Chapter 128: Some People Are Just Lucky..

"Is your lover, I know," Marcus finished her sentence.

Esme turned her head and stared at him until his dark brows drew together in annoyance, and he flicked his head to the side, meeting her gaze. She searched his features; besides his evident irritability, Marcus appeared okay with Gabriel being her lover. 

"Gabriel is my mate," She said slowly, gauging his reaction. 

Marcus scoffed, "Yeah, a good joke if it was believable." He turned around, but Esme caught hold of his wrist, stopping him without putting any effort in. 

"It's not a joke. I know it's not believable but somehow.. Gabriel is my second mate. I can even let my wolf speak to you to confirm it," She said quietly, knowing he would not ask for Isana to speak. It was known that wolves didn't lie about their mates, and plus, why would she joke about such things? No matter what her circumstances were before with Ethan, this was a big deal. 

"Second mate.." Marcus muttered bitterly as he turned around to look at her in disbelief. "How.." His eyes roamed her face and body. "How is he your mate?"

Esme shook her head, releasing his wrist and crossed her arms from the slight chill in the wind blowing through her damp hair. "I don't know.. I haven't heard anything of a second mate before-"

"That's not even the least bizarre part about this, Nyx. You're a werewolf, and he's a vampire.. If we think back to those darned history lessons.. vamps and werewolves, mortal enemies and all that. Would the Moon Goddess really put the Vampire King as your mate?" He questioned before rubbing his hands on her shoulders to warm her up. 

"If you want to keep talking in private, go to any of the penthouse floors or go to your apartment. Your hair is wet." Gabriel's melodious voice whispered in her mind, making her eyes brighten. She looked to the patio doors, but the vampire wasn't there. Through the bond, he must have sensed that she was cold; she also wondered how Gabriel felt about this bond. To her, it was normal, but like Marcus just explained, he was a vampire. 

Did their mate bond work normally?

"Let's speak at my apartment. You can take the spare room there." Esme shrugged out of her friends hold and led the way back to the patio doors.

"Where is your apartment? Will your 'mate' be fine with this?" Marcus asked from behind her as she slid open the doors. 

Esme smiled gently as her eyes landed on Gabriel, who was sitting with Luther in the lounge area with the waterfall feature, a drink in one hand. 

"He doesn't really act on his jealousy.." She murmured thoughtfully, remembering a few scenes in the past. Gabriel did get jealous, but he was nothing compared to Ethan and other werewolves, for that matter.

"That's because he is self-assured," Isana added, complimenting their mate through lovesick eyes.

"I'm just showing Marcus my apartment. He'll stay in the guest suite. Can you send the food down there when it arrives?" She asked before leaning over the back of the sofa Gabriel was sitting on. He tilted his head back and pulled her head down for an upside-down kiss.

Releasing the she-wolf, Gabriel grinned. "Of course, I can't have you starving now. Don't keep her too long, Marcus. She needs to rest; she's had a very tiring night," He winked in the werewolf's direction. 

Was he trying to rub it in Marcus' face? No, Gabriel wasn't that.. Esme's thought trailed off as she saw the amusement behind the vampire's eyes. 

Ah, but Marcus wouldn't.. Esme looked at Marcus and saw his jaw ticking.

"I think I know how much Nyx can endure," He replied with a dangerous glint to his gaze.

Gabriel's sharp gaze narrowed in his direction but snapped back to Esme when she pulled away. "Wow, it is so nice to see others caring for me.. I almost forgot that I survived by myself for two years.." Esme snapped, finding their little 'rivalry' childish. She walked away from them, her hand reflexively going to the dagger behind her back. 

"Ah shit, Nyx, don't stab me." Marcus followed her, his hands up in surrender, an apologetic smile on his face. Esme huffed and went to the glass double doors at the far end of the penthouse. Even though she was irritated, she still searched the bond to see how Gabriel was feeling. 

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The vampire was still amused and more amused from her annoyance.

Damned bat.

"I love you too," Gabriel called out to her through her mind. Esme grumbled incoherently and heard the vampire chuckle aloud from the other side of the floor.

The doors closed behind them as Esme led Marcus down the stairs until they arrived at her apartment front doors. Marcus whistled and shook his head as they walked in and turned the lights on. "I can't believe you have an apartment here.. A life of luxury under the same roof as the Vampire King.. Actually, I can believe it because apparently, he's your mate." He scratched the back of his neck, dishevelling his long locks before he sat down comfortably on the sofa before the T.V. 

"This is my safe house. I have another place down the street.." Esme trailed off after seeing Marcus raise a brow at her comment. 

"You really have hit the jackpot. I wouldn't mind having a sugar daddy as well," He joked, resting his arms on the back of the couch, making himself at home. "Some people are just lucky, I 'spose."

Esme tilted her head to the side. "Oh yes, I have all the luck in the world.." She rolled her eyes. "This is the first time I've felt somewhat comfortable. Well, really comfortable and safe now that Gabriel is.." She trailed off and looked at her friend. 

"How long have you known?" He asked, bringing her back to the present and not to her darkening thoughts of the past. 

"We just marked each other tonight. So.. very recently," Esme answered him. "And to answer what you said earlier.. Would the Moon Goddess make Gabriel my mate? Again, that is something I can't answer. We aren't seer's, and I doubt the Goddess has the time to spare me a glance."

Marcus shook his head. "Bloody hell. I'm still reeling that you marked each other in the last couple of hours! Let me see the mark." He leaned towards her, and she turned her head, pointing at her neck. "Wait, that's it?! I can barely see that. Are you sure you're mates, Nyx?"

Esme chuckled. "I am quite certain. I marked him as well. I am happy, though, that mine isn't that obvious. Nobody has seen the King's mark before. But if people find out then, this technically puts a target on my head to all of his enemies."

"Woah, you marked him. And you'll be fine; you weren't number one for all those years for no reason," Marcus commented as the butler arrived like a ghost, quiet and seemingly out of nowhere. He placed five pizza boxes on the coffee table and a few other small side boxes. The smell wafted into their noses, and the werewolves became distracted, almost drooling at the sight of the takeout boxes. 

"Thank you.." Esme thanked the air. The vampire had disappeared again, making Esme really wonder if he was normal for a vampire. 

"You marked Gabriel.. that's nuts. He's the King of all vampires.." Marcus muttered, shaking his head still in disbelief. 

A female marking their mate was almost unheard of, so she could understand how this whole scenario from the Vampire King and a rogue werewolf being mates to a she-wolf also leaving her mark on him. 

Esme flipped open the smaller boxes, revealing chicken wings, nuggets, garlic bread and cookies, and started munching on the nuggets while Marcus started on the large pizza. "I'm not gonna lie, Nyx. I am envious," He spoke through chewing on his pizza slice. 

Esme paused, reaching for her own pizza and stared at her friend, waiting for him to continue. His tone of voice indicated that he was being sincere. "You have another mate.. I haven't even had one." He grabbed the napkins on the side, wiping his fingers as he avoided her eyes. "Nyx, I honestly don't think I am fated for one."

"Marcus.." She went to reach out to him but stopped, realising her fingers were also greasy. She sighed. "Why don't you think you have a mate?"

"It would be nice to have one," He muttered, then smiled sadly. "But I have done a lot of bad things to our kind-"

"So have I." Esme interrupted, trying to stop her friend from thinking in such ways. "I thought.. I thought Ethan was my punishment, and I accepted it.. I accepted it when I realised I couldn't kill him.. But.. here I am with another mate and one that actually treats me like a mate. I think you have one out there; it's just not your time yet. Well, if you want to follow that fated path, bull."

Marcus flopped his head back on the couch with a sigh, staring up at the ceiling. "Nyx, there's a difference between you and me, though.." He turned his head to the side, searching her eyes as he hesitated on his next sentence. "I don't feel bad about the things I've done. In a sick and twisted way, it helped me overcome the shit I went through when I was younger. This isn't a good excuse, really, but.. that's just how it is.. The only thing I've actually ever cared about is you."

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