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Caspian's POV
"I fucking refuse." Drax and Arion yells at the exact same time. If I was any other situation, I would've laughed at how similar the two were. Except I was in this. 
Knox had just announced that we had to work with Team B to take down the evil witches up North. Let's be honest here, Team A and Team B DO NOT go well together. Combine the two and it spells DISASTER. 
Take what happened just now for instance. 
"You have no choice. It was an order given by the higher ups." Orson presses.
Ah, yes. The higher ups. The people who were all talk, no action. We've only ever seen them on screen but never in person. Except for our captain, Knox. The higher ups consists of the oldest generation. The first ever people who were "different", who had superpowers. How they came here, we have no idea. 
"Fuck the higher ups! I can't even stand breathing the same air as this imbecile. I can't be out there with him." Arion complains as he points at Dexter, who rolls his eyes. As much as he hates Arion, he agrees with that he had said. 
"It's an order." Knox booms, shutting Arion up immediately. He sinks into his seat, defeated. 
Once Knox made sure that everyone had kept their mouth shut and ears open, he continues sharing about the mission brief.
"We set off tomorrow. Team A will be settling in at Camp A, Team B at Camp B in the Northern regions. The witches have a camp up further North where they have taken thousands of humans captive. Our job? To take down the witches, and bring the humans back. ALIVE." He makes sure to emphasise on "alive" as he stares at Arion who looks away in shame. 
"That's it?" Dexter shrugs, "that's easy. Why'd they need both our teams?"
Orson raises his brows. "Knox forgot to state. We're going against at least a few hundred witches. They vary in rank, but our goal is to take down their leader, who, by the way, is probably 10 times more powerful than you are." 
Dexter scoffs, mumbling something incoherent under his breath. 
"Go back to your quarters and rest up. We've got a long day tomorrow." Knox dismisses. 
Team B scurries away as the rest of us stays put. I  swear I caught Dexter smirking down at me but I chose to ignore it. 
Once Orson made sure Team B was gone, he turns to the two troublemakers. "Can't the both of you just behave for once." 
Drax stares at him, bewildered. "Bro, did you hear what he called Caspian?"
Orson sighs as he rubs his temples. I could tell he was annoyed. "Yes, still. Do you remember how long Knox and I had to convince the higher ups to keep you and Arion out of confinement?" 
Confinement was basically jail in human terms. You get chained up in power-sealing chains that stop you from using your abilities. You get stuck down there with minimal food and water, zero entertainment and zero company. Confinement rooms were stinky, small, dark and musty. 
Arion and Drax lets out an annoyed "ugh". 
Knox diverts his attention to me. He motions for me to come closer and pats his lap. I grinned as I climb out of my seat and into his arms. He buries his face into my neck and lets out a tired sigh. 
"This shit is fucking tiring." He groans. 
"Why do you always get Caspian's attention. So fucking unfair." Arion whines. 
I roll my eyes. "Maybe if you stop feeling up my ass and touching me everywhere, I'd sit on your lap too." 
Knox lifts his head up from my neck and shoots him a victorious smirk. 
"Complaining as if you don't enjoy your ass getting kneaded by me." Arion shoots back. 
I felt my face flush as I struggle to find the words to retort. I resorted to a short and sweet, "no." Except it lacked conviction and just made the stupid shifter laugh. 
Knox's fingers had found its way into my hair. "Your hair's gotten longer." 
I nod, "Auntie Jezz gave me a wolf cut, she said it'll suit me." 
"It does. How pretty. My pretty little healer." Knox coos as he continues playing with my hair. I simply melt into his arms. 
How this intimidating man was such a teddy bear around me still amazes me. Not that I was complaining though. 
I squeal as the burly man picks me up and instinctively wrap my legs around him. Knox gives me a reassuring smile as we walk out of the meeting room, the other three following behind. Drax and Arion arguing and Orson trying to stop them. The usual. 
Knox carried me all the way back to our living quarters, where he laid down on the sofa and pulled me on top. 
He gently presses kisses all over my face, which earned him a little giggle. 
"How pretty," he compliments again. "Have you eaten yet, pretty boy? Or did you skip breakfast again." 
I let out a sheepish grin, "I skipped it. Arion and Drax couldn't keep their hands off me the whole morning." 
"I'm working on lunch!" Orson yells from the kitchen, as if he hears our conversation. 
"Fuck yes! More meat!" Arion yells from his room. 
"Understandable. You're too pretty for your own good." Knox coos as he brushes my hair away from my face. He tucks the loose strands behind my ears as he stares into my green eyes. 
I stare back into his onyx ones as I blush, again. "You keep calling me pretty." 
He presses a kiss to my nose, then my cheeks, then my forehead. "You are. My pretty boy. The prettiest. The two dickheads had you all morning, I'm gonna claim you for the rest of the day." 
I nod as I sink deeper into his embrace. He rubs one hand against my back while to other slides further down my waist. 
I shiver as he kneads a sensitive spot on my lower back. "That tickles." I whisper. 
"It does, huh?" Knox chuckles as continues kneading the same spot. 
I gave him a small pout. All it takes for him to move his hands back up to my back and smile. "Okay, okay. It's back up." 
I hum as I lay my head back onto his chest. 
We stayed in that spot for a while.