Captive Mate BL
Chapter 277: - - 277-

Chapter 277: -Chapter 277-

Savannah was sure that Arthur could hear her heartbeat from how loud it thumped.

But the butler just grabbed the laundry basket, emptied it, and then returned it to its rightful spot before leaving the bathroom for the last time.

She had to lean her head against the frosted glass of the shower, lightheaded from anxiousness.

Savannah hadn’t realized that Arthur had been coming to the bathroom until it was almost too late.

She then had to dash to hide, somehow managing to make it.

The shower was the worst possible place to hide in too, because if Arthur had been paying closer attention, he would have seen her right away.

She remained in the bathroom until she was sure that Arthur was gone from the bedroom, only then did she get to her feet.

Now Savannah could breathe easy, she made her way back to the bedroom.

Davian’s scent was everywhere, even in the bathroom, she was certain she would wake up with a headache or worse.

She sighed as she went around to the other side of the bed, questioning her blind following of her mom’s orders for the first time.

It was a little naive of her, but she hoped her mom didn’t really mean to carry out a murder.

Savannah sat gingerly on the edge of the bed, slowly lying down.

She turned around to face Davian and wondered if they could get him to believe them so easily.

Being here was also very counterproductive, she wasn’t supposed to be in here again after Davian outright promised that she would get shot the last time she was here.

But she could see that her mom was too focused on her goal to care about the risks.

Savannah got as comfortable as she could, propping her head on her arm as she studied the sleeping Mafia King.

Davian would be completely knocked out for the entire night, so it wasn’t like the Alpha would be making a move on her.

She let her eyes trail down his body, the bathrobe he wore parted to reveal the expanse of his chest.

Then she looked back up again to his face to find furious gray eyes glaring down at her.

Savannah swallowed her heart down in fright, jumping off the bed to quickly put distance between them.

Davian went after her just as fast, "I remember fucking telling you not to come in here," He looked her dead in the eye, voice low.

And as if a switch flipped in his head, he looked around, frowning. "Where’s Lake?"

Savannah covered her mouth with both hands, tears prickling at her eyes as she stared up at him in terror.

"Fuck." Davian cursed under his breath, hot-footing it out of the room.

He should have trusted the Omega, Lake always left, even after promising he wouldn’t.

Davian’s vision swam as he stepped out of his bedroom, completely forgetting about the horrorstruck Savannah he left behind.

His entire day had been a blur, just like yesterday had been but Lake stood out in technicolor, and he could shake off the feeling that if he let Lake leave this time, he would never get him back.

He didn’t remember sleeping off, had he even eaten? How did Lake leave without him noticing?

The hallway dipped and spun, and Davian couldn’t say for sure but he was certain he stumbled a handful of times.

It felt like running in a dream, and that was because he shouldn’t be moving in his current state.

Davian slammed into the wall when he took the last turn that led out of the master wing.

He had been moving too fast, and was too disoriented to stabilize himself.

It worked perfectly to stop the other person in the hallway though, which was a good thing because Davian would have mowed them right down.

Arthur’s blood ran cold in his veins at the unmistakable sight of Master Davian.

He had stopped and whipped around at the loud and strange sound, registering his Mafia King’s presence before the Alpha’s overpowering scent could get to him.

T-That wasn’t right... Master Davian shouldn’t be awake... he shouldn’t be...

Arthur flinched when Master Davian lurched forward and loomed over him, immediately reminding of the moment that he had been flung against the wall.

Those slate gray eyes were feral as Master Davian peered right at him, their faces mere inches from each other.

Arthur went still, it felt like a predator was right in front of him, and any wrong move would have his throat ripped out.

In the middle of them was the laundry basket where Lake was hidden by loads of laundry.

Arthur knew that he should say something but he couldn’t bring himself to move any part of his body, not even his lips.

Master Davian straightened up and took a step back, prompting a sigh of relief to leave his lips.

"I-Is something the matter, Master Davian?" He asked carefully, clearing his throat.

Davian wasn’t listening to him, stuck on something else entirely.

He could smell Lake, but he couldn’t find him so where...

Those sharp gray eyes dropped to the laundry basket in Arthur’s hands, he reached for it a little skeptically, throwing out the clothes.

Arthur was immediately plunged back into the depths of hell, certain that he would die that very night.

Davian didn’t even notice the butler’s growing crisis, taking out Lake who was curled up at the bottom of the basket.

The sleeping Omega involuntary took in deep breaths as soon as he was pulled out, having been slowly suffocating underneath the pile of clothes.

Arthur’s knuckles went white as he gripped the handlebars of the laundry basket tight, waiting for his verdict.

He didn’t expect Master Davian to just slowly lumber back to the master wing after getting Lake back.

Arthur turned around in disbelief, piles of clothes littered around him in the middle of the hallway.

What the hell had just happened?

With nothing else to do, he carefully picked up the discarded clothes and put them back into the laundry basket, continuing his journey down the hallway.