Above is Nick Jonas, played as Kyle. 💕
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~We found our way back home through one of a portals that Kyle had casted.
Kyle seemed a little wary.. He really didn't talk much once we had teleported from Harry's mysterious castle to my apartment back in New York.
"Kyle, are you okay?"
Kyle was in the living room, sitting on a stool that I had bought a while ago. With his legs dangling, he kicked off the stool making the stool fly across the wooden floor.
"No, I'm NOT okay."
I walked from the kitchen to the living room, really thinking that I shouldn't invade his personal space while he is this upset, but I couldn't help myself. We've known each other ever since high school, and as much as I loved him as more than a friend, he was my best friend besides Abby.
Coming more closer to him, I noticed that he was balling his large hands into fists. His body was tensed with anger.
I immediately put my tiny hand against his chest, some how his tensed body became a little loose...only a little bit.
I made his head turn by taking his jaw, and looking me in the eyes.
"Tell me what is going on with you?"
I was desperate to know, just only since he was my friend.
He mumbled words I couldn't hear.
"Speak louder and clearer."
Kyle took my hand off of his chest. And looked at me with no feelings or emotions.
"I cannot protect you anymore."
"What do you mean, Kyle?"
He walked over across the living room, and picked the stool from off the ground and stood it on all of its fours.
"Harry is my boss, alpha, anything that over powers, it's him. I can't keep protecting you from him, B. I went to his palace to drop off paperwork for Robert from the council of the underworld... Once Robert told me everything that had happened while you were there, I couldn't resist to go and see you. You were some what forced to go to live with Harry, without any explanation other than your his mate."
Kyle snorted and continued.
"I know what I did was wrong, and I totally take responsibility for taking you. But Harry isn't going to take this very calmly, I can tell you that he might kill me or I might be banned or shunned from the underworld which isn't a good thing... both of the decisions are not good. Either way, I cannot protect you anymore which I hate to say B... that is why I am going to have you ask me any questions before I walk out of that door,"
Kyle pointed at the door..
"So go on, ask me anything you would like to know and I will tell you nothing but the truth."
I taped my chin with my index finger, I knew off the bat the questions to ask.
"Why are you leaving me in his hands when I don't want to left in them? And that is not my only question..."
He nodded his head and sat back down on the stool, willingly answering my first question.
"Becky, you're his mate. A mate is not suppose to be without its other half for more than a week. Trust me, I don't want you to be left in his hands but I have no choice."
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FanfictionHarry Styles is the King of the Underworld that consists of all supernatural beings. Becky Younger is a stripper who means to pay her way through college by choosing this career. Who would think that they are mates? Destined to be with one another...