Otherworldly Mates [Book 4]

Chapter 23

Chapter 23

Nicholai's POV

"NO! Not the muffin...take anything but the muffin..." Declan mocked me as I sat up straight in the bed with my arms crossed over my chest. You know for a boy whose life I saved he was sure mean.

"I did not say that." I frowned.

"Uh huh! I have witnesses..." He smiled knowing that I was now caught.

"Why were you in my room anyways?"

"Owen said that you were lonely and he wanted to stay in here with you. He's in the chair over there asleep." He informed me pointing towards a chair with nothing but a lump underneath a cover and a mop of bright blonde hair sticking out from the top of it.

"Aw...you're so cute." I reached forward pinching his cheeks to which he began slapping my hands away from his face.

"Stop that!" He squeaked as he jumped off the bed heading over to Owen. He pulled the cover higher up on him making sure that he was tucked in tight before coming back to the bed.

"You really do take good care of him don't you?" I asked seriously curious.

"I'm supposed to."

"What do you mean you're supposed to?"

"He's mine. So I have to take care of him."

"You do realize that he's not an object so you can't just stake claim to him."

"I know that!" He shouted defensively. "He's like my....you." He said happily pointing at me.

"What?"

"I'm Damien and he's you."

"Are you sure you're just a little kid?" I asked eyeing him suspiciously. There was no way he could be so intuitive at such an age. He was smiling at me proudly as if he had just got the upper hand in the conversation. But what was more important was the fact that he just told me that he was Owen's mate....well if they could get mates that young.

"Positive!" He chirped happily.

"So are you planning on staying here the entire night?"

"Well as long as Owen's here then yeah." He responded looking back over at Owen's small form underneath the covers.

"Where are Damien, Imani, and Mateus?" I asked looking around the room.

"Well they got kicked out the room because they were so super worried about you that they wouldn't calm down." He informed me jumping onto the bed next to me.

"Who kicked them out?"

"Owen."