The Vampire King's Hybrid Mate

Chapter 3 - Hybrid

"I had to turn you, or you would've died. So I did what was necessary, and left your mother on the track to Vyania. Where she found your father."

"You're the one who saved us? I don't believe you, you're just making things up."

"How would I make this up? How would I even know your mother fell off a cliff when she was pregnant with you, had I not been there?"

"I don't know, she may have told you or something."

"And why would she tell me? I thought you were a smart girl, Imara. Turns out I'm wrong."

I narrowed my eyes, specifically because I hated the way he said my name. It did something to my heart. "It doesn't make sense. You turned me into a vampire when I wasn't even born?"

"Not a vampire, a revenant." He rolled his eyes. "And yes. When someone is turned, at first they become a fallen. It's a mid-transition phase. The person holds half the personality of whatever they originally were, and half of a revenant. Since you were a werewolf, it makes you, a hybrid."

Hybrid. That sounded like someone extremely special. I couldn't be that special.

"How can I be a hybrid? If it's so easy to make one, why aren't there more?"

"Because no revenant gives enough shits about a werewolf to turn them. It's rare, but it happens. And, it's not easy. You don't know how many times you have almost died, how many times I had to give you my blood to revive you, how many times I... I thought I lost you."

I blinked at him, observing how his tone had softened a considerable amount, how his eyes looked sad. I took a deep breath, looking away from him. He was either crazy, or just an amazing liar. I couldn't tell which one, since there wasn't a heartbeat to listen for. And that just made him a lot more frightening. But one thing was certain; there was no way what he was saying was true. If that were the case, my parents would have told me.

Or maybe that's what I wanted to believe, because the truth would mean I had been living a lie.

"Anyway, I'm gonna take my leave now," I stated. "My pack needs me. I need to know how they are."

I made a move towards the door, but he stepped in front of me. My jaw clenched in annoyance.

"Move out of my way."

"I won't. You'll get updates about your pack from my men. You're not leaving."

"Yes, I am. Move." I tried to walk around him, but he moved with me. "Alright that's enough." I attempted to push him, but he caught hold of my wrists, and pulled me to himself. A gasp left my lips as my body collided with his, and my heart skipped a beat. "What are you--"

"Shh," he cut me off, his blue eyes boring into mine. "Stop fighting, Imara. I can't let you go, no matter what you do or say, because it's not safe. I'm not losing you after waiting so long. So either you stay here willingly, or I make you."

I blinked a few times, trying to digest his words. But his warm breath tracing over my nose, and his cool skin in contact with mine, didn't really help my case. His gaze flickered down to my lips, and as much as I hated it, I felt my cheeks heat up. I gulped, lowering my eyes, as I tried to yank my hands out of his. His grip on me tightened, and he pushed me back, making us fall onto the bed together. I squealed as his lips almost crashed against mine, missing by a mere inch. His hands were still holding onto mine, and my chest heaved up and down as I stared at him with wide eyes.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm not letting you leave."

"You can't hold me here forever. I'm not your prisoner!"

"You aren't, because you're far more important than that." He pressed my hands down on either side of me.

I let out a shaky breath, clenching my fists.

"Let me go, Draco."

His gaze softened. I noticed his Adam's apple bob up and down. "Say that again?" he whispered.

"Is that a threat?"

"No, say it again. My name."

I gulped, finding it too difficult to continue breathing. I squirmed a little, but his fingers dug deeper into my skin. "Draco, please."

He closed his eyes, letting out a sigh. My nose was flooded with his scent, it was something cool and electric, like liquid lightning. He let go of my wrists, but did not get off of me, one hand travelling to my face as he used the other to hold himself up. He gently cupped my cheeks, his thumbs caressing my skin, as I felt a spark shoot through it.

"I have waited for you so long, my Little Dove. For so many years, all I did was search for you. But never could I have imagined, that you'd be so beautiful, so perfect, to be my Queen." His voice was barely above a whisper, yet I could hear every word loud and clear.

"Your Queen?" My stomach clenched with butterflies. The feeling was odd. I'd never felt this way towards anyone else before.

"Yes, Imara. My Queen. I'm the King of my clan. I'm their Master, their leader. So that makes you a Queen."

"But--"

"Shh," he cut me off again, placing his index finger over my lips. "Don't say anything."

I frowned, staring at him silently. His touch felt cool, yet oddly warm. His gaze made my heart flutter, I swear I could lose myself in those icy blue eyes. His pale blonde hair looked soft and silky. I wanted to run my hand through it. My gaze moved to his broad shoulders, and his toned chest that was slightly visible through the thin material of his shirt. I wanted to feel his muscles, his biceps, and I wondered what he'd look like without a shirt.

I wanted to touch the light stubble dotting his sharp jaw. It added a rugged touch to his appearance, pulling together his otherwise perfect features. Now that I was close enough, I also noticed a tiny scar above his eyebrow. I wondered how it happened. My heart yearned to know more about him, but it didn't know how, and I didn't know why.

"I'm so glad I finally have you in my arms, for real this time. I dreamt of this moment so many times, that a part of me still refuses to believe that this is real."

I opened my eyes again, a traitorous part of me hoping to see sincerity in his blue eyes, but what I saw instead, made my breath catch in my throat. His eyes were slowly turning purple, and then crimson, as the shade of blood swirled across his sclera, staining everything red. My fear of that hungry gaze got the best of me, and I pushed him off, standing up and rushing towards the door.

I couldn't make it too far, though, as he appeared in front of me as fast as light, making me let out a small scream.

"How'd you do that?" I asked, backing away from him.

"Revenants are faster than werewolves," he replied. He took a step closer, and I stepped back again.

"Okay, look," I breathed, raising my hands to stop him. "Stay away from me, alright? Keep a distance. I--I don't know what you want with me, but I'm only seventeen years old, and you look like you're easily twenty. Knowing revenants, you're much older than that." I was still walking backwards, since he was not stopping. "And--and I don't want anything to do with you. I'm not fit to be any sort of leader, or Queen, or anything of that sort." My back hit the wall, and I tensed up as he stopped right in front of me. He was watching me with a raised eyebrow, as if my words were a joke to him. "And um, I think you deserve a far more experienced girl. Someone who can make you happy, someone who can fulfill your needs and your desires. I'm just a teenager," I chuckled nervously. "So why don't you find a grown up, yeah?"

"That's enough," he stated, his voice commanding. I almost flinched at his tone. He seemed pissed off by my last sentence. "I am not asking you to fulfill any needs, and I don't need anyone else to do it either. Because you're all I have ever wanted, all that my heart has ever desired. I'd be perfectly content in simply having you in front of my eyes all the time. As far as your age is concerned, I never wanted to take you before your eighteenth birthday. So whatever happened, isn't my fault." He closed the space between us, placing his hand on the wall, above my head. It was only now, that I noticed how tall he was. He easily towered over me, and I was not very short myself. The guy stood at a 6"3 at least. He leaned in, making me tightly jam my head against the wall. "Right now, all I want to do, is to keep you safe. And I'm going to do that, no matter what it takes. You only have one choice, Imara. And that is to co-operate with me, and do as I say."

My heart gave a thump, and I gulped, confused. Why was this happening?

It was his scent. It was taking over my senses, and messing with my mind. I held my breath, not wanting to inhale more of it.

"I'm not your servant," I squeaked out.

"You're not. You're my mate. And that connects you to me for eternity, whether you like or not. Don't forget that you're still half werewolf, Love. Now that you've met me, you're gonna need me on every full moon night, if you're not to lose your mind. So it's best for both of us, if we handle this like civilised people."

I scoffed, narrowing my eyes. "Civilised people?" I pushed him back by his chest. "What part of k********g me was civilised?"

"That was a necessary evil."

"Oh shut up," I snapped, glaring at him. "There is no such thing as a necessary evil. How could you do this? You really don't realize what you've done is incredibly wrong?"

He let out a sigh, running his hand through his hair, messing it up. "Imara, I--"

"No," I cut him off. "Take me back to my packhouse, Draco. This isn't a joke, it's my life. You can't just strip me away from everything I love, and then expect me to act 'civilised'. If you're planning to keep me in a dungeon, then that's a different case. But if you're planning to make me your Queen, I'm never gonna stop fighting you, or trying to leave. My parents, Draco. They've given up everything for me. How can I sit here with you and try to be your mate when they need me to be their daughter?"

"Listen to me." He stepped closer to me again, and this time I held my ground. "I promised your mother, that no matter what happens, I'm not gonna let you return to that place. She will come to see you, Imara, when it's safe. For now, there's really nothing I can do, except help you feel comfortable here. I understand they're your parents, you love them with all your heart. But you're far too important for me, to put you in any kind of danger. For anyone. If I'd have to let the entire world burn to keep you safe, I'd let the damned world burn."

I blinked at him, an uneasiness spreading in my chest. I wasn't sure if his words were more flattering, or frightening.

So I gulped, slowly nodding. "Alright then. Best of luck in keeping me here. You're gonna regret this, that's my promise to you."

He lowered his gaze, slowly shaking his head. It seemed like he wanted to say something, but then he turned around to leave.

"And Draco?"

He stopped, but did not turn to me.

"If anything happens to my Mom or my Papa, I am going to be the one to set your world on fire."

His posture tensed, but he left wordlessly. I heard the door click from outside, and let out a groan of frustration, punching the wall. It cracked, giving me a little satisfaction. I slumped down on the bed, fixing my eyes on the ceiling.

How did I end up like this?

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