Captive Mate BL
Chapter 292: - - 292-

Chapter 292: -Chapter 292-

Lake woke up first, his troubles piling on his shoulders as soon as he opened his eyes.

Davian was still fast asleep, the Alpha nuzzled against his mating mark, his warm body bracketing his.

He could keep putting off his confrontation with the strange lady making claims but it wouldn’t fix anything.

He would just end up carrying his anxiety around for much longer.

It was also best that he spoke to her before eating, not trusting himself to not be overcome by nausea again.

Maybe if things were much different, he would indulge himself in staying in Davian’s arms for a while longer.

But he didn’t, prying the Alpha’s arms off him so he could make a trip to the bathroom.

He barely had his feet off the bed before Davian was wide awake and watching him intently.

"You can go back to sleep," Lake said to him, avoiding Davian’s searching gaze. "I just have something I need to do."

"Talking to her?" Davian said quietly.

"Yeah," Lake replied, getting off the bed.

"Do you want me to come along?" Davian blurted out and immediately scolded himself for it.

It would be too forward to...

"Yes, please," Lake jumped on the offer with a twinge of desperation, continuing to the bathroom.

He had already cried and thrown up in front of Davian, he doubted he could get more pathetic.

He didn’t know why he accepted Davian’s offer, the Alpha had nothing to do with this.

After all of this, he needed to pay a visit to Caspian and tell him everything that happened.

He didn’t even want his friend coming to Davian’s mansion, not with Matilda and Arthur present.

He needed a place with a welcoming atmosphere, a cozy corner cafe had more of that than this mansion did.

Lake just splashed some water on his face and cleaned his teeth.

Trying to pep talk his reflection in the backlit mirror didn’t help much, the golden faucet reflecting the bathroom lights back at him.

Davian had also gone to his room, because when he stepped out, his bedroom was empty.

Lake didn’t need to change because he just wore a simple shirt and loose pants to bed, his heart rate accelerating at the thought of the confrontation.

Davian didn’t make him stay long, the Alpha’s expression grim as he stepped through the connecting doors.

There was no reason to say anything further, they just silently started for the door in tandem.

Davian already called for Arthur, the butler waiting nervously just outside the master wing.

"Good morning, Master Davian," He greeted as usual but he had lost all of his enthusiasm so it just came out flat.

Lake didn’t care that Arthur didn’t so much as address him, having much bigger issues than the nuisance of a butler.

"Please come with me," He gestured, fully dressed in a three-piece suit so early in the morning.

Arthur was stiff as he led them to the room he had given to Sofia, unsure of what to think.

When Master Davian had called him that morning, he had been startled, because ever since he disobeyed his Mafia King’s orders, Master Davian hadn’t reached out to him.

It was crushing amid everything else that was happening but he rather deserved it.

Because when Master Davian called and asked to be brought to Sofia, he was brought to a painful realization.

He held Mafia King Davian in high esteem, his respect for the Mafia King unmatched.

But if it came to choosing between Mafia King Davian and Sofia, the choice was painfully clear, and it wasn’t his Mafia King.

Lake’s presence eased his worries a bit, hoping that all they wanted to do was have a harmless conversation with her.

He hoped it would remain that way because Sofia had zero filters and was brash and inconsiderate, so he could bet that she would say all of the wrong things.

He knocked politely on her door and opened it before she could make a quip, but he should have known better than to think that that would stop her.

"Don’t barge into a woman’s room, Art," Her familiar voice scolded playfully. "I could be naked..."

She trailed off when she caught sight of the company he brought, sitting up straighter on the edge of her bed.

It didn’t help her image much because she had a cigarette up to her lips, her night robes sheer.

"Master Davian would like to have a word with you," Arthur said carefully, hoping she would be able to read between the lines to hear the part he didn’t say out loud.

Arthur couldn’t stay though, so after doing the necessary introduction, he reluctantly left the room.

Lake instinctively reached out for Davian but he stopped himself halfway, clenching his fists instead.

"What’s your name?" He blurted out, almost coming off accusatory.

"Didn’t Rob tell you my name, sweetie?" Sofia said in a syrupy sweet voice, her voice dropping to a harsh tone. "That old bastard."

With every word that came out of the woman’s mouth, the clearer her identity became.

Lake didn’t give her a response but that was because his throat was closing up.

"It’s Sofia," She rose to her feet with a small frown, believing that Rob had in fact not told their kid her name. "Sofia Floris."

"I know," Lake said levelly, taking a step forward. "W-Why did you leave?"

His voice trembled as he questioned Sofia. He couldn’t bring himself to call her his mom, she was no more than a stranger to him.

Sofia’s lips twisted, and she stopped to put out her cigarette before replying.

It was so easy, all she had to do was lie and worm her way back into the kid’s life. It was easy money...

But she couldn’t bring herself to do it, not while looking this kid in the eye... Eyes that looked exactly like hers.

"Rob said you didn’t want me," Lake took another step closer, neither of the people involved in his existence had acted like parents so he didn’t treat them like one.

"Why did you come back?"