Chapter 132: [Bonus ] Bumping Heads

"Shouldn't you be more careful then?" Marcus spoke up after being quiet for so long. He looked between Gabriel and Esme and shook his head. "You came to the Hub like some stupid knight in shining armour, which she never needs, by the way. But you might as well have used a megaphone to announce your feelings for Nyx. If he has spies-"

"It doesn't matter," Esme interrupted. "I met Davian. He is Cassius'.. what do you call him?"

"Davian is Cassius' childe. But the term doesn't mean one is related. It is just a term we came up with because the master who sired the vampire has to teach them everything they know," Luther answered her, and she nodded her head, learning yet another thing about vampires.

"Well, you kinda need to know this stuff now.. being mated to the Vampire King and all.." Isana murmured.

Esme continued. "Davian said Cassius knows of my existence. But at the moment, it sounds like he thinks I am just a fling and nothing more."

"Still.. I don't like this," Marcus muttered before swigging his beer. 

"You think I do, pup?" Gabriel snapped, glaring over his shoulder. Esme tensed at the term, instantly jumping in front of Marcus as he pushed off from the couch, his hand going behind his back.

"What did you say!?" Marcus growled, his eyes shimmered into those of his wolf's, and he took a step forward, his eyes still on the vampire. He hadn't taken note of the petite she-wolf who blocked his path. Luther stood and was suddenly by the King's side, watching the werewolf warily but not doing anything.

Gabriel turned around and smirked until his eyes fell on Esme, who raised a brow at him. His lips fell, and he turned back to the window. 

"Marcus, let go of the knife," Esme ordered calmly, claiming his attention. Marcus lowered his gaze to her, the muscle in his jaw ticking as he still clutched onto his knife. "What do you plan on doing? This isn't the Hellhounds, and that knife isn't going to leave a scratch on Gabriel. And.." She suddenly dropped to the ground and spun, kicking her leg out, and sweeping him off his feet. 

Esme stood over Marcus, who looked at her startled. "He is my mate," She growled, letting her eyes burn into his at a ferocity that made him drop his gaze. 

"How very biased of you, Nyx," He muttered, ignoring her hand that lowered to him to help him stand. 

Esme ignored her friend's comment because it wasn't true. She stepped back and turned her attention back to her mate. "Apologise to him, Gabriel."

'Pup' was an insult werewolves used against each other, stating they were still not fully grown. Werewolves, mainly rogues from what she'd seen, used the term after winning a fight and further humiliating their contender. 

Gabriel stared at her with a curious look on his face for a moment. She wondered if Gabriel had ever been told to do something before or if she was the first to reprimand and command him. He glanced at the werewolf and placed his hand on his chest, lowering his head slightly. "I am sorry for calling you a pup. I lost my temper, but it does not excuse me for using such foul language."

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Luther's mouth dropped open, his eyes wide from shock. Esme ignored the vampire's blatant surprise and looked at her friend. Marcus nodded in acknowledgement and started to walk away.

"Where are you going?" She asked, glancing between her mate and her friend, who was still displeased. His mood was apparent even as he kept his head facing away from her. 

"I need to move about, we've been sitting for too long, and I might as well go get my bag." He continued to walk towards the elevator, his hands in his pockets now.

"I'll come with," Esme announced, making her friend pause and the room go silent. "Like I just said, Cassius doesn't think there is anything more between us, and I need to stretch my legs. It would be good to go running in our wolf forms."

Running with Marcus this time and not chasing after him. 

"I would not trust Davian too much," Luther muttered and glanced at Gabriel as he continued to stare after his mate. 

"I haven't seen your wolf form yet," Gabriel drawled, almost like he was thinking on the best course of action. "But I cannot come. Cassius does have spies. We just don't know who they are yet. He will see my interest in you has developed further than sharing my bed." He smiled slightly and apologetically. 

"Shift in front of me when you return." Gabriel winked. "My place is large enough after all."

Esme grinned in return and ran over to his spot by the window. Gabriel opened his arms but still showed surprise on his features as she jumped on him, her arms wrapped around his neck, and she crashed her lips against his as he lifted her up. She sighed into him as he pulled her closer to his chest, and his back hit the window behind him. 

Esme was a little overjoyed that Gabriel was still letting her out of his sight after this discussion about Cassius and Amelia. He trusted her and seemed to trust in her abilities. 

"Or he might have read Marcus' mind to see where the bag is?" Isana murmured. Esme ignored her comment and opened her eyes to see her mate already staring at her adoringly. 

"I'll see you soon," She whispered and almost melted as he kissed her again and brushed his fangs against her bottom lip as they parted. 

Gabriel lowered her to the ground, and his hands went to her wrists, almost like he didn't want to let her go still. "Marcus," He called out to him as he continued to stare at Esme. "Nothing better happen to her. I'm trusting you.." He slowly moved his gaze to meet the werewolf's, locking them in place so he could not look away.

"If you break my trust... I will find you and make you wish you'd never been born."

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