Mated To Him

Thirty Five

Chapter 35

Zaccheus couldn't get enough of his mate, from her big, doe brown eyes to her milky leg. He came out of the bathroom, holding a wet cloth to clean his mate's body. He knew he had worn her out, and he was very proud of that.

"I love you," he heard his mate's mind linking him, snuggled to the duvet while he smiled as he wanted to reply. He felt someone's presence, tugging his mind to talk.

"Talk!" he growled.

"I think you need to see this," he heard Alec say while he furrowed his brows in confusion at what he had seen to make him link him when he had warned them not to.

There was a pause at the other side before Alec continued, "We saw traces of black magic at the western side of the territory with some humans blood," Zaccheus snarled and growled softly; the black witches never learn as he felt his beasts rise which made his eyes to be golden before settling on the normal blue.

He looked at his worried mate on the bed, who looked like a temptress, and shut her apologetic smile, "sorry love, I need to go out," he took his shirt off the nightstand.

"What happened?" she asked in a worried tone which made him smile.

"Nothing to disturb that small head of yours for," he winked, buttoning his shirt. He could feel her worry, concern, and anxiety through their bond.

"Uhn uhn—Won't you bathe before going out, you know —" She blushed furiously, looking everywhere, yet not him. He tapped her small button nose playfully while she glared at him

"I want people to know that they disturb me from having my dessert after a meal," he smirked, seeing the effect of his words all over her body as it was red with embarrassment. He kissed her slowly, leaving her breathless and smiled cheekily.

"And what is the dessert?" his mate asked teasingly, rolling her eyes which made his beast- Ryn, growl.

He wetted his lips sensually before whispering, "You," he winked and puffed in the air.

The land was quiet with the whiff of black magic in the air, he saw a blood stain at the back of the tree, and he touched only the images of kids being slaughtered to flash in his front. He couldn't see the person's face as the kids' blood poured into a golden goblet.

"My King," he was brought out of the flashback by Alec's distant voice.

"According to what we saw, we noticed the black witch tried to perform a massacre in this territory," the King hummed in understanding, touching the tree to get some flashes or images of the black witches but found none except their bonny long fingers.

"According to Zeta, she said there have been missing kids from the orphanage. The kids are missing," Alec informed him as his eyes flaked goldenly. His beast was agitated about what was to come. The cloud looked gloomy, with the rambling of thunder matching the King's feeling. He was sad about the loss of his people and angry at himself.

"Why didn't she make a report that the kids are missing?" the King inquired.

"She said..." the King silenced him not to talk, scanning the area as the leaves rustled, only a white rabbit to jump in its hole.

"The trees have ears. Let's take this to my office," he ordered, imagining himself in his office.

He met himself in his office, looking at his table was stark and neat, and nothing looked suspicious before he sat on his seat, waiting for others to arrive. He took a brownish-white stick from its box and lit it, bringing it to his parted lips, and took a long drag, puffing the smoke out contaminating the air with the smoke.