Chasing Elysian

16. Fated Mates

Third Person's P. O. V:

It riled Kairos up to know he lost control to an oddity. An oddity called Rosanna.

Kairos came with the intention to rid his other half of it's infatuation with the human girl. But failed to consider the fact that variables were more often a variation than a calculation.

Rael was unnecessarily attached to the human girl. And several preparations turned to waste the moment Kairos held Rosanna in his arms.

Simple appealing scents turned to aphrodisiac and a serum for logic. Momentarily losing his reasoning and engaging in a kind of pleasure Kairos never thought was possible to receive.

Albeit short. As soon as it came, as soon as it was gone. Like a fleeting dream of paradise.

Watching the black haired female fall limp in his arms, Kairos' senses snapped as he pulled his fangs off.

Growling in frustration as the reality of the situation crashed on him with force.

Perhaps in Kairos' years long dictionary, there was nothing more frightening than mating and losing control. But the reality of both happening in a second incited a deep sense of loss and anger in him.

I had f*cking marked someone.

Although temporary, that was too careless of Kairos. For someone who took pride in his ability to control his life.

He stood up, picking Rosanna up in a princess carry position as he jumped off the balcony with haste.

The first thing flashing in his mind was to meet Doctor Osborne. A renowned imperial physician whom Kairos assumed would have answers to this unexpected situation.

And a lackey of his, that Kairos wouldn't mind dealing with should words be leaked. After all, close, disposable aids were deemed better.

Regardless of confidentiality, if Doctor Osborne could not get Rosanna's mark off, Kairos knew he'd be damned to have another weakness.

The consequences of mating during the seasons of war was a fool's choice.

Rael.

The hot fury Kairos felt turned his surroundings red. He could feel his other half begging to cave in to the transformation.

It was ironic how Rael brought this situation about yet the impulse transition of anger determined Rael suitable to clean this mess.

Eyes alternating between red, gold and sometimes staying mixed, Kairos struggled to keep his raging heart calm.

He needed an outlet and it'd be unusual if Kairos didn't give Drake a thrashing. His wavering distrust in Drake has once more rendered itself wrong.

Some certain individuals were more talented in giving bad advice than good ones.

As expected, once a b*stard, always a b*stard. Shouldn't have listened to a hint of his advice. 

Unfortunately, regrets or 'should have’s' didn't make a situation better.

Another b*stard messing things up.