Chapter 17

Pov: ???

I pushed the cap of my beer bottle open and enjoy the bubbling sound it makes as I pour its ice cold liquid inside my glass, the liquid making me company while I waited for a friend to arrive tonight.

And yet it was not with the intention of sharing a drink with them this time around, especially when this kind of drink would not be up to his taste after all.

No, no, this drink is to myself and myself only to enjoy before all the drama that I'm sure will unfold next comes.

I drink to that, thinking just how finding a mate always comes with a lot of trouble, but his case is especially worse and I'm sure he's already complicating everything up for his mate to have ended up in a trance made by another powerful vampire.

I drink alone in my living room with these thoughts in mind, with his mate resting upstairs after having our elder's guidance, only my cup hitting the table makes a sound in this quiet eternal night.

I could tell that his mate wasn't really sleeping, and actually tossing and turning, surely with a lot on his mind, but the problem that I had to deal with had just arrived with a whiff of blood enticing the predators around so I had no time to worry about him at the moment, plus it was not up to me to deal with the aftermatch of the long talk he had about the supernatural with the elder.

But even at the smell of freshly spilled blood none of my wolves growled, for they knew better than that.

Instead, the raging beast that it is my friend appears like a haunting ghost behind the glass door of the balcony and calmly walks to the door left unlock for him, and as he drags his feet inside and yet does not sit down I can tell that the situation is as bad as I thought at first, smelling his anger, restless and anxiety all the way from here, and he's usually very good at hiding these things.

He should be, being who he is and having the position he has in our society.

And yet a mate is enough to make such ancient being lose himself as such.

Sigh, this is where a friendly punch in the face a few times should come in handy, if not a good fight out to do it, perhaps is time to crack my knuckles.

But by the smell of blood and the red substance coating his clothes, I guess he already has had a taste of that last part.

I quietly look at him, the messy hair, torn out clothes, the intense pair of red eyes glow in the dark, still clinging to the adrenaline of the fight, and knowing better than to approach him now I simply sip my drink until he sorts himself out and drops tired on the chair, eyes back to normal and the palm of his hand on his forehead.

"… Is he… is he ok?"

I nod. "He is upstairs." The moment I say this he quickly stands up, completely intending to break in into his room like that, but even then I am not surprised, and I simply add: "He talked with our elder too."

That stops him on his track, and with one look in my direction he already knows the situation isn't good.

"…Talked about what…?" I could sense the anxiety in his voice, neither he or I can control what other people talk with his mate, especially when a elder is on the other end, and something like this was bound to happen at some point.

"She talked about… enough things. Your little mate is quite curious after all."

At that he chuckles but I can sense the growing despair in his figure as he falls back down on the chair.

"He is is he not? The little rascal…" He looks down in thought, licking his lips before asking: "And… and how is he coping with that?"

I lower my glass. "You have to see that for yourself I'm afraid." I say, but before he can run upstairs to meet him I continue my line of thought: "But before that you should let the boy rest, he had a rough day already and he does not need an unstable vampire barging in over him right now."

He frowns at me if a mix of anger and sadness that almost breaks my will to scold him but, as a friend I could not stand still while things went downhill fast which would only make him suffer even more.

So I finally start the part of the night I was dreading the most, and yet the one that I wanted to cross and be done with already even more.

"You will lose him like that, you know, I've seen many times to know that." I know that is a harsh way to start the topic but I need him to be focusing on my words right now and I'm sure this line would do, even if at the cost of a little fight.

Up to my expectations he growls at me, fingers crackling and fangs extending into a hiss, the Lord of the City could cut quite the scary figure when mad.

Not impressive I take my time as I raise my cup , but frown when I find it empty already.

Well at least I'm still calm, until the last meal I had last inside my belly that is.

"How dare you say such a thing! You have the nerve! And have you all people betray me like this, and I thought that you-" I cut his little angry speech short by smashing the glass on the table, not afraid of the sharp shards of glass that fly up from with it.

"Betray you? If I was betraying you then I would not have said anything at all and would have just watched you fall, and yet here I am trying to open your eyes before you get you two hurt." With a mood as unstable as a pregnant woman he sights and goes back to his previous position on the chair with a hand on his forehead.

"It's just that I'm so afraid of losing him, so worried about messing things up that I end up not knowing what to do. God, I'm sounding like a teenager now." On that we can agree.

"That's the problem, you are way too focus on what can be or will be that you're not seeing him right now, the real him beyond all your expectations of a mate. Tell me, what is his favorite color, what is his favorite dish, what makes him laugh, what makes him sad, how putting effort into knowing those things instead of worrying so much about losing your mate? Where is that overconfident little prick of a vampire that I know as my friend at uhm? Dude, how about truly enjoying that mate of yours that has finally come after so many years waiting uhm?" That seems to open his eyes a little, even if sounding simple to see for others for the supernatural a mate causes a rollercoaster shot of emotions and adrenaline that can sometimes fog our rational selves with the overflowing turbulent emotions.

And I know my little speech has the desired effect when he smirks at me and pulls at my leg by saying:

"Enjoy my mate like you did with yours?" At the end of his words that smirk spreads even more and it's my time to grunt and look away.

"We are not talking about me right now." I say, not really annoyed, but knowing that, younger and finding my mate so soon I had the worst approach possible ever by simply asking his hand in the first encounter and basically snatching him away without waiting for an answer.

Thankfully my mate is a little Angel and a supernatural too and understood and shared the overwhelming connection, but that did not make things easier when I had to explain to his parents why he turned up pregnant a few weeks later without even announcing our matehood.

You know what, yeah, let's not talk about that.

"…Thank you Will, I will… I will try my best." Lucien finally says and I nod at that, almost getting lost in the past and forgetting about my old friend's problems.

But I can't help but joke a little too.

"Just don't start by asking his hand in marriage ok?" He laughs at that and hammers the screw deeper by playfully saying:

"Well, seems like I started better than most at least by not doing that..."

I throw a pillow at the prick, but I have a smile on my face at the end of that night.

I just hope he does the right thing in the end, for both of their sakes.