Lust & Loyalty

Chapter 5 – warning sexually explicit content.

Daedalus had reached home, looked down at his phone, and grunted. What, 17 missed calls from Rosa? What was wrong with her? Why would she make this even more complicated than it needs to be? she knows that Daedalus can't do this. Doesn't she know he has no choice f**k is she doing this to him? Daedalus thought he had already had the worst day of his life. His mind drifted painfully to that day.

He had just finished the gruelling workout channelling all these frustrations out in the intensity of his reps and the weight burden. I tell them his body could do no more. After drinking water, he removed his headphones and heard something. It was a sound of a distant masculine moan. Confused, he went towards the gym door, prying it open only to stop paralysed with a jolt. He saw something that would shock him to his core through the glass door.

It was Primus, leaning back onto a wall, his trousers by his feet, his eyes scrunched closed, and his head pulled back in pleasure. Daedalus couldn't breathe when he noticed, on her knees before his brother was none other than Isabella. She was dutiful s*****g his brother's c**k, hands moving union. He could not see her face, but by the vigour and enthusiasm of her actions, he knew at least a part of her was enjoying toying with the future King in this way. As if things couldn't get worse, his brother opened his eyes and leaned forward, making direct eye contact with Daedalus. Primus smiled and said" Yes baby, you like s*****g my big hard c**k, don't you".

Isabella freed her mouth and said, "you taste so good, my King; your c**k deserves to be worshiped”. She then licked the length of his sh**t before taking his length into her mouth again. "Yes, I love being inside you; you want me to c*m inside you, don't you" muttered Primus through gritted teeth.

Again, Isabella pulled away and said, "fill me up with your royal c*m, baby. “ Daedalus forced himself to turn around and walk away. He didn't need to see anymore. Instead, he grabbed his water bottle, put his earphone back in, and climbed out the gym window. He started running hard, not caring that his muscles had already ached, not watching the tears falling down his face. He ran until the pain in his heart was dulled by the pain in his muscles.

He opened his eyes, was brought back to the present moment, and realized he could survive if he made it through that day. Something in him stirred a different type of hurt, and without meaning to, he dialled his voicemail. Daedalus had been halfway to the house door when Rosa's frantic voice blared through his phone. He slipped down and fell to his knees, unable to breathe. How the f**k can she be hurt? How could this even happen? He just saw her. How the f**k is this going to help? And his heart broke. Instantly he knew why he was feeling more pain. It's the fact she was hurt. That's what he was feeling. Oh God, why! Why! Why?

He heard his brother's car pull up to the driveway, so he composed himself before standing up. "Yo, Daedalus, what are you doing on your knees in the rain? Are you praying for b***s to take me on?” Laughing, Isabella walked up to him and said, "Seriously, you're a mess” and strode past him into the house. Primus loved it. He loved the teasing she did. He loved the way Daedalus hated it. He thought that the perfect f*****g brother of his needed to be put in his place, and Primus felt t was his right to keep him down. That way, Daedalus could never challenge him to be King.

Sitting at the dinner table, barely able to focus on what he was eating, Daedalus kept his head down, ignoring the conversations around him. He's doing the right thing, he thought to himself. This is his responsibility, being here doing what he needs to do—supporting his family and showing up whenever they need him. He looked up and saw Isabella tastelessly flirting with his brother while taking praise for making money on a deal that Daedalus had done from beginning to end. His dad showered praises and lovingly looked at Primus. The King seemed utterly oblivious that Daedalus was even in the room. His father never spent any real time with him other than to remind him of the role he was to play. He could hear his father's voice echoing, “You are to marry Rosa, expand the family empire, and serve your brother in any way he needs. These are the reason you exist; nothing else is important. Not seeking your fame or fortune nor… seeking a true mate or anything. These points are your only purpose and the reason for your existence. You have no idea of the importance of this. Do not fail me, Daedalus, or destroy this family with your actions. “

Daedalus shook his head and focused on the present. He saw his brother's stuffing his mouth as he laughed and shrugged off the King's words. "It's just another day at work,” said Primus, mouth full of food. Daedalus watched Isabella playfully move her hand towards his brother's c**k. They both laughed and enjoyed each other's company. That's just great, he thought to himself. Do you even realize I'm sitting at this table? He tried to take a bite of food, but the food tasted like ash to him. He knew why. He knew that with his mate hurt and in danger, nothing would be ok until she was safe.

Although he told all his life that he wasn’t to seek to find a proper mate but marry as expected, Daedalus still did his best to learn about true mates. He knows once true mates meet, and they can never honestly ignore each other's presence. It didn’t matter if he was 5 meters or 5000 miles; he would always be sensitive to his mates' physical and emotional well-being. He will also crave her company and body with every breath he takes. But he know he wasn’t meant to care or act in these feelings. His father had been clear having a mate wasn’t in Daedalus’s future; he was told to marry as expected. He clenched his teeth as he felt a wave of pain and dizziness hit him. It must be her. She must be badly hurt. Trying to ignore it, he reached for his fork only to notice his hand trembling. He knew what this meant and he wouldn’t be able to do anything as his mate struggled in pain somewhere out there.

He thought if I could get her out of the danger zone. Maybe if I see her in the hospital, I don't need to speak to her. I can hang around long enough to help her heal. Then I won't have this pain. I won't have this problem and can move on with life. Maybe I can work in one of the more international factories of the family business, entirely away from her, knowing she's safe.

He looked up to the family to excuse himself when he realized his father had already left. His brother and Isabella were kissing with what looked like an unnecessary amount of tongue. He got up and walked straight to his car. He told himself, I'm not getting involved; I'm just checking in, just there long enough to make sure she heals. Without realizing it, he had broken all the speed limits and run through every red light to reach the hospital in minutes. He didn't care because he was there to ensure she didn't die. Everything else wasn't necessary.

He wasn't rushing to her because he was being compelled to. At least, that's what he kept telling himself. He didn't even need to ask what room she was in, and he followed her delicious scent outside a room. He noticed Rosa was frantically on the phone trying to sort out something with the doctors, and he could hear her say something like "orthopaedic… bone alignment… permanent. “

He felt panic pushing him forward, and then his head turned, and he saw her. His heart skipped a beat, and the next thing he knew, he was standing at her bedside. Tears filled his eyes. He had finally allowed himself to look at her, and she took his breath his way.