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Chapter 28

Lucas's POV

All I could do was stand there while this girl, my mate, started walking up the stairs. She was heading for the door, and I didn't know what to do at first. Sasha gently pushed me and told me to open the door for her. I hurried over and said, “Excuse me, let me open the door for you.” She stopped as she looked over to me. She looked me up and down and then stood back. How come she didn't feel the mate bond? Didn't she have her wolves yet?

"Isn't she old enough to have her wolf? Hasn’t she shifted yet?” 

“She hasn't shifted yet, dumbass. When she turns twenty-one in two weeks, that's when she will shift. She has a lycan and a wolf. I've been talking to them since they arrived. They're excited to be here, and they said she thinks the palace is beautiful. But you need not to pressure her; she will cut you down in a heartbeat. She doesn't know about the mate bond yet, so don't scare her with it,” My Lycan Moon had said, “Oh, by the way, it's not Moon; my name is King. You've whored around so much, get your act together, or I will get it together for you.” Now, why in the hell did he keep his real name from me? I wasn't even going to ask him that. It wasn't worth it right now. All I could do was look at this beautiful woman in front of me. She had long dark hair with hazel eyes. She was wearing jeans, a button-up shirt, and sandals. Something tells me that all of them were tired. I hurried to open the door before she asked anything. She went inside with the rest of them. I couldn't help but look at her. I wanted her. I needed her. And I wanted a piece of it too. But it was just too early. Maybe I can have it later on.

“Stop thinking with your dick. They are here for business, Lucas, and they might be hungry. So have them go into the dining area,” King was being a little bossy right now. Maybe that side of him was coming out. Who the heck knows? Right now, I didn’t care.

“Guys, if you just follow me, I will walk you to the dining area. This is where me and my company will eat while you are here. And little lady, if you like, you can sit beside me.” I watched her turn to look at me, then at the chair I had pulled out for her; then she looked at her parents and at me again. She shrugged, sitting down in the chair next to me. Then the rest followed. I knew her parents suspected something, but I wasn't willing to share right now. But she sure was. She waited until I sat down for her to start asking a million questions. Well, it probably wasn't a million, but it sure was a heck of a lot.

“Alright, Mr. Lucas, sure, how come you wanted me to sit by you and not near my parents? Is this all a setup? Are you really the Lycan king, because I could have sworn that my grandfather, Mercury Black, is the king? He was the king of the mafia, so why isn't he the king of lycans? Why did you really want us here? Do you really have money problems and rogue problems?”

“Kayla, that's enough, young lady. He has invited us here to figure out what is going on. I suggest you cool it. Is that understood?” Her father said to her. He must be a strict father, good, because that's what he needs to be. I simply chuckled at her, then I calmly spoke to her after her father stopped talking.

“I will try to answer all your questions. First of all, I thought you were beautiful, so I wanted you to sit beside me. And yes, I am really the Lycan king. Your grandfather was the king of the mafia, doesn't make him the king of all lycans and wolves. No, I'm not having money problems. There is someone inside my home stealing money from me and my people. Yes, there are rogues that keep coming onto my land trying to kill everyone. If you do not believe me, I will show you where I keep a few rogues for questioning. Maybe you can join me while I do that after dinner.” I could tell she didn't believe me one bit. But that's her. I knew I was telling the truth. She looked at me, then at her parents.

“King Lucas, if you have any files that we can look at, any records where the money is going, I'm sure we can find a loophole to track the money. If the person is sloppy, I'm confident we can uncover it. As for the rogues, I would like to question them after dinner. I have a way to get them to tell the truth.” I was impressed with this guy. He didn't seem like he was power-hungry, and he appeared easygoing and down-to-earth. Maybe we will get along. I do want to see how he gets people to talk.

"Alright, when we finish eating, we will go down to the dungeon. We have a few rogues there who don't like to talk, so we have them hanging upside down to make the blood rush to their heads." He didn't flinch at all when I told him this; he just smiled. Just as we were beginning to talk, the cooks entered the dining hall with our dinner — stuffed baked potatoes and steak. They poured the wine into our glasses.

"Shall we eat?" I picked up my glass, then set it back down. I began to eat, and it took us a few hours to finish as we kept talking and asking questions. Once we were done, I showed them to their rooms. I took my mate up to the top area, showing her the room. She didn't know it was next to mine. She turned to look at me, then asked,

"Why am I on the top floor? I think it's time for you to start spilling the beans. Stop with the horse shit, because I'm not biting if you're fishing." I had no idea what that meant, but my Lycan King did. He burst out laughing when she said this. Before I could even respond, her father walked up and asked,

"Shall we go to this dungeon and see about these rogues?"

"Dad, I want to go. You know how I like asking questions," he smirked at her, and I was confused. How does she like asking questions? This is getting weird, but King did warn me about this, so I dealt with it.

"Alright, let's go. I'm sure everyone is getting their rest now because tomorrow we start the investigation. We took the elevator down to the first floor, then went out the door. We walked for about five minutes until we reached a building. The guards bowed their heads and moved out of the way so I could open the door.

"This is our dungeon. I'm sure you call it a cell, but you will see why we call it a dungeon when we get down there." I just hope they can handle it.

Kayla's Point of View

Throughout dinner, I kept thinking something was up with this guy. My lycan and wolf kept purring like a damn kitten. What in the world was wrong with these two? We were sitting at the table, and that's when I started asking all kinds of questions. But my father told me it was enough, so I stopped. However, this Lycan king guy answered all my questions.

“I thought you were beautiful, so I wanted you to sit beside me. And yes, I am really the Lycan king. Your grandfather being the king of the mafia doesn't make him the king of all lycans and wolves. No, I'm not having money problems. There is someone inside my home stealing money from me and my people. Yes, there are rogues that keep coming onto my land trying to kill everyone. If you do not believe me, I will show you where I keep a few rogues for questioning. Maybe you can join me after dinner.” Was this guy for real? He says I'm beautiful. I was wearing ripped jeans with a button-up shirt with sandals, my hair in a ponytail, and I knew I looked tired. I did not look beautiful at all, but thanks anyway. I think he was full of crap, but hey, that's just me. After dinner, he showed everyone to their rooms. However, he took me to the very top to show me mine. Why am I on the top floor and not my parents? What is this guy trying to pull here? If he thinks for one second I'm going to sleep with him, he has another thing coming. There is no way I'm going to sleep with him. Don't get me wrong; he is very sexy. He has tattoos that go up to his arms, and I could have sworn I saw one on his neck. I had to stop looking at him when my father came up the steps.

He asked if we could go talk to the rogues. I thought they were in a dungeon, so I was waiting to go down a flight of stairs or something. But we didn't. We went out the door and walked toward a building. He said we will see why he calls it a dungeon instead of a cell. So we walked inside. There were only three steps. I could already smell the rogues; they smelled nasty like rotten eggs and rotten milk. They smelled of death and blood. I knew why he calls it a dungeon because it had torture devices all around. He had one guy hanging upside down, he looked like he was knocked out. There were a few locked away in a hanging cage. There was even a mummy-like cage; it looked cool and dangerous. It's the king with spikes. You put the person inside; when you shut the door, the spikes will stab you, and you will die right away. This place was so cool. We walked toward the one that was hanging; he kicked him in the head.

"Hey, it's time to wake up, a**hole," the guy groaned, waking up. His brown eyes opened to look up at us, the guard to our right lowered the chains so the guy fell on the floor. He sat up off the floor.

"You might as well kill me or let me go because I'm not talking; I will never tell you why we come onto your land," Lucas jerked him up, sitting him down on a chair. He cuffed his hands on either side of the chair, then moved a table in front of him.

"So, Isaiah, would you like the honors of asking him questions first?" He smirked at my father and looked at me. As I grabbed a hammer that was to my left, stepping up in front of the rogue, I moved the table out of the way.

"You're probably wondering who we are and why we are here. It's none of your business who we are, but you will know why we are here in just a minute. So tell me, rogue, why are you coming onto this man's land, killing his people? Why are you hurting them? Is someone telling you to do this? Do not smirk at me, rogue; you might not like what I will do." He started laughing at me, thinking I was a weak little girl trying to scare him.

"And why should I tell you? You're just a woman that doesn't know sh*t. You're only good for a few things: sucking d*ck, f*cking, and having babies. You think I'm going to tell you anything." Well, that seriously just pissed me off, so I didn't say anything else. I swung the hammer down on one of his kneecaps; he screamed out in pain. Then, I did the same to the other one; he screamed again, making the cages swing back and forth.

"So, you still think we are only good for a few things. Tell me, why you are coming onto this land, or the hands are next." He laughed again, calling me a b*tch. Well, I knew I was a b*tch, but I can be a bigger one. I swung the hammer down once more, breaking both his hands. I even grabbed his fingers, breaking them one by one. Then I punched him in the nose, breaking it. I kept beating him until he was bloody.

"So you either talk or I'm going to shoot you up with wolfsbane and silver so you can cook inside out." I grabbed a needle from a side table, not knowing what was inside it, but I had it at his neck; he looked terrified.

"Tell me now, or I'm shooting this into your f*cking neck.”