Captive Mate BL Chapter 333: - - 333-

"You really overestimate my capabilities, Mafia King Asher," Lake said lightly, "I don’t think I could convince Davian to do anything."

But even as he said that, it was clear that he didn’t believe his own words.

"Right," Asher said flatly clearly not believing him either.

"Asher," Caspian barged into their conversation, "Can I sign up for a cooking class?" He asked with doe eyes.

"You say that like I can stop you," Asher muttered, pushing a hand through his hair.

Caspian bead and darted back to Davian’s side, "You said that you’re going to a class this evening? Can I co along?"

Lake didn’t even mind that his friend had ditched him to talk about cooking with Davian, it was sothing they both loved to do, and it was comforting to watch them.

"I didn’t make you breakfast," Davian said flatly as he served up the al, pointing at Asher with a serving spoon.

"I’d be more worried if you did," Asher tossed back without blinking an eye, rising to his feet. "Have you got sothing to drink around here?" He asked instead, going snooping through the cabinets.

"Yeah, hot chocolate," The dark-haired Alpha said bluntly, putting out a plate for Asher despite his previous words. "Sit your ass back down, there’s no alcohol."

Even if there was, he wasn’t going to let the Alpha have that for breakfast, not when he was trying to get on his good side.

Asher paused, eyeing Davian up skeptically. He wasn’t necessarily on bad terms with the other Mafia King but they weren’t exactly chummy with each other either.

And maybe it was because he was now mated but he didn’t mind this change, taking the seat offered.

While they had breakfast, Caspian easily carried the conversation, having so much to say about cooking.

When breakfast was over, Davian turned down everyone’s help to clean up after.

Lake who had been expecting this just took his friend’s hand, so they could go have a conversation in private, leaving both Mafia Kings together in the kitchen.

"I finally got to asking Asher about the engagent party," Caspian said energetically, getting comfortable on Lake’s bed.

Lake gave him his full attention, Caspian wore a soft pink thin sweater that looked like it was made out of clouds, and delicate white shorts that had bows on them.

It made him want to give the beautiful Oga the hair band on his hair even more, it would suit him better.

"We were also able to make concrete plans... The engagent party will co after the wedding. Odd, I know," He answered Lake’s question before he could ask.

"I wouldn’t call it odd," Lake chuckled, "You’re already mated after all."

Caspian colored up but he kept talking, "We’re getting married this week," He divulged, reaching out to grab a pillow for moral support.

"Asher doesn’t want to wait any longer, and it’s going to be a small affair. We’ll just go to the courthouse, sign the papers, and be done with it."

Lake could see the vision, he understood now why the engagent party was coming after the wedding.

"That sounds really nice, congratulations," He said genuinely, snorting when Caspian ducked behind the pillow he held. "So when do you want the engagent party to be held?"

Caspian popped back out from behind the pillow, "Is a month enough to prepare?"

Lake thought about it, it would be enough with how wealthy Caspian’s mate was. "It should be. We’ve got a lot to do though, we need to decide on the the, choose the venue, make a guest list..."

He sounded just as excited as Caspian got when the other Oga spoke about cooking.

"Are you sure you’ll be able to handle all of the planning?" Caspian asked with concern.

For the first ti Lake hesitated, and it wasn’t because he was pregnant.

He simply didn’t have all the connections an established wedding planning company would, which would make preparations twice as hard. And in addition to that, he would also need to run the Black Mafia House.

Caspian pushed gently at Lake’s hesitation, "I’d honestly prefer to have you make the decisions with ."

Lake knew when to concede defeat, besides this way, it would be ensured that Caspian would get the best services money could buy, and everything would be set and perfect in ti for the engagent.

"Then I’ll do that," He moved closer to join Caspian on the bed, taking off his hairband.

"You really don’t have to give it to ," Caspian was already declining when he was offered the pretty hairband again.

Lake just got to his feet, "Good thing you’re here, co see." He invited his friend over.

Caspian got off the bed with a curious expression, still holding onto the gold pillow. "Are... Are those hair bands?" He stamred in disbelief.

"They are," Lake stood off to the side so that Caspian could better see them. "Davian got them because I said I needed to keep my hair out of my eyes."

Caspian turned to give his friend a knowing look, he didn’t bring up Lake’s relationship with Davian because he knew the circumstances around what brought them together, but he could exactly ignore this.

"Davian got them?" He repeated, blue eyes sparkling.

Lake avoided his friend’s searching eyes, "Yes, so you can take this one, I’ve got so many."

Caspian didn’t push, Davian seed to genuinely care for Lake. It would be really nice if they both ended up together, especially for the baby.

"Thank you," He took the offered hair accessory, going over to Lake’s dresser to try it on. "By the way, how did the festival go?"

Caspian’s question reminded Lake of just how much of a ss the festival had been. It had so good parts but it also had a lot of hair-raising parts.

"It was fine but I bumped into an heiress who said she was looking for Davian," He self-reported.

Caspian’s brow furrowed, the circumstances sounded familiar. "Is her na by any chance, Bella Blackburn?"