"Hah?" Bryce furrowed his brows. "Why would we—"
"Yes!" King pushed him back, emitting a desperate chuckle.
"We apologize, so very greatly. Now, how about we all just leave, and let everyone go back to their business and have their fun?" King's speech became less controlled, and he crept back bit by bit, dragging his monkeyish cousin, who was still throwing daggers with the redhead, and badly wishing that the werewolves would get lost already.
The man's gaze darted down on him, noticing.
King gulped. "That's a great idea, don't you think so?"
It only made the latter scowl.
"Well, It was all nice meeting you, sirs. Buh-bye." King swiftly turned around, only taking a couple of steps when a tight grip curled around his arm.
"Where are you going? We're not yet done, kid," Kain huffed.
King bit back his lips from crisply dropping the f word, mentally chanting warding off spells. He was good at brawling, but the guy in front of him looked like freaking Greek demigod, Hercules. Not to mention, he looked older and more packed with beef. Face basher, he remembered Stan's advice convincingly. If it ever comes to a fight, oh, he could probably kiss his face goodbye, which King was confident that wouldn't happen. Not in here, though.
Another hand wrapped just relatively besides Kain's grip on King's wrist. Their grip felt like how a blood pressure monitor's cuff would squeeze when it reaches point 180, except it was stuck at that point, and he felt like his hand was being squeezed off.
"Kain, let's not scare the youngsters, shall we?" Yusef told his brother.
King frowned at them, feeling uncomfortable when his hand felt like going numb. He tried to budge his hand off of their double-grip, but it wouldn't. The two alphas' heads darted to his direction, staring with predatory eyes when they noticed his need to escape.
King pursed his lips. "You can let go now—"
"Hi," Yusef beamed, knocking off Kain's grip, much to the other guy's annoyance and irritation, and piloting King's hand for a shake.
"Um... hi?" King forced out. Was he supposed to say hi in this situation, he asked himself as he threw an unbelieving gaze at the man.
"Nice to meet you." the other added, flashing a charming princely smile on him.
King forced out a desperate laugh. "You know, I'd really like to say the same. But it's kinda hard when you tried to... chase us before," he drew out gently, barely coating his tone of mockery, but he managed.
"Oh," Yusef exclaimed, his eyes rounding. "I'm sorry about what happened before. We just wanted to say hi."
Bullshit! King mentally screeched. Though, the words that left his lips afterward were the opposite:
"That's cool." A forced laugh rolled out of his stiffening mouth. "Can I, uh, ask you a question, sir?."
"Hmm?" the man's dark blue eyes never left his.
"Can I have my hand back now?"
"Sure." Yusef brushed his fingertips against the back of King's hand before letting go.
A chill ran down on the latter's spine, and he immediately withdrew his hand back on his side. King knitted his brows together, watching the man's face that somehow drew from an ethereal smile to a demonic grin. King mentally withheld himself from running away.
The man's charming smile drew back. He turned his head towards Bryce and smiled.
"Nice to meet you too. I'm Yusef."
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The Kitty Cat's Mates (ManxMen)
WerewolfKing Stefan, a spicy trouble-magnet werecat, ends up getting into the messiest trouble he had ever had in his life after having to go back to his hometown - getting imprinted by three werewolves. Now when hostile antagonists began to show up, the we...
