The Hybrid King and His Hidden Mate

When A King Succumbs to His Captor

Dante

I haven't found Cassandra yet. It's been a whole day, and this morning, I am frothing at the mouth. Where could she have disappeared to? What powers has my little pet hidden from me? Something definitely changed in her since I made the fûcking mistake of mentioning Sebastian's name to her.

She acts as if she already knows him, but that's impossible. Right? No one can get in or even leave my barrier unless I want them, too, but then, how did she escape then? That goddâmned necklace has a significant impact with her and Sebastian. I must find a way to the it from her. She grabs it every time her defiance rises.

If she had spoken to him already, then she could have warned him, and that would just make me furious because then I had to do something I wasn't planning on doing.

I will have to find a way to enter the demon realm and take Sebastian. I shake my head with frustration, which is fûcking hilarious. There is no way to enter the realm without the Asmodeus or even his father, Lucifer, knowing.

I slammed my fist against the wall and relished watching the wall crack on impact. I needed to check on Zion, but first, I needed to have a visit with his mate and have a snack.

I entered the room where I had her forced into a coma and powerless and smirked triumphantly. I walked up to where she was lying down and looked down at her frail body.

She was still alive, barely, but I couldn’t kill her without killing Zion, and I still needed him.

I ran my knuckles down her face and watched how my touch made her flinch. I walked over to where I had several pouches filled with her blood. I grabbed four and sneered with disgust as I walked back over to her.

They were cold, which I already knew they would be, but I hated that they were. I relished sinking my fangs into the skin and sucking the life essence directly from the body. It was warm, and I could feel the person's emotions as I drained them of the very substance that kept them alive.

I placed the bags on her skin and waited while they heated up because she was sweating profusely since I had made sure the heat was always turned up in here. Her body tensed from the cold and then slowly softened once the cold went away.

I picked up the first bag as my fangs elongated, then bit into the bag, guzzling it down. Then I snatched the second, then third, and finally the fourth. I wiped my mouth and tossed the bags into the trash.

My hunger had calmed somewhat, but I wanted more. I needed more. Without Cassandra, I had been craving blood more and more. It was like her blood and pain quenched my thirst.

I growled angrily and then stormed out of the room. I quickly turned the corner and rushed to the room I had Zion contained. When I entered the room, I laughed at how pathetic he looked crumbled on the ground.

I closed the door quietly and then walked over to where he was. I knew he was still asleep. "Help me lift him to the wall and lock him up quickly now before he awakens." I snapped at Sean, one of my coven members.

We lifted him up against the wall, and I clicked the collar against the mechanism on the wall, listening to it click into place. Then Sean lifted Zion's arms and placed them in the shackles against the wall, and then I did the same with his feet. Once I was satisfied, I stepped closer and grabbed one of the vials of blood I had of his mate.

I opened the vial and placed it under his nose. Almost instantly, his eyes snapped open. His eyes were mesmerizing. They were looking around the room frantically searching for something. His mate. I was looking at the eyes of his lycan.

"She's not here, I'm afraid. She is currently in a coma. That I placed her in. I actually just left the room she's being held in and enjoyed drinking her blood." He moved his eyes down to where I was, and his lips curled up viciously.

"You leave my mate out of this, Dante. If you have beef with me, then here I am." He growled lowly. I shook my head in disinterest.

"I'm afraid that's not part of the plan, Drako. I need you under my control. I have plans, you know. Plans to take over the world. I need you to kill creatures who go against me. You will be my lap dog. My obedient little dog." I laughed maniacally.

"I AM NOT A FÛCKING DOG MOTHERFÛCKER. I AM A LYCAN. BLOOD OF THE ROYALS. YOU CAN'T CONTROL ME." He roared furiously. I walked over to where I had the IVs and syringes. I placed everything on the rolling table and pushed it towards Zion.

He was already shifted to his lycan, which was what I wanted. He was thrashing around violently and I watched when he started to shift back, but I stopped him when I pushed a hidden button on the collar that pierced his neck with at least a dozen needles that injected a special liquid that would force him to stay in his lycan form.

"W-What is this?" He choked out. "I just injected your body with a special liquid I made. It forces your body to stay in your shifted form. It lasts for at least a couple of weeks. Long enough to make you my obedient dog." I whispered smugly.

I began inserting the needles into his arm and connecting the IV tube. "You won't get away with this." He forced out as his voice cracked. "That's where you're wrong. I already am." Once the IV was set up, I began injecting the special drug I had.

It was a mix of wolfsbane, moon flowers, moon silver, his mate's blood, my venom and blood, and the one thing that weakened lycans even more, moon stone. I had ground the stone until it was powder and mixed it together.

It was a contradiction if you asked me. The one reason that created lycan was also its only downfall. Anything that was created by the moon weakened the lycan.

I watched with excitement as the liquid entered his body. He screamed out with excruciating pain and then howled loudly. "They won't hear you, Zion. Once I have you under my control, no one will help you. The first order I have will be for you to kill your entire race of lycans. Can you imagine the betrayal in their eyes as they stare at you while you kill them?" I chuckled darkly.

"I-I w-won't s-submit to y-you." He stuttered out. "Bring her in." I said sternly. Sean opened the door and called to someone in the hall.

A second later, Katasha wheeled in Zion's mate. "NNNOOOO," He roared painfully, "Deanna. No... please. What have you done to her?" A wrenching cry left his lips that made his whole body crumble with defeat.

"What have you done, Zion?" He whispered roughly as his eyes grew heavy. I walked over to him and tapped him on the shoulder. His eyes blinked slowly, and then he looked at me.

The look in his eyes was empty and void of emotion. I looked directly into his eyes and pushed my powers onto him. I watched with bated breath as his eyes slowly glazed over.

"Drako? I am your Master and you will obey me. Bark like a dog." I said sternly but tried to hide a smile. When Drako opened his snout and began to bark, I knew I had won. "Place her over there in the corner, just out of his sight," I whispered to Katasha, "And make sure she is covered where he can't see her unless I want him to." Katasha smirked and nodded her head as she wheeled Deanna away.

"Excellent. Such a good dog you are," I said with a condescending tone as I patted his head, "Master is proud of you."

Drako preened with the praise, and his tail wagged with excitement. He truly thought he was a dog. "Would my good boy like a reward?" I said close to his ear as I scratched behind it. He hummed with contentment and then nodded his head excitedly, while he panted heavily as his tongue stuck out of his mouth.

"Send me one of my whôres. My little doggy needs a treat." I chuckled softly. When Sean brought her in. She was trembling uncontrollably and looking around in fear. Drako's eyes zeroed in on her naked body, and he growled lowly with lust. "Does my good little dog want this? Hmmm?" I said with a cold tone.

Drako nodded his head excitedly. "Words. Use your words." I snapped out as I backhanded him. He whimpered painfully and cowered in fear. "Yes, Master. I'm sorry. Please let me have her." He croaked out.

"That's my good dog." I said, patting his head. I released the mechanism and watched as Drako lunged for the whôre and took exactly what he wanted until she was no more.

He truly was my obedient little dog.

It was time to set my next plan into motion.