Deprived

Chapter 42 - Truce

The mood in the room was extremely tense, even though Jesse had calmed down and soothed the Leshen pair to the best of his abilities.

Whatever they may be. It was unheard of that an outside force could sooth a Leshen. The only known way a Leshen relaxed, was after it brutally massacred its targets.

Everyone present besides Jesse, had seen the Leshen's handiwork. They knew exactly what these monstrous guardians were capable off.

And all of them had to acknowledge that the Leshens far outmatched them. These mythical beings were so powerful that they could wipe out the entire security team without breaking a sweat.

Even if their troops were tenfold of what they were now, none of them would live through a Leshen's Rage.

Plans were slowly being made, corrected and eventually presented to the Leshens for approval. Guard patrols pointed out, people of interest, possible forming mating bonds to look out for.

After all, nobody wanted to put neither of the Second Chance Mates through what Xavier and Jesse had gone through. The Leshens seemed to show at least some remorse when they learned of how their actions had affected Jesse.

"We will not be so...hasty next time." The female reassured while the male grunted out a huff, shaking his massive head as she finished, "We shall make sure to probe the mind of the Protected to make sure no force or untoward actions have happened."

Jesse blinked, reaching up to slightly scratch at the male Leshen's chin, who crooned and relaxed from its more aggressive stance.

Xavier on the other hand nodded respectfully, sighing softly. "I appreciate it. We should've warned you of our developing bond but to be fair, I didn't want to make any assumptions on Jesse's end. Nor did I want to treat him like property by asking someone else's permission first before I fed from him."

Both Leshens snorted in agreement, even if the male seemed more annoyed by the very thought of anyone's fangs getting near one of their charges.

Jesse's fingers easily found the right spot, gently scratching over its bone jawline. He didn't even realize it himself but the mere fact that he was capable of turning the more aggressive Leshen of the pair into putty with a mere touch, was quite intimidating to the rest of the crew.

To think that something as murderous, blood thirsty and calculated as a Leshen, could purr and behave like a content kitten...

Everyone knew the Leshens to be extremely calculative and vindictive. They held a grudge for lifetimes to the point where they could wait until their quarry forgot they were being hunted.

And then struck without remorse.

The entire room observed Jesse with an entirely new look, knowing that of all the Deprived, the Leshen would react the most to anything happening to him.

They were extremely lucky that Jesse was able to persuade and soothe the Leshens. Because all of them had seen the trees with their gruesome prize displayed for the world to see.

What would happen to those who unleashed the Leshen's Rage.

"A fair warning though." The female Leshen's voice pierced through the silence, drawing attention to her as her sharp, bone fingers tapped an eerie rhythm on the table. "If we find any evidence of ongoing abuse between one of our charges and one of this compound, we will not hesitate."

Her mate grunted in agreement, a fine string of saliva expanded before it snapped as he released a deep, unsettling sound. "And we will make an example out of whoever it is." A deep hum along with the unsettling groaning of wood filled the following silence.