Tasting Drakness

Chapter 55 Kalen POV
I wanted to go to her, but Tobias glared at me from where I sat on the bed. Lycus also stood before me, arms folded over his
chest as we waited for Darius to return. When the door opened, my eyes darted over to it, and Darius stepped into the room. His
aura was burning hot, threatening to set the room alight.
My mouth opened, and I wanted to ask if he hurt her, but I quickly stopped myself with one glare from Lycus. Darius removes his
shirt before undoing his pants and chucking them in the laundry basket by the door.
“Kalen, I can feel your burning curiosity. I didn’t hurt her,” Darius says, not that he sounded happy about it. I knew he had reason
to hate her, but I wanted to understand. She seemed so excited for years when I spoke to her about finding her mates. Then
once she manifested, she ran, and I don’t believe it was only because Darius apparently killed her parents.
If only she knew the army that Darius was building was not to take over the rest of the world but to protect her, maybe she
wouldn’t have run. I wanted to know why she ran. There had to b e another reason. She had to have another reason, but instead
of letting her explain, they wanted revenge for things she was unaware she had done. 2.
Darius placed her tablet down on the bed, and I glared at him. “What the fuck, Darius?” I snarled at him before snatching it off
the bed.
“She can earn it back, along with the rest of her possessions,” he said.
“The rest of her stuff?” I demanded to know, but he clucked his tongue at my outrage, and I saw his eyes flicker. He could be
such a possessive asshole, and I knew half his issue was because he was jealous. I could fucking feel his and Lycus’s jealousy.
However, looking over at Tobias, he was livid. He and Aleera had been getting on well, and with one incident, he was back to
being a prick.
“What, that’s it? You won’t say anything at all?” I asked Tobias, and he sat back in his chair and folded his arms, looking directly
at me. “Darius told the truth; I would know if he lied.”
“His version of the truth. Did you ask her?” Tobias chewed his lip and looked at Darius, who growled, and I felt the pang of hurt
flit through the bond that we wouldn’t believe him. Tobias, also feeling it, looked at me and said. “I trust our mate,” Tobias said,
his faith in Darius was beginning to annoy me.
“Aleera is our mate,” I tell him, and he glares at the burning fire in the fireplace.

“And she tried to run, Kalen,” Lycus said, coming over to me and wrapping his arms around m y waist. I shoved him off, and he
whimpered. “No, let go. I am sick of you all using the bond against me. I am not just some fuck toy, and Aleera is also mine,” I
argued when I was
Champ
suddenly airborne. Darius grabbed me, slammed me down on the bed, and I struggled under his grip; I knew he wouldn’t hurt
me, he never did, but he didn’t like being spoken back to either.
“She isn’t our mate; we are all mates. We don’t need her,” Darius snarled. I glared at him, and h e pressed his weight down on
me. His erection dug into my stomach. He always liked it when w e fought him, always enjoyed forcing us to submit to him. But
not when it came to Aleera. I would fight for her as much as possible anyway; the stupid bond and Darius having complete
control, making us solely dependent on him, made that challenging because none of us were strong enough to fight off his
orders.
“You will stay away; you remain with one of us at all times,” Darius murmured, nipping at my ear, and I groaned and growled,
trying to shove him off.
“Stop, I don’t want to fuck,” I snapped at him, but he ignored me. Instead, he tugs at my belt before wrapping his hand around my
cock and squeezing.
“You don’t want me?” Darius questioned as he flooded the bond with arousal, making my dick harden in his hand. His power
rushed out addictively, forcing me to submit to get a taste of it.
One thing I hated about the bond, the one who handled the power, had all control and half the reason we have the issues we do
with Aleera; I knew that. Darius probably even knew that. Yet a s the fog settled, we all became slaves to the bond, to our
keeper, to Darius. Like pigeons flocking, they were drawn to him and the bed, and, despite hating him at this moment, I rolled
over at his demand. 1
“You won’t disobey me, will you, Kalen? You will stay away from her until I say otherwise?” Darius purred while stroking my
length. I gritted my teeth, trying to fight against his will and the hold he had on me. Yet I would not win against him, and as the
pain of denying the bond grew, I gave in.
“Good boy,” Darius purred before sucking on my neck and making me moan and push back against him.