Chapter 8 She is ours
He dumped me on a large couch, not very gently.
But only my head felt the force, small mercies of being a lifeless lettuce. The couch though, was as soft as clouds beneath my head.
My eyes jumped towards the front door. Yet another abnormality.
Just like the Alpha, the Dragon had walked past my bedroom door and right in here.
Like it was just that one door demarcating this mansion from my bedroom.
The temperature in the room was jarringly different. It appeared deliberately cool, a sharp contrast to all the places I had moved around in the past hour.
I took in the dark-themed living room, the soft golden lights with a luxurious feel that the American rich favored so much. Finally, my gaze fell on him again, his back turned to me.
Despite the high ceiling, panoramic glass walls, and the sweet but spicy scent of incense burning somewhere in the living room, my chest felt tight, pressed.
He turned around, “That stunned?”
I snapped my mouth shut. I hadn’t realized my jaw was hanging.
Standing before me was the most beautiful man I had ever seen in my life. His hair, dark as midnight, was tumbling and unwinding from wherever he had tucked it the whole time. It stopped at his waist, healthy, and thicker than my auburn hair.
But he had my eyes. The exact shade of silver eyes.
I could not breathe as he walked closer to me. Dizzy, disoriented.
Everything was moving fast, too fast. So many strange sights in one hour.
Shutting my eyes tight, I tried to take deep, deep breaths.
My eyes snapped open again at the feeling of something pushing its way between my lips. He was squatting beside my couch, cup in hand, slipping the protruding end of a straw in my mouth.
“Dehydration.” He said simply, eyes burning into mine as I sucked on the straw.
He pulled away when the glass was empty, but returned with another full glass just as the front door opened and the Mayor of our city walked in.
The Dragon noticed my stunned face and glanced back as the Mayor closed the door gently behind him. His steps faltered when he saw me lying on the couch.
He smiled finally.
“Lys.” He said simply, but I had a thousand questions. What was he doing here of all places, how did he find me after all these years, and how did he know the Hearthrown Alphas?
The Mayor stopped beside the Dragon, who was squatting before me again, and started to stroke his hair, tenderly. The man responded with a low groan that even virgin-Lys understood as desire.
My stomach lurched, and I almost choked on the water.
The Mayor was the Alpha?
I stared at both men now, who were definitely not as tall as the giants I saw earlier.
They were around the same height, around 6’4 or 5. Besides this stunningly beautiful dark-haired man, the Mayor was the most handsome man I had ever met.
Silver-haired and blue, blue eyes that mimicked the nightshade of beach water.
They were staring back at me, quiet, as the Mayor’s hand continued to run through his lover’s long hair. Our gaze locked, taking me back to events from four years ago I thought I had forgotten.
I opened my lips to speak, to apologize, but his eyes hardened. Shut up, those beautiful eyes said, and I looked away immediately.
“Your parents,” The Dragon said.
I turned to find him holding his phone in front of me. Mom and Dad’s faces filled the screen, eyes wide in curiosity.
“Sweet Lys.”
“My precious baby.”
They cooed, voices clashing just like they used to before my fall. I silently listened to their endless questions. Was I Ok? Why had I not told them I agreed to be the Hearthrown Alphas’ woman of the decade? How did I know where to go, and manage to go there all on my own?
“I’m Ok. I’m fine,” was my only response.
“You need your wheelchair, my girl,” Dad said now, his face moving even closer on the screen. “Tell me where to send it to, and I will do so immediately.”
I swallowed, shooting at a glance at the Hearthrown Alphas. The response was clear in their eyes.
“I’ll manage, Dad.” I turned back to the screen, and cut in when he started to protest. “The point of coming here is to walk again. I’ll be fine.”
The Dragon ended the call after the goodbyes, and gestured to the cup again. When I emptied the glass, he rose to his feet.
“We’ll have to fix this quickly to avoid any more accidents like these.”
I blinked, confused. His eyes dropped to my waist, and traveled down my thighs.
Shame socked me in the chin, and my cheeks burned red. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?” came his harsh response.
I swallowed, my eyes itching. The Mayor’s easy voice reached me as he moved closer. “Draki thinks you apologize too much. It’s not your fault, fairy.”
Our gazes locked, and he smiled. But that shutter came down in his eyes again, shutting us from the past.
I winced. I had hurt him badly.
“You’ll handle it?” The dragon’s voice broke the tension, but the Mayor sprang to his feet.
“The COA is heading to my office right now. I’ll see you both later?”
As he headed for the door, the Dragon reached out, and yanked him back by the lapels of his finely tailored suit. The room fell completely silent as they stared at each other like they were a second from throwing punches.
“I’m not about to ask vampire-boy to care for her.”
Vampire boy? What was that?
“Never said you should.” The Mayor leaned closer, their noses almost touching. “She’s ours and one of us should be attending to her. I have an urgent meeting, and you have an empty itinerary till tomorrow evening. Do you see how this is set up?”
“Don’t fucking lecture me.”
My breath stopped. The tension was like a fourth presence in the room.
Why fight over something so simple when Dad and Mom could send a hoard of maids running down here to bathe me?
When my eyes found them again, the Mayor had just leaned in to whisper something, with a teasing smile. The Dragon did not like whatever it was that he said.
Yanking him back against the wall, he pinned an elbow to his throat. They stared at each other with flaming eyes.
And then their lips clashed. Explosive. Crushing. They kissed like gods at war. Tongues like swords.
Their large hands fisted each other’s clothes, tussling, yanking, and growling.
My heart dropped to my toes.
You would be cuffed, whipped, humiliated.