Claimed 《Book 6》

Chapter 4

Korn had finally told Disco that he was fine and that he needed to go home after multiple complaints that Korn should stay and heal more. The injuries that he had sustained were pretty much healed and knew it was time to go back.

"Are you sure because you can totally-" Disco said.

"Thank you for the concern but I need to go back since the time for a guy to appear is coming and I want to find out if he's mine." He said.

"You're my best friend and if something happens to you while you are still healing it would kill me."

"I'm fine I'm not in any pain." He said before hugging his best friend. "Thank you for caring."

"Always" Disco said before Korn stepped back and snapped his fingers making a portal appear. He said goodbye before he stepped through the portal and into the main living room. It was quiet which was a little unusual since it was almost ten in the morning. Something felt different though, the energy in the house seemed off like... Korn tensed when he realized what it was. A new guy was here.

"Congratulations" Nine said making Korn turn to him. Dean and Nine stood behind him looking calm as ever.

"Your mate came last night and as usual he didn't come willingly." Dean said. Korn's heart stopped in his chest and he was finding it difficult to breathe. The human was his.

"Apparently he was trying to escape with his female human and another guy who was interested in her tried to stop them with a gun. There was a fight for the gun and your mate Knock was shot." Nine said making Korn's heart drop.

"Is he okay?" Korn asked.

"He is, his female human brought him here hoping we could heal him knowing very well that she wouldn't see him again. Tharn healed him and once he was healed he freaked out and started insulting people." Nine said.

"I can't blame him for not being gay and wanting to be with the person he loves." Dean said. Korn's heart dropped even more. His mate was not a part of the LGBTQ community and he was in love with someone else. Why in the hell did the demon gods do this to him? Out of all the princes in the damn mansion, he was the one that had to have a straight mate.

"I'm sorry, Korn" Dean and Nine said. Korn didn't know what to say so he just gave them a quick nod before he headed to his apartment.

When he got there he used his super hearing to see if his mate was up. When he heard snoring he smiled, his mate had the cutest snore. He made his way down the hall to his room before trying to open the door. He should have known he would lock the door. If he thought that a lock would keep him away from him then he was sorely mistaken. He snapped his fingers and the door unlocked. He slowly opened the door and instantly got a whiff of the odor of dried blood. It was coming from the hamper, he snapped his fingers and the clothes were gone. He never wanted to see them again, he would let him borrow his clothes while he got him some new clothes.

He looked over to the bed to see only the top of some dark brown hair. He moved closer trying hard not to wake him up. He just wanted to get a glimpse of him without him yelling at him to let him go. He slowly and carefully pulled the covers back to reveal his mate sleeping on his side facing him. One look at him and his whole body went still and calm for the first time in his life. He was cute with his bulbous nose, his monolid shaped eyes, his wide full lips, his chiseled jaw and his beautiful shaped face.

A plan started to form in his head as he watched his mate sleep. Once his mate woke up then he would put it into action. One thing that he one hundred percent agreed on was that he wasn't letting him go.

His mate moved a little, giving Korn a good view of his neck and the bruise that looked like a handprint. He immediately became pissed and did something that he knew was wrong but he needed to know who did this to him. He got into Knock's head and searched his memories and immediately found the culprit. He was going to kill Tharn. Demon King be damned. He immediately put the covers back where they were before leaving the room, closing the door after him.