The Lycan Prince's obsession

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Have you ever been so perplexed by a situation that you struggle to breathe ? So blissfully confused and terrified at the same time that your heart pitter patters against your chest so hard that you feel like throwing up ? That's how I feel right now . At this moment , I want to run to the bathroom . My face pales as I stare up at him with wide eyes, the tips of my fingers numb and my mouth dry. "W-what ?" I stutter , trying to swallow the lump forming in my throat . I feel exposed , completely and utterly vulnerable . Not even Kai knows me. He knew me seven years ago, when we were friends, but now ? He doesn't know me . Yet the way Jasper stares down at me, causes an unnerving feeling to wrap around my soul , as if he meant what he says . He knows me .

Jasper pushes a hand into his pocket and rolls his shoulders . "You were friends when you were younger , no ?" He tilts his head to the side, eyes gleaming with dark amusement and I suck in a breath . My fingers curl into fists and a wave of embarrassment washes over me . I'm being paranoid. I clear my throat and lift my chin . "Yes, we were." I murmur . I'm not sure if Kai considered me as a friend , but , to me , he was my best friend . He was my favorite friend . Jasper's head falls into a slight nod , and he hums, continuing down the hall . I follow close behind , glaring down at the ground.

"He has mentioned you a lot ," He drawls out, taking a sharp left and I nearly topple into the wall from the sudden movement . He did ? "Not that much , but he has , enough for me to remember your name ." He clarifies , and I feel uneasy about that , yet my heart drums in my chest . Jasper leads me toward a wide opening and I pad after him , feeling ridiculous . He steps forward , roaming further into the kitchen , and I stand frozen at the entrance . The kitchen is beautiful , everything in this estate seems to be . Jasper walks over to the huge fridge and I just silently watching him . I shift , glancing down, fidgeting with my fingers . "Sit down ." Jasper's voice flows through the quiet space and I glance up , watching him rummage through the fridge and my eyebrows draw together. I press my lips into a thin line and walk toward the kitchen island, hesitantly sliding onto the cold chair . I feel so out of place, my emotions running wild .

Crossing my arms over my chest , I chew on my bottom lip . Questions flow through my mind , all revolving around Kai . I want to know more about him , his personality , his character , I want to know more about him . Only because he kidnapped me -- I have to keep reminding myself of that. Know your enemy, right ? "How long have you been friends with Kai ?" I opt for a calm approach , figuring he'd be more likely to share information if it seems like friendly curiosity. Jasper places eggs down on the counter , flipping a pan in his hands . "Since I was seven, so that's..." He trails off , tilting his head to the side as he places the pan down on the stove . "Fourteen years ." He hums and my eyebrows raise , surprised by his words . When I first met Kai at the age of ten , he seemed like a lonely kid , it didn't look like he had friends .

This is good . It means he has all the information I need . I go to fire my next question , but Jasper spins around so abruptly that my mouth clamps shut . He leans back against the counter, watching me carefully . "You and Kai ?" There's a glint in his brown hues , one I can't fully decipher . My mind runs wild , but I try and stay calm , swallowing hard . "We were friends for three years ." I shrug . Three years of bliss . However , the feeble friendship doesn't even compare to the friendship he has with Jasper . I still don't know why we fully stopped being friends , but I'm guessing it has to do with his father and mine having had conflict . "You never saw him again ?" Jasper raises a brow , pushing a hand into his pocket, rolling a spatula in his other hand. "No, I never saw him after that ." I furrow my eyebrows , rubbing the material of the hoodie between my thumb and forefinger .

"You say Kai mentioned me a lot ," I slant my head to the side slightly , a few of my dark strands falling over my face . "Kai never mentioned you ." Kai never mentioned anyone . Jasper's lips tilt up into a soft smirk, shaking his head lightly and turns back around, his shoulders rising as he inhales a deep breath . "Kai has always been a private person, he doesn't share anything ," He shrugs his shoulders, reaching for an egg and cracks it open , the pan sizzling as he pours the yolk into the pan . "So , I'm not surprised ." He doesn't take the bait. I clench my jaw, averting my eyes toward the window above the kitchen sink , my eyes roaming over the misty, sullen mountains afar . "Why is that ?" I mumble . My eyes pivoting back to Jasper . I need answers , not vague responses .

There's a long pause , the room eerily silent , and I hold my breath . "He's the Lycan Prince , it's a given ." Jasper responds slowly , his tone indicating that he's not giving me the full truth . I know that Kai has a private personality, that is very obvious -- him not wanting to share details about his life . I mean , he's the prince , he's royalty . He needs to keep things to himself because sharing could lead to someone exposing the things. I want to know, though. "Has he always been so closed-off ?" I tread lightly with my words, not wanting to raise any suspicion . It's a struggle not being able to see Jasper's face , because I can't see his reaction to my questions , can't see if he finds any of my questions as off .

When my father was Alpha , he'd interrogate pack members that raised suspicion — especially the fellow pack members who turned to crime , all trivial , mostly petty crimes like men who stole bread from shops , or kids who threw rocks at windows , ultimately breaking the window . He'd always call them into the pack house and interrogate them , solving the problem to prevent chaos from breaking out . One time though , one of the members committed a serious crime , it was a momentous crime , one involving death and betrayal . My father thought of it significant for me to listen in to the case . He was a brutal man, so was his questions and actions . I had recurring nightmares for months on end . Though the one thing I gathered from the experience , was that body language and facial expression are crucial in situations when gathering information .

So, if he could just look at me . "Why are you so interested in knowing ?" His tone is still light , not conveying any emotion . I gulp , shifting in my seat . My answer would likely determine whether he's going to answer my question or not , or any other questions I have for that matter . I lean toward playing coy . "I'm bored, is there a reason why you can't tell me ?" I lean forward slightly, watching his form closely and instead of picking my façade apart, a light chuckle trembles through him . He pulls the pan from the stove, flipping some bacon in the other and grabs white polished plates from a cupboard, looking back over at me . "You know he has a home gym here, right ?" He raises a brow . Though this irks me , I take note of the information . "He also has a library, game room and in door pool ," He tuts , raising his hand and sifts his fingers through his blond wavy hair .

"There's a lot you can do if you're bored ." He doesn't want to answer my questions , though I can't figure out if it's because he's wary of me or if it's because he's scared of what Kai would do if he found out. I'm guessing it's the latter . Still , I shrug . "I don't gym." Lie . I used to work out every single day in my pack , I always fancied jogging — it helped clear my mind and released some frustrations. "I don't read books ," Lie . I have— had a whole room dedicated to all my books, similar to a small library . I read books constantly, which angered my father, but it helped me escape reality . It was a way for me to fall into a world where I could choose how to live, live through the characters. "And I don't swim, I don't even know how to." Another lie . One I don't mind telling. In our pack land, we had rivers and lakes . We'd often spend hours on end there .

The room falls silent and the atmosphere shifts, laying heavy on my chest . "You're a bad liar , Skye ." The hoarse voice flows through from behind me, my spine going rigid and goosebumps lather my skin . Kai. The whole room falls into an eerie silence, my breath hitching in my throat . "You do indeed gym , you have since you were fourteen ," His tone is teasing , and I don't know what to be more shocked about — him knowing I'm lying, or him knowing the exact age I started to train. I don't dwell on it , keeping my eyes on the sink . I feel his presence loom behind me , cold sweat breaking out on my skin . "You love reading , which is quite obvious , seeing as you visited the bookstore every third day ." He drawls out, the mere sound of his voice sending my mind into a tumbling mess . How does he know that ?

I can feel him behind me, noticing that Jasper has turned around , his attention fully on the bacon, and when I feel Kai's body lean forward, closer to mine , his chest brushing against my head, a shudder wracks through my entire body. His mouth rests at the shell of my ear, his breath falling over my skin . My thighs clenching . "Especially those erotic books you read every night ." Kai whispers , as if not wanting Jasper to hear , sin weaved into each syllable he pushes out and my mouth falls agape , the sensation of him being so close to me along with his words overwhelming . As swiftly as he came , he steps away, coldness creeping over my skin . "And as for swimming ?" He rounds the island, standing directly opposite me and my eyes flutter up to his, mine wide and cautious as he lazily studies me, his eyes flowing over my heated cheeks and neck . "You most certainly can swim , Skye ." The way he's picking my lies apart baffles me, the striking blue of his eyes mischievous and forbidden. How does he know all these things ? How could he possibly know this ? Did someone give him all of this information ? Maybe he forced Sage to tell him these things .

Not even Sage knows most of these things , though . I'm utterly confused , my eyebrows drawn together as I try to run through my thoughts . How the hell does he know all these things about me ? My fingers tremble as I try and swallow the lump in my throat, my mind screaming at me to run. But , I won't, I won't run away from Kai Sinclair. "If you wanted to know things about me , all you had to do was ask , Piccolo lupo ."