Obsession: the Lycan king's Human Mate

Adaline pulled away from him leaving his semi hard cock and leaning on his thigh. She placed her cheek on her thigh, relishing the skin to skin touch and letting him come down from his high. 

"Come here," he whispered to her and pulled her into his arms. 

Xavier pulled her up and patted her bum making her wrap her legs around his waist as he fell asleep carried her over to the next room not minding the fact that his pants were discarded and Adelaide was staring at them as he left the room that he was previously in. 

"Xavier?" She mumbled, feeling drained. "Your pants.."

"Only you humans are afraid of nudity." He tsked. "Don't worry about it." 

So, she didn't. 

She closed her eyes and leaned against his head. There was something about touching each other that brought her peace. It calmed her heart and soothed her soul. 

The way she felt his hands, bigger than hers, on her back gently rubbing her up and down, it felt her being cared for. 

It made her happy, giddy too. 

Moments like these always made her feel that she had made the right decision by not walking away and trying her best to renew and restore this relationship. 

It made her happy that she had not made the choice of walking away because what she now had, it felt like something she could never have with anyone else. 

They came back to the room where Adaline had applied the paste on his back. 

She sighed when she felt him sit down and leaned more into him. The short vibration from his chest made her realise that he just chuckled.

"What?" She mumbled sleepily. 

He hummed loudly, letting out a low rumble from his chest that stood her and lulled her into sleep. 

"Nothing," he caressed the top of her hair. "Do you want to have a little nap here would you like to go back home?" 

Adaline inhaled a long breath and mumbled as she exhaled, "You,"

He smiled so hard that his fucking cheeks hurt. 

This was what he lived for. 

Xavier kissed her temple and got more comfortable so that she would be able to sleep for sometime. 

His saving grace, his Adeline. 

******

~somwhere in the realm of faeries~ 

Qasim waved his hands around his head in irritation. There was nothing He hated more than insects and at the moment they were in the realm of one. 

Grabbing a hold on one of the faerie, he squish it in his palm before throwing it away and wiping the blood of it away on his thigh. 

"Fucking cockroaches," he grumbled under his breath. 

He made his way inside and when he did, the smell of the ded hit him making him almost gag at it. 

Standing at the side of the entrance next to where Adrian was, Qasim Murmured under his breath, "what's going on? How are you staying in this smell?" 

"It's the smell of the dead." Adrain deadpanned. "That's your mate's scent." 

Qaasim's face twisted into an ugly expression. He did know that. He knew and was fully aware that it was his wife that was inside this room and it was her body that was rotting away. 

The only things that he could do was to try to forget for as long as he could until she came back to the land of living. 

"I know." 

Nathaniel exhaled loudly gathering the attention of the two members that was standing near the entrance. "I can hear you and I do not like being disturbed." 

Just like it had been inside the witch's hut, the new ooh temporary residence that they had found was also filled with ingredients and potions that the exiled Vampire King had made.

"I bring news, my king," Qasim announced his presence. "It is from the shifters realm." 

"Huh," Nathaniel tsked, moving closer to the dead body. "Go on." 

"The marking ceremony is completed. The meeting one is merely days away." Narrowing his eyes as he gave it another thought, Qaasim added, "or hours. I do not think it would be in the control of the King anymore." 

The man halted. "Is that so?" He chuckled before turning to his men. "That will be good for us." 

"Yes, it will." Qasim agreed right away. However, hesitantly he added. "Don't you think Nora should be taken care of first?"

Nora was his beloved and she was the one his king was working on. 

If they had brought back someone from the dead, it had to be Nora first. 

"Nora?" Nathaniel parroted, moving away from the body of the said person and towards the rows and rows of ingredients. 

"Umm—"

"Nora is the beloved of Qasim." Answered Adrian. "The one you are currently working on." 

"Ah, her." Nathaniel nodded as he snapped his fingers like he remembered her now. "I know her." 

Qaasim's eyes twitched. She was right there! 

"So?" He didn't relent, even the slight cough from Adrian did not stop him. "Are we going to work on her first?"

The finger hovering over the ingredients halted. A sudden chill settled in the room and Nathaniel sighed.

"What are we going to work with?" The exiled king turned around and stared at Qasim with a raised eyebrow. "How do you expect me to work on your beloved when I don't have a child?" 

"Child?" Qasim repeated in question as he looked at Nathaniel and Adrian. *What?" 

The king laughed without opening his mouth. "Oh, you lovely, lovely," with a flash appeared in front of Qasim and gripped his throat, squeezing it lightly as he hissed, "immature boy." 

"I need a child.." Nathaniel fell silent and froze for a second before he left the throat of his follower and stepped back. 

He moved to the dead body of Nora and nodded, "I need a child Qaasim. The child of the Alpha king and queen. If you can get it for me.." he shrugged, "I can help you." 

Adrian, who had been listening to the exchange from the side winced. He knew where this was going. 

His eyes moved to Qaasim, the naive man who nodded brightly, almost everything he had hoped for was coming true. 

"I will," Qasim agreed, making adrain curse mentally.. "I will get the child."