Captive Mate BL
Chapter 257: - - 257-

Chapter 257: -Chapter 257-

The next day, Lake was out of breath on his walk to the park, and he hadn’t been running.

It made him think that he was definitely coming down with something because he had felt out of sorts some days back too.

Maybe it was his body giving him signals... and honestly, Lake didn’t want to fall sick.

Not just because it sucked but because there would be no one to take care of him, and that brought back painful memories.

But he was almost at the park so he might as well just continue the trip. If only to tell Clint that he might not show up to the park for the next couple of days.

That wasn’t necessary though because the park was completely empty.

Save for Freida, of course, but at this point, she was more of a fixture in the empty but serene park.

Clint wasn’t here...

He wasn’t just here for the Alpha though so he quickly got over his odd absence, settling down on a bench to catch his breath.

His few minutes of rest spilled over into two hours, the quick brunch he packed up forgotten in his bag because he dozed off on the park bench.

He was woken up to a familiar face he had only seen from afar.

Freida.

She was dressed in flowy clothes which were in earthy colors, wearing a lot of accessories, and her expression was worried as she stared down at him.

"Are you alright?"

Lake had to take a moment before he could respond to her, blinking the drowsiness out of his eyes.

Her hand had been on his shoulder but as soon as he opened his eyes, she retrieved it.

So she had been the one to wake him up...

"I..." He trailed off, his brain sluggish. "Yeah," He sighed heavily, sitting up.

Frieda eyed him warily, her eyes dropping to his neck. "The bench isn’t comfortable to sleep on," Her voice was light, airy, not quite what Lake had been expecting.

"If you’re waiting for Clint, I doubt he’s coming today."

Lake was not at all waiting for the chatty Alpha, he had just fallen asleep while catching his breath.

He didn’t correct Freida though, not wanting to scare her off after she reached out to him.

"Thank you," He said instead, getting to his feet. "I’ll leave now."

He could feel the lady’s eyes on his back as he lumbered off, and he imagined he must look a little pitiful in her eyes.

Or at least until he got home and realized that his neck tie had fallen off while he was asleep, so he had his mating mark on display this entire time.

It made him correct his previous thoughts about Frieda’s odd looks.

She must have thought the mating mark was Clint’s, or someone else, and he was meeting up with Clint behind their backs.

That was far worse than the homeless person picture he originally painted.

Lake didn’t dwell on that for too long, trudging to his bedroom. Although he had slept for hours on the hard bench, it still wasn’t enough...

-+-

Davian had woken up at noon, that was the first blaring signal. He never needed an alarm because he was always up at the crack of dawn regardless of when he slept the night before.

Save for a few exceptions... like today.

His pillow was damp with sweat, short black hair sticking to his face as his breathing came out heavy.

It was his rut.

On the last day before his second check-up too. There was no reason to give Doctor Perez a call, if he didn’t come in for a check-up, the doctor would easily figure out why.

Davian did reach for his phone though, he needed to make some arrangements.

Arthur picked on the first ring and from the way the pitch of his voice undulated slightly, Davian could tell he was bowing even on the phone.

"Master Davian-"

"Cut out the pleasantries," Davian interrupted the incoming questions about his well-being, trying hard to keep his voice steady.

"I will be taking the next few days off work, reroute all my calls to my voicemail."

"Y-Yes," The butler answered eagerly, clearly confused.

"There will be no maids in the master wing during that time, and you will personally bring my meals to my room."

"Yes, Master Davian," The butler regained his composure.

Davian gritted his teeth, feeling the heat slowly spread through his body, his thoughts swimming in his head.

"And under no circumstance should Matilda and Savannah be allowed in the master wing."

This time, Arthur hesitated before responding. "As you wish, Master Davian."

Davian hung up then, switching off his phone as he stumbled to his feet.

Maybe if he took a cold shower, he could keep his rut at bay for a few more hours.

He practically ripped his white shirt off as he staggered to the bathroom, nearly tripping as he took off his dark gray sweatpants.

Wearing so many clothes to bed was coming back to bite him in the ass, his broad, muscled back bent over the sink as he generously splashed cold water on his face.

His back was covered in tattoos, a black hawk with obsidian eyes glaring menacingly from his mid-back.

The bird of prey’s huge wings covered both of his shoulders, the tattoo coming alive as his muscles flexed.

Davian let out a deep sigh of relief when he got inside the shower. The first spray of water was so jarring against his heated skin that it almost hurt, but afterward, it was soothing.

After the icy cold shower, he walked back to the bed, not bothering to change it before getting back on it.

It was going to get messier later on anyway, and he didn’t exactly have the energy for chores at the moment.

He pretended not to see the bag of sex toys he had procured for this exact situation, trying his best to go back to sleep.

Even if it was just a temporary solution, he couldn’t sleep all of his rut away, after all.