Captive Mate BL-Chapter 503: + - +

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Rosie hoped that Jael had forgotten his ’generous’ offer to take her along for a ride, but she knew better than that, if Jael didn’t show up it meant that the other was likely dead, that was the only reason he would miss out on the chance to taunt her.

So she wasn’t too surprised when she peeked out of her window for the third time and saw him pulling into her driveway. Despite her obvious aversion to his presence, she had already been dressed and peeking out of the window for the past few minutes.

Rosie didn’t wait for Jael to come up, marching right out the door. She was in another pair of lowrise jeans, with a leather jacket slung over a shoulder because it was likely to get colder.

"I hope you haven’t eaten," She spoke as she made her way down the stairs, walking up to Jael who leaned against the car when he saw her approaching.

The Beta was dressed how he always was, it almost made Rosie want to suggest they stop by a store to get him some casual clothes. "...because I haven’t," She continued.

Jael didn’t see through her scheme, agreeing amicably. "Caspian wouldn’t let me out of the house without eating but sure we could get you something to eat."

Rosie got in the car, her gun sitting pretty in her bag. "We’re just driving around, right?"

"Pretty much," He backed out of the driveway, swerving into the road. "Where do you want to eat?"

Rosie just picked a nearby restaurant she often got takeouts from, sitting at a round table that only seated two.

"I’ll pass on eating, just ate before I came." Jael leaned back in his seat, his gun holsters were empty, left behind in the car.

"Not a chance," Rosie countered calmly, peering through the menu. "I don’t care if you just get a drink or a slice of cake, something to keep your grubby hands out of my food."

Jael’s laughter was muted, he hadn’t even been thinking about doing that, so he easily agreed. "Sure, I’ll get a slice of cake."

They made their orders, and since Jael’s order was simply a slice of cake, he got it before Rosie’s food was done being prepared.

He glanced down at the slice of strawberry cake, he could tell Caspian about this slice of cake, and knowing the other Omega, cakes would be a frequent addition to the meals at home.

He picked up a fork and reached out to try a bite only to freeze from a telltale pressure on his knees. Jael glanced up at Rosie, his fork in the cake.

Rosie had a straight face on, a casual smile gracing her face while she had her gun pressed up against his knee. "Hand it over."

Jael’s expression didn’t change, realizing why Rosie had insisted he got something. He pushed over the slice of cake, he kept underestimating Rosie and that was why she would keep having the upper hand.

Their waiter came back with Rosie’s food then, pausing at the sight of her digging into the cake meant for Jael.

"Did you not like the cake?" The waiter addressed Jael as he placed the tray of food down, "I can have it replaced."

Jael cleared his throat, feeling the barrel of a gun press against his knee. "No, it’s just fine. I’ll just have another slice of cake."

This time, Rosie let him have his cake, the two of them making their way out an hour later.

"Do we really need to drive around?" Rosie muttered as she did up her seat belt, "We could just go back to my place and watch a movie."

"Next time," Jael agreed easily but it felt ominous to Rosie.

She gave him a look, "I take that back," She was quick to go back on her words, tucking her hair out of her face.

As they went past Central Area, Jael rolled down the windows, cool air blowing in. It smelled like rain and wet leaves, and Rosie would never admit it but it was a pretty relaxing ride.

Even downtown seemed pretty quiet, maybe because it was a Sunday, occasionally they drove past a rowdy bar and dangerous looking men huddled in empty parking lots but it was still pretty peaceful.

Jael reflexively followed the usual route he did when he was heading to the burnt down church, slowing down as it came up.

It was a hulking building, the windows where stained glass used to be were empty, the walls black with soot, so it easily caught Rosie’s attention. "Do you need to do something in there?"

Jael came to a stop, an inscrutable expression on his face, "I’m not sure."

Rosie was already halfway out the car, "Let’s go inside," She suggested forwardly much to Jael surprise.

He figured that she wouldn’t be too eager to go into a place that looked like a place organs got harvested, going after her without much thought.

"I need you to do everything you have to so you can take me back home," Rosie scowled as they walked up the charred steps, wearing her leather. "My hot bath is waiting for me at home."

Jael’s expression softened into a faint smile, of course, Rosie couldn’t read his mind. She wouldn’t know the importance of the burned church unless he told her.

They were only a few steps in when they came across another visitor also touring the church.

Rosie froze, her blood running cold. She had never seen the Alpha before but the mere sight of him made her want to duck behind Jael. She clutched her bag close, ready to pull out her gun at a moment’s notice even though her hands were trembling badly.

Jael wasn’t as cautious, he palmed his gun, brows furrowed as he studied the stranger standing in front of them.

He was in a tailored dress shirt and pants, a form-fitting waist-coat over it. Despite his formal mode of dressing, it took nothing from the danger he exuded.

Fingerless feather gloves adorned his hands, black hair cut short. He studied them with a faint smile that was nothing short of mocking, unfazed by their sudden appearance.

"I didn’t know this abandoned church was such a hotspot, or is it? Jael?" The Alpha broke the silence.