Midnight Pleasure [THE PLEASURE SERIES BOOK 1]

Chapter Ten - Drystan

Sharp pain went through his chest. He tried to open his eyes, but he couldn't. The pain kept coming over and over again. Drystan wanted it to stop. He couldn't remember why he was in this position.

"Fuck," a voice cursed. "Keep him still." Another sharp pain went through his body.

Suddenly, memories of what had happened came back to him. His body started to jerk, trying to get up. Trying to get to Melora. His teeth lengthened and sharpened when the memories flooded through his head.

After Melora had fallen asleep, he started to drive again. He couldn't rest. He knew that she was feeling the mate bond that he was feeling. He had wanted to explain to her what was going through her body, but didn't want to scare her.

He clamped up.

Instead, he started to move the carriage. Halfway through the night, he decided he wasn't going to take her to her husband's castle. He'd be able to hide her until this whole situation has cooled over. There were places that he knew would let the both of them stay and they would be protected. More importantly, she would be protected.

He turned the carriage around and started in the opposite direction. He wasn't going to let that old man touch his woman. Drystan wouldn't had been able to sit by and let another man touch her. He would have had to watch it.

It wasn't long before he had to stop and relieve himself. He pulled the carriage over to the side of the road and hopped down. He made sure to check on Melora before he went for the trees. Once he made sure she was still asleep, he headed toward the closest tree.

Once he was finished, he turned back around to be met with a large wooden stake. The man on the other side of the stake sneered at him.

"Finally caught you lacking you fucking, stupid vampire," the man sneered at Drystan. He pushed the stake deeper into Drystan's heart.

Sharp, blinding pain went through his chest and body. Drystan's fangs lengthened, but his vision started to darken. The last thought that he had was that he failed Melora. He failed as her lover. He failed at protecting her. 

Another stab of blinding pain went through his body as his eyes snapped open. He tried to sit up, but was met with restraints pinning him down. He heard voices and saw faces all around him, but couldn't bring himself to focus on any of them. 

"Drystan," a deep voice called out to him. "Drystan!" Two pairs of hands gripped his shoulders, pinning him down so he couldn't move at all. "Calm down, Drystan. We're here to help."

Drystan looked up at the voice and did what he said. He knew the man he was staring at. "Where am I, Dante?"

Dante's hard features turned soft as he looked down at Drystan. "Back at the homestead, brother." He took his hands off of his shoulders and moved down to the restraints holding Drystan down. "You're safe here."

The restraints came off of his arms and Drystan sat up, waiting for the restraints to be taken off of his legs. "Why am I here?" He looked around the bright white room. There were no windows. No other furniture except for the chair that he was sitting on. The room was too bright. 

"You had a stake through your heart, Drystan," another voice explained to him. 

Drystan looked to his right and smiled at the young man. Dante's younger brother, Draco smiled back at him while he crossed his large arms. Both the of the brothers were massive in size. Their golden colored skin making their muscles look bigger. Drystan looked down at his chest and now noticed the gapping hole through his chest. Memories of what had happened flooded his mind again. 

"Melora," he whispered. Drystans head snapped up. "Where's Melora?"

Draco looked over at his brother. Dante clamped on hand on his shoulder before responding. "She's been taken back to her husband, Drystan."

Drystan swung his legs off of the chair and started for the door. "I need to get to her." Dante moved quickly and grabbed his arm, yanking him to stop. 

"What are you going to do, Drystan? Do you know who her husband truly is?" 

"He's an old war lord," Drystan answered. 

Draco stepped up beside them. "He's not just an old war lord, Drystan. He's the first of us."

Drystan's head snapped over at Draco. "What does he want with my Melora?"

Dante shrugged his shoulders. "I'm not sure what he wants with her, but he never took a wife. He never had a mate." He paused for a moment before squinting at him. "Please tell me you didn't claim her."

Drystan slowly nodded. "I couldn't help it." He clutched at his chest. "She's mine. The first day I saw her I felt that she was mine." He hit his chest, right over the hole that was slowly healing. "She's my mate. No one elses."

Draco looked over at his brother. "We have no choice."

Dante nodded. "I guess your right." He looked over at Drystan. "We're going to help you get your mate back. One, because it's you, brother. Two, because if we don't, he will kill her."

"What are you talking about?"

"She's claimed, Drystan. He will know who claimed her by her smell," Draco started to explain. 

Dante continued, "If he can't kill you, and he will try, he will resort to killing her instead." He pointed to the wound on his chest. "We will leave tomorrow when that hole has healed. We can't risk you getting hurt again when we go and save your woman."

Drystan nodded slowly. "Alright. We'll leave tomorrow."

Dante smiled as he agreed with him. "Good. Now," he placed a hand on his shoulder and turned him around back to the door. "Let me show you what you missed when he were in that desert wasteland."