Sold to a Hybrid Prince

Chapter 11 (Xyla's POV)

XYLA

Allister entered the room again, and for some reason, he looked almost nervous. I observed how he slowly closed the door, gaze stuck on me, his body language showing hesitance. He took a few steps towards me, before stopping and running a hand through his hair. 

"Here's the thing. It's been over a week since I got you. And I think it's about time you start serving me," he announced, immediately causing my heart to race.

I instinctively stood up from the couch, eyeing him carefully. "What?" 

Oh God this was what he was planning. He was going to feed from me as punishment for what I did.

"I'm sure you know what that means." He started to slowly make his way towards me, while I backed away. "Don't worry, you're not gonna die, alright? And it won't even hurt too much, I promise."

My back hit the wall, and I let out a small gasp, my eyes filling up with tears. He closed the space between us, caging me between his arms so I wouldn't be able to escape. 

"Allister," I whispered with a shaking voice, "please don't do this. I--I promise I won't disobey you again."

"No, this isn't punishment," he said softly. "This is normal, Xyla. I think I've given you quite a lot of time to adjust, haven't I?" 

I gulped, frantically looking around to find a way to escape this. By now, my entire body was trembling, and my heart was knocking at my ribs. 

"All--Allister, please," I tried again, as a tear left my eye. 

"Hey, shh," he whispered, gently wiping it away with his thumb. I flinched at the contact, causing his eyebrows to furrow further. "Listen." He took my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze again. "Can you trust me?"  

I let out a trembling breath, not answering his question. 

"Xyla," he said again, "can you trust me? Just this once?"

"W--Why are you doing this to me?" I asked, sniffing. "I thought you were different, I thought you--" I stopped myself, closing my eyes shut. 

"Look at me, Xyla."

I shook my head. 

He went silent, causing the room to fill with my sniffles and heavy breaths. When he didn't say anything for a moment, I opened my teary eyes and glanced up at him. 

He stepped back, staring at me with a soft gaze. "Come here," he said, offering me his hand. 

I sniffed again, glancing down at it and then up at him. He gave me a reassuring nod. 

"It's okay. I'm not gonna hurt you. Just relax, and come here."

I swallowed the lump in my throat, before placing my shivering hand in his. He gently pulled me closer, before I felt his arm slowly snake around my back. He was giving me time to pull away if I wanted to, and I absolutely would have, but his chin rested on the top of my head as he held me to his chest. I realized that he was only trying to calm me down, provide me with a sense of comfort. I took a few deep breaths, confused as to why he even cared. 

He could easily overpower me any second, there was no way I could match his strength. Plus, he had chains and ropes at his disposal to help. So why was he trying to make me feel better about this? Why not just go with it? 

"Let's make a deal, alright?" he said, still holding me against him. "If, it hurts too much, or you think you won't be able to take it again, I promise you, I'll never do it again."

My ears perked up at the offer. What? Was he serious? 

If he did keep his word, it would mean that I wouldn't have to live in the constant fear of him draining me of my blood. That sounded slightly tempting. 

But what if he decided to do it now? 

Well, if we wanted to, he could, without giving me any options or choices. Maybe, he really was giving me the right to decide. 

"Just let me do it once, alright? We'll be joining my family for dinner tonight, and my father won't be very pleased if your neck is as clean as it is. He's a sick jerk, I don't know how he'll react. So I'm just trying to save us from unnecessary drama and stress," he said in a casual tone. 

Was he telling the truth? If he wanted me to have dinner with them, then he wouldn't kill me. 

Right? 

I took another moment to prepare myself. It wasn't like life could get any better. We had been holding this out for too long. If I said no this time, he'd decide I wasn't worth it. He'd return me to Hedger, and there was no way in hell I was going back to that wretched place. Dying would be better than that. 

Besides, a part of me knew that he wouldn't kill me. I mean, I was still safe and sound. I had expected to be killed much earlier, when I was being bought. But I wasn't. I was alive and well, doing better than I had in years. 

"O--Okay."

He heaved a sigh of relief, pulling away to look at me. 

"Deal?" 

I nodded. 

"Great. Come." He lightly took my wrist, and lead me to the bed. "I'm gonna need you to lie down."

My eyes widened slightly, as I looked up at him. "Is that necessary?" 

"It's gonna prevent you from hurting yourself. It's safest, and won't put a strain on you."

I gulped, before nodding. 

I slowly sat down on the bed, pulling my feet out of my slippers. I then lay down, placing my head on the pillow to get a little comfortable. 

This was just an experiment, I told myself. If it didn't go well, we'd never do it again. It's just a new experience. I'd be fine. 

Those thoughts disappeared as soon as Allister climbed on top of me, with his knees straddling my thighs. My heart gave a loud thump as I stared up at him, my body starting to shake once again. I tried to get up, but he placed his hand on my shoulder and pushed me back down. 

"Relax, relax," he said, staring at me. "It's gonna be over before you know it. I won't hurt you, Xyla, I promise."

I stared at him silently for a moment, registering his words. He really wanted me to be willing for this. That was... good. 

"You're not going to kill me, right?" I asked. "This isn't punishment for what I--"

"It's not. I'm not punishing you. And I won't kill you. You'll be fine," he reassured.

I took another deep breath. 

"You ready?" he asked. 

It was just him. He hadn't hurt me even once as yet. 

I gave him a nod. 

"I need you to arch your back slightly, and come closer to me."

I hesitated for a moment, before obliging to his command. I was glad he was going slow, and not just biting me immediately. His arm went around my waist, and he pulled me even closer, causing my body to press against his hard chest. 

I took another deep breath, trying to flush the bad memories from my mind. He was only going to feed on me. Nothing else.

"Good girl. Now, I'd hold onto your wrists, but I don't want you to feel too trapped or restrained," he said, as his free hand pushed my hair away from my neck, revealing it to him. He set it on my other shoulder, before taking my chin and tilting my head in a way that would expose me further. "So instead, you hold onto my shirt. You can dig your nails into my back if it hurts too much. I won't mind." 

"Okay," I said softly, before awkwardly wrapping my arms around him and grabbing onto the fabric of his shirt. It felt like I was hugging him, and I was the one in control. 

"Close your eyes."

He leaned in, his breath tickling my shoulder, and then my neck, making me tighten my hold on him. His hand moved from my chin to the back of my head, fingers entangling with my hair in a loose grip. A shiver crawled down my spine as soon as his lips touched me, making me suck in a breath and squeeze my eyes shut. 

It would be any second now. Any second. 

His tongue glided over my skin, and I chewed on my bottom lip to prevent the gasp from leaving my lips. Allister tightened his hold on me, and my heart beat echoed in my own ears, before his teeth lightly grazed against my skin. It was like he was preparing me for the bite. Finally, a sharp, stinging pain in my neck then dominated everything else, making me let out a small cry of agony. 

I winced, instinctively trying to pull back, but his firm hold kept me in place. A couple of tears left my eyes, as he slowly began to suck on my blood, his hand around my waist gently caressing it to help calm my nerves. It actually seemed to work, as did the reduction in the intensity of the pain I felt, with every passing second. It abated to a discomfort, an ache, reminding me that there was something latched onto my vein. 

I loosened my hold on him slightly, and he did the same, his thumb caressing the back of my neck as I listened to his slow, rhythmic gulps. There was a quiet growl of pleasure every once in a while, probably because I tasted amazing. Before I knew it, he pulled away, licking the wound and the remaining blood that had escaped. His saliva seemed to stop the bleeding, probably owing to the fact that he was a werewolf too, and werewolf saliva had healing properties.

Okay, that ended quicker than I expected. 

Allister carefully lay me down on the pillows again, and I opened my eyes, sucking in a breath when I saw his face. His eyes were a deep red, as he licked the blood off his fangs, swallowing one more time. The veins of his neck and jaw had darkened, becoming visible through his pale skin. But all of it disappeared within a matter of moments, and his usual golden eyes were staring down at me again. 

"So?" he whispered, raising his eyebrows. "You feeling okay?" He used his thumb to wipe the blood from his lips, and then licked it. 

"I--I think so," I whispered, feeling something weird in my stomach when he did that. 

"And how was it?" 

I shrugged weakly. 

"You think you can take it again?" 

I shook my head. 

It wasn't so bad, but I wasn't stupid. There was no way in hell I was willingly allowing someone to drink my blood. Nuh-uh. I couldn't let this opportunity go, no matter how nice he was being. 

"Alright, I understand. I'm sorry if it hurt too much." He climbed off of me, and off the bed, allowing me to sit up and do the same. But as soon as I stood up from the bed, the room began to spin. 

I closed my eyes shut, and when I opened them, I found his arms wrapped around me. I blinked up at him, realizing how dizzy I was. 

"You okay?" he asked, steadying me. He kept his hold on me, however, his eyes scanning me. "Do you feel lightheaded?" 

I nodded. 

"I guess I drank too much," he muttered, before scooping me up into his arms. 

I gasped, instinctively wrapping my arms around his neck. He gently lowered me onto the bed, and covered me with his blanket. 

"I'll order you something to eat, and then you can sleep for a bit if you want. I'm really sorry for this," he said apologetically. 

I gave him a nod, closing my eyes. 

I was sleepy again. 

I felt his hand brush my hair away from my face, but I was too tired to open my eyes. They felt so heavy.

I heard him softly say my name, and I whined in response. 

"Don't sleep now," he said, lightly tapping my cheek twice. 

I opened my eyes, to look into his golden ones, realizing he was leaning over me. 

I blinked a couple of times. "I'm tired."

"I know," he replied, "it's normal. Don't sleep right now. You have to eat something first."

I blinked again. "Why are you... Why are you taking care of me?" 

His eyebrows furrowed slightly. 

"Because I don't want you to fall sick and die?" 

"Why not? I'm a terrible pet," I let out a soft chuckle. 

He smiled too, eyes dancing with amusement. 

"Just rest, but stay awake." He ran his hand through my hair again, his touch cooling my mind. 

Was he petting me? If he was, I didn't care. It was nice. 

"Your food will be here in a bit, okay?" 

I nodded.

"What are you parents like?" I asked, trying to do as he said. If we remained silent, I was certain I would doze off. 

"My parents?" he asked, slightly taken aback by the question. "They're okay."

"Okay?" 

"Yeah."

"What about your siblings? You guys close?" 

He shrugged, sitting down on the edge of the bed, beside my knees. "You could say that. I have two sisters, Eleanora and Hela. I'm close to Eleanora, but Hela is a kind of a brat."

I smiled. "It must be nice. To have siblings, I mean."

"It is. Except when you feel this urge to kill them, but you can't, because your parents would kill you," he grumbled. "What about you? You had any?" 

I shook my head. "Only child."

His eyebrows furrowed once again. "Oh."

"You seem surprised," I pointed out. 

"No, I just, uh, assumed you'd have at least three other siblings. It felt unlikely for a human to sell off their only child."

My chest tightened a little. "Some people are more messed up than you'd think."

He hummed in response, just before there was a knock on the door. 

I guess my food was here. 

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Next chapter will be the same, but in Allister's POV. It will give you a lot more insight, but doesn't really affect the story. You can skip it if you want.

I'll update tomorrow! Stay tuned!