Sold to a Hybrid Prince

Chapter 13

XYLA

"Xyla, wake up," Allister's voice caused my eyes to shoot open. 

I sat up with a gasp, looking around, as my head ached slightly. 

"You okay?" He walked towards the bed, clad in a sleek grey suit. The first button of his white shirt was left undone, toning down the formality. His hair, though, was tied into a manbun, strands still falling over his face. He looked different than usual, but it was weirdly attractive, just like everything else about him. I wished their looks would match the kind of monsters they were. Although, he didn't seem as bad as most. 

"I'm okay," I muttered, realizing I was still in his bed. After my food had arrived, it had taken me moments to eat it all up. I needed it more than I knew, and then Allister had let me sleep in his bed, as a way of showing gratitude for what I did for him. 

Which was honestly nothing, because that's exactly what my job was. What my purpose here was, however messed up it is. But hey, I wasn't going to argue. 

I looked towards the window, to realize that the sky was already getting dark. I had to join his family at dinner today, which was probably why he woke me up. 

"I have to change, don't I?" I asked, slowly sliding off the bed. He appeared right in front of me, making me suck in a breath as I stared up at him with wide eyes. 

"Sorry," he said, taking a step back. "I wanted to make sure you're not going to stumble and fall. Did I frighten you?"

I blinked, releasing the breath. "No, I... Well, yeah."

He let out a short chuckle. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay," I replied. 

"This... fear has nothing to do with the feeding thing, right?" He raised his eyebrows. 

I shook my head. "No, I'm generally terrified of you."

Why did I say that? 

His eyebrows furrowed slightly, but he decided to dismiss the topic. "Anyway, you should change. I laid out a dress for you in the other room. I think it should fit you well. I got an idea of your measurements when I hugged you today."

I didn't know what to say. What was this guy on? Who does that? Moreover, who says that? 

"Uh, thanks?" 

"You're welcome," he grinned, his fangs showing. "Go on now, don't take too long."

I nodded, walking to the other room. 

What a weirdo. 

There indeed was a dress on the bed, a light shade of lavender, with full sleeves and a v-neckline. It was perfectly plain, but the material was shiny, so it would look formal. I didn't waste time and put it on, immediately surprised by how well it really fit. It hugged my waist perfectly, and stopped just below my knees. I exited the pet room, and caught Allister's eye, whose mouth parted slightly when he saw me. His eyes narrowed ever so slightly, as he gave me a once over, before walking up to me. 

"It's perfect," he complimented, looking pleased. "I told you I got the idea of your measurements."

I nodded. 

"Great. Show me your neck."

"Huh?”

"The mark. Where I bit you."

"Oh." I turned my face to expose it to him. 

"Okay, it looks… Fine. Could've been better, but I guess Father knows already that I'm not cruel when it comes to feeding. This will have to do." He then took the liberty to move my hair away from my shoulders, his fingers lightly tracing my neck as he did. "Keep your hair away from the mark. It should be on display at all times."

"Okay."

"Great. Let's go." He walked towards the door, but I didn't move. 

"Allister?" I said softly. 

"Yeah?" He turned. 

"The… Leash?" 

"We don't need that today. Just stay behind me and stay close at all times. Come on." 

We walked out of the room, and made our way up the stairs, to the floor where the King and Queen stayed. My heart was in my mouth the whole time, as I tried to ignore the stares their guards sent in my direction. We stood outside two large doors, which was probably the dining room, and I uncomfortably straightened out my dress. This would be the first time I'd meet the rest of the Royal family. I wasn't really looking forward to it. 

The doors swung open, and Allister entered without an ounce of hesitation, with me scurrying behind. I kept my gaze on the floor, and my head down, not wanting to make eye contact with anyone. When Allister stopped, I did too. He bowed to whoever was in front of him. 

"Father. Mother." He acknowledged. 

"Allister. Come sit," a feminine voice said. 

"Where's your pet?" a male asked, causing my breath to catch in my throat. 

Allister stepped to the side, to reveal me to his family. I didn't dare look up. 

"Hello, little one. What's your name?" Another feminine voice asked. I concluded that was his sister. 

"How does it matter?" His other sister snapped. It seemed like she was Hela. "She's a lowly pet. We don't need to know her name."

"Yes, we do," Eleanora shut her down. "Be nice for once."

"Her name is Xyla," Allister answered the question for me. "She doesn't speak much, so don't bother trying to talk to her. She'll start crying if you do."

My eyebrows furrowed slightly. I knew I was uneasy, nervous, and frightened, but I wasn't that scared. He was making me sound like a complete coward. 

"I don't think she agrees with you, son," the King spoke, and I felt a shiver trail through me. His tone held venom, one I was too good at recognizing. 

"Xyla," Allister said, forcing me to finally look up in order to meet his gaze. "Do you agree with me?" His eyes held a warning look. As though if I didn't say yes, something very bad would happen to me. 

"Of course, master. Anything you say."

As if. 

"Good girl. Now if everyone is done harassing my little pet, can we please have dinner? I'm starving."

"Of course," his mother said. 

Allister walked to the table, and I silently followed him, my nerves increasing with every step we took. A huge, fancy chair was pulled back for him, and he sat down, whilst I stood there awkwardly. 

"Come," he said, asking me to sit in his lap. 

I froze, my eyes widening. 

He blinked at me, in a kind of reassurance. I gulped, before setting myself on his thighs, and taking a quick look around. The room was absolutely beautiful, decorated in black and gold. The ceiling was very high, with crystal chandeliers hanging from it. The floor looked like acrylic, but I knew it was something else. The table stretched for what seemed like multiple metres, even though the people eating at it were very few. Allister pulled us closer to the table, and I sucked in a small breath. I felt him lightly tap my knee, as a way of comforting me. 

The food was starting to get served, and I bit my tongue at the aroma of steaks, pies, and what not. Everything smelled delicious, but I wasn't hungry at all. 

"So Allister, what's her blood type?" Hela asked, making me tense up. I glanced at the sisters for a second, spotting the older one, Eleanora, staring up at the man who was standing beside her. He had a collar on his neck, which I realized meant that he was her pet. 

"Her blood type is not anyone's business," he replied nonchalantly. "She's my pet." I felt his arm circle around my waist. 

"Her neck is too clean," his father commented, focused on his food. 

I quickly pushed my hair back, making sure that the mark was visible. The King caught my move, his eyes training on the mark for a second. 

"Just one mark?" 

"I drink from the same place," Allister replied, taking a bite of his food. "Don't need her covered in scars. You know I like my things clean."

Things. Jerk. 

"Hmm," his father nodded. "Well why don't you drink from her now?" 

Goosebumps covered my skin. No. Please. 

"I just had a little before coming here. Not feeling the thirst right now."

"Can I try her?" Hela asked, causing my heart to pound against my chest. 

Allister placed his fork down. "No. You can't." His voice was stern. 

"Lord, okay man. No pressure," she muttered, lowering her gaze. 

I dared to glance up at Allister's face, my heart almost stopping when I saw his eyes clouded with black. A shiver went through me and I quickly looked away, gulping. He clearly didn't like sharing his things. 

The rest of the dinner was silent, save for him and his father discussing matters related to the people and ruling them. I tuned them out, focusing on my own thoughts, and the feeling of Allister's arm around my waist. Weirdly enough, I didn't feel afraid, or uncomfortable. I guess after he fed from me, I had become used to his touch. He didn't seem like he wanted to hurt me. It was a difficult belief to screw into my head, but I had to, if I were to spend the rest of my life as his pet. Living in fear for no reason wasn't something I'd really like. 

Once the dinner was over, Allister and I headed back to the lower floor, and to his bedroom. I was glad to be away from all the stares and scrutinizing gazes, happy to hide behind the closed doors of his bedroom. A place I had started to feel safe in. I plopped down on the couch, letting out a soft sigh. 

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" Allister asked, taking off the coat of his suit. 

"It was okay," I said honestly. "I don't think your sister likes me."

"That's fine, we don't like her either." He had his back towards me as he took off his shirt too, making me suck in a quiet breath. The muscles of his back were so incredibly defined, that it hurt to watch. I spotted the tattoo on the left side of his back, of the outline of the moon. Werewolves were cursed beings, and each of them had the wolf mark on their backs. The moon would fill up as the full moon night would approach, making them stronger and heightening all their senses and abilities. They gained a certain amount of strength every night, until it reached its maximum on the full moon. It was almost like a meter, that indicated how close they were to going bonkers. Right now, his mark was very close to being full. 

"Allister?" I said softly, just as he put on a T-shirt. 

"Yeah?" He turned, pulling up the sleeves to reveal his forearms. 

"When… When's the full moon?" 

"The day after tomorrow. Why? Are you worried?" He pushed off his pants, making me quickly look away. 

"I am," I said softly. "Did you… Did you kill your last--"

"Don't," he snapped, making me flinch. 

I quickly lowered my gaze, gulping. 

"You have nothing to worry about. Keeping you alive is my headache. It's better if you focus on your duties, instead of mine."

But it's not considered your duty to keep me alive. I did not dare say it. 

"Can--can I ask you something?" I squeaked out. 

He didn't reply, walking over to the book shelf. 

I bit my lip, taking a deep breath and deciding to ask anyway. "Will your whole family turn into wolves?" 

"Yes." His reply was dismissive. 

"How… How many people die every month?" 

I heard him release a breath, before he turned to me. His gaze was hard, causing my heart to race. 

"Like I said, Xyla, it's not your concern. Go change into something comfortable. I'll be sleeping soon. I don't want you roaming around the room once I do."

I slowly nodded, standing up and walking to the pet room. I could practically feel how tense he was as I passed by him, his golden eyes following me until I closed the door. 

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Ooh, wrong question. Triggereddd.

Stay tuned guys! She'll prolly die on the full moon and this story will end then.

Love you all.