Leo's Friend

Cassius POV

I had a new pep in my step. I finally had a way of winning over my mother’s intrigue and strategies, and I was a happy man for it. She had been nothing but cruel and calculating, for all the eternity I knew her. I often wondered how a creature such as her was my mother, and at times, fleeting thoughts even asked me if we were related. “Sad to inform you Cassius, but she is indeed our mother. I can smell hers and Bella’s blood, it is her blood that is mixed into your veins”, Marcus offered an ever so unhelpful opinion. For once, I wished he was wrong, but deep down I knew he was not.

“Never mind, I can daydream Marcus. She never felt like our mother, you know”, I clarified. “You are right, she is not exactly a mothering type. She is a cold, calculated, ruthless creature and while I admire those qualities in general, as our mother she is an abuser and utter failure”, Marcus decided to elaborate on his disdain. “But we have something now – we have a way to WIN!”, I said excitedly to him, almost walking on clouds. I could feel my heartbeat faster and feel my own excitement just thinking about Leo and our future. I wanted everything with him. Everything! If he wanted children, we could adopt or have a breeder or a surrogate. Would he want to stay in Los Angeles? Would he want a life in our world? My thoughts betrayed me, and fear gripped my heart.

I knew what he was – a dragon. But he did not know that. He had no idea our world existed, left alone what a mate bond is, and let’s not forget the fact that a dragon did not have to follow the mate bond rules. That thought alone chilled me to my core again. “Our mate loves us. I could feel it. You need to stop acting like a scared little boy, Cassius. We are a Lycan Prince – true born of the Lycan Queen. We are warriors, second only to Jasmine in our realm. Snap out of it! You need to focus on here and now! And if you do not want to marry Irina, like we discussed, it is time for a poker game with mother!” he roared, bringing me back to my senses.

I do not know what has happened to me. I was never a weak, indecisive creature. In fact, many would call me ruthless, and a lot of our realm often compare me to my mother in terms of strength and brutality. Little did they know I was really nothing like her, I was not deprived, long-lost in my own pursuit of ego machinations and schemes as she was. I could keep my own in any battle, and I had the ability to look the other way – my conscience was overrated, that much was true. I had no qualms about killing. If enemies attack, somebody comes to your front door to endanger your family, your pack, or your Kingdom, you go for a kill. That has been my philosophy of life and that philosophy shall remain, mate or no mate, I subtly encouraged myself.

I was conversing with Marcus and trying to focus on the situation at hand. I needed to let the mother know that I was aware – fully aware of her black market activities, her abductions, child abuse, her orgies and everything in between. Making my way to her house, I started having an uneasy feeling. Something was startling me, some knowledge, a feeling I did not recognize before. “You feel protective about the mate”, Marcus offered an explanation, and while partially that was the reason for the tightness in my chest, I felt something different. I looked around and her house, usually manned by servants and her attendants, including Bob, was eerily quiet. Milena was nowhere in sight, and I did not know what to make of that.

I made my way towards my mother’s office, however, but heard moans from her chambers. She must have been entertaining again, I thought. I just hoped no small children were involved in whatever erotic activity she had planned for this afternoon. Insatiable as she was ruthless, there was no end to her depravity. Well, perhaps, not until now.

Unceremoniously, I opened the door, only to find my mother spread out in her chair, her skirt lifted up and the body of a woman who seemed oddly familiar, even though I could not see her face, was giving my mother her pleasure by eating her pussy. The whole thing was on display. I noticed fresh blood seeping down my mother’s thighs, and even though I knew that she had weird fetishes, I never assumed she would let somebody feed on her. Dark hair of the woman between her legs was cascading all over her muscular, brownish gold skin, her thong the only thing in place, her skin skinning from sweat. My mother, in the ecstasy of it all, at first did not notice me at all, she was in a world of her own.

“Tsk. Tsk… Mother”, I said curtly, trying to avert my gaze. There was no response and they were still going at it. All I heard was a slurping sound and moans. “MOTHER!!!”, I yelled now, stopping the black-haired lady dead in her tracks. My mother lazily opened her eyes, clearly not bothered that I caught her in the act, but also not moving to compose herself. “I was almost there girl.. Finish it!” she hissed at the woman between her legs. “MOTHER – YOU WILL STOP IT! I am not here to watch you getting fucked – I am here to speak to you!”, I yelled now. She turned her face to me, clearly pissed off at my tone and attitude, or perhaps at the fact that I had deprived her of her pleasures – possibly a combination of it all. I had no patience with her anymore and I had it! “WE NEED TO SPEAK OR I WILL GO TO FIRST DRAGON THIS INSTANT”, I yelled at her.

Her eyes zeroed in on me, slits appearing, her face contorting into a scowl. “Fine…. Leave us…” she pushed the woman away from her. The black-haired beauty scurried to get up, pulling up her clothes which were scattered on the floor around my mother’s legs. The moment she turned to me, I recognized her and my heart sunk. Myra????? Isn’t she Leo’s friend????