<h4>Chapter 209: What The Fuck Is Going On, Kaito?</h4>


    After her bath, Ang stood in front of the mirror, waiting for him to help her dress. Kaito rose from the couch and walked to where she was, his eyes roaming over her body in a way that sent cold shivers down her spine. She forced herself to stay calm. This was not the moment for lust, at least not for her.


    But Kaito did not stop himself. His hand slipped around her waist, pulling her against him. She gasped when his warm breath brushed her neck, and her heart raced as his lips drew closer to her ear, his tongue teasing it in a way that made her body tremble.


    Ang closed her eyes and held his hand, torn between stopping him and giving in. She loved the way he touched her, the way he made her feel things she had never thought she could. A secret part of her wanted to turn, to kiss him and beg him to take her right there. But deep inside she knew she could not. She opened her eyes and met his gaze in the mirror. The sight almost broke her resolve. He looked so tempting in his ck vest, muscles hard and perfect, making him even more dangerous and attractive.


    She bit her lower lip, cursing the goddess for giving her more than one mate, each of them handsome, powerful, and impossible to resist. They all knew how to make her smile, how to annoy her, and how to stir feelings inside her that she was not ready for.


    "Baby," Kaito moaned softly, his hand slipping lower between her thighs. Her body stiffened, and she swallowed hard, knowing what he wanted.


    "No, don’t even think of it," Ang whispered, pushing him away gently. His face fell and she smiled, trying to ease the moment. "You promised to help me dress, not to leave me undone."


    "How about I do both?" Kaito teased as he leaned closer, his eyes dark and yful. "What if I give you a back shot first, then dress you up after?"


    Angughed and shook her head. "No. Get my clothes. They’re still on the bed."


    Kaito sighed but obeyed. He picked her shirt from the bed and helped her put it on. Then he brought her trousers, kneeling in front of her to zip them. Ang looked down at him, her mind filling with thoughts she tried to push away. Tonight was about Taros, not Kaito, and not Renn. She needed to focus.


    But Hiro’s words from earlier returned to her mind, stabbing her heart with pain. She tried to hide it, but the ache showed in her eyes.


    "What are you thinking?" Kaito asked as he fastened her buttons. He kissed her abdomen before standing, his eyes searching her face. He saw the sadness she could not hide. "Did I do something wrong?"


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    "No, not you," Ang said, shrugging as she forced a small smile. She didn’t want him to worry.


    "Who is it? Tell me and see what I will do," Kaito pressed, his face darkened with concern, but she shook her head.


    "I don’t want you to go after him. I can handle it," Ang said quietly. "Hiro refused toplete the bond. He doesn’t want to im me. I should feel relieved that I don’t have to deal with the drama, but instead my heart aches. It feels like a part of me has been cut off and I don’t know how to fix it, yet I need it back."


    Her words broke him inside. He could see the pain in her eyes and it tore at him. Hiro had no idea what he was doing to her. Kaito never wanted to interfere in what belonged to another, but this was Ang, and her pain was his too. "Things have always been difficult for him," he said, his voice low but steady. "Hiro reacts differently from the rest of us. You know his story. Give him time, Ang. He wille around."


    "I don’t expect you all to be the same," she replied, her voice trembling. "But we don’t have much time. He needs toplete the bond."


    "Why do you keep saying we don’t have time left?" Kaito asked, worry shing in his eyes.


    Ang only shrugged, her lips quivering as she spoke. "I keep feeling like something bad ising, and if it does, it will be toote. It is better if the bond isplete before that happens."


    "Hey, look at me," Kaito said gently, lifting her chin with his fingers until her eyes met his. His gaze was steady, fierce, unshaken. "Nothing will happen to you as long as I am here. Do you hear me?"


    She nodded, the tension easing as he held her like that. In his presence she always felt safe, always protected. He had stood for her countless times and never once failed her


    "Come on, take your jacket," he said as he picked it up and handed it to her. It was long enough to hide her shapepletely.


    "Taros has not called yet. That means he is not here," Ang muttered.


    "Actually, I am dropping you off at the venue."


    "Why?" she asked, her brows pulling together.


    "Because I asked for it. I don’t want you out of my sight, but I have no choice. This is the little I can do to keep myself at peace, knowing you are fine," Kaito said. He picked her phone from the bed and handed it over to her. "Are we doing makeup?"


    "Hell no," Ang replied as she walked to the wardrobe. Shebed her hair quickly and was ready to go when she turned and saw him. He had already changed into a shirt, car keys in hand. Something about him tonight was different. "Are you taking me?"


    "Yes. I will take you to the venue and hang around town until you are done," Kaito told her, pulling a face cap over his head. "I won’t be in sight, but if anything goes wrong, call me immediately if Taros can’t handle."


    Ang froze, her heart beating faster. The way he spoke unsettled her. His words were too careful, too heavy, like he was hiding something. Fear crept into her chest, and she looked at him with wide eyes. Her voice was sharp, her face serious.


    "What the fuck is going on, Kaito?"