they grab the bag and disappear into the forte.

"Let us go outside, then," I mutter, taking a couple of deep breaths before heading out through the back door with Chevronski following close behind me.

Once outside, I turn to Chevronski, "If the Volkovs come for Lycania because of your stupid deals with whoever, Chevronski, then I swear, you shall regret ever crossing my path. You will be begging for mercy, begging me to end your miserable existence. Got it?"

A strained smile appears on his lips. "Got it." Then he walks past me, heading towards the truck. After giving me one last nod, Chevronski heads inside, and I watch his retreating back with a smirk on my face, well that is until I step back into the main club and I catch a whiff of her scent.

My pace quickens as I push my way through the crowd, searching for her through the dimly lit room, and when I finally see her, I can't help the low growl that tears from my throat.... And all I see now? Is fucking red.

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A/N: Volkovs is the Vampire clan.