The Hybrid King and His Hidden Mate

The Special Guests

It's been six years since I first envisioned my mate. Six fûcking excruciating years. I was twelve when I first sensed her. I have searched high and low, with no luck. My father, Asmodeus, current King of the Demon Realm,and my mother, Zatara, the Queen, have been helping me search all the realms. My grandfather Lucifer and his fated mate, Lillian, have been helping me too, but every time they come back empty-handed.

I am forced to remain in the Demon Realm because I am "The Chosen One." Honestly, it feels like a goddâmned curse. I need my mate, and I can't even leave this realm to find her. What kind of mate does that make me?

She is suffering, and I am locked down in my realm. Sometimes, I feel like sneaking out and going to look for her, but I know I can't do that. Power beings could capture me and control my mind, making me destroy the world as we know it.

I know, it's not pretty. My future is etched in stone, though. I am supposed to get my demon this year and shift so that I may become King, but he is holding back. He talks to me all the time but refuses to shift. How am I to be King of The Demon Realm without a demon for myself? He demands that I find our mate or he will never give himself to me fully.

Even though I am only part demon, that is like a punch in the gut. I feel like a piece of me is missing. I need my demon. I have slowly started receiving my angel powers, but those ones are more intense to receive. My mother and Aunt Grizelda have been teaching me how to cast spells so that I may embrace my witch side as well.

Confused? Ha. I know my life is full of unexpected things. I am a hybrid. I am the first of my kind. I am part demon, part angel, part witch, and of course, I am human as well.

"Where are you, my beautiful and innocent lamb. Give me a sign, my love. I need you so much." I whispered roughly as I ran my hands down my face. Zender sees her when she dreams, but he can't speak to her or even hear what she says, but he feels an instant bond with her the moment he first sees her.

I know she is being hidden from me, and that angers me and Zender immensely, but what hurts the most is knowing that she is going through pain because that one vision brought me to my fûcking knees. The pained look on her face and the look of devastation made me feel like burning every single realm until I could find her.

"I will find you little lamb, and once I do, no one will take you away ever again. I will make you forget the pain you ever had to deal with. I promise you." I said with a determined tone.

*Cassandra*

"Wakey, wakey, my little pet." Dante whispered close to my ear. I slowly opened my eyes, and there stood Dante with a smirk on his face. "Open your beautiful mouth pet, my côck needs to feel your lips wrapped around it as you swallow my seed down deep in your throat." Dante cooed as he began to unzip his pants.

I shook my head and opened my mouth to object, but Dante was faster than my words. He wrapped his fists in my hair and snapped my neck backward, forcing me to look in his eyes. I yelped in pain, but he just looked at me with a look intense look of hunger.

"You dare say no to me? I am your Master. I am your fûcking God. You will do as I say. Now. Open. Your. Goddâmn. Mouth." He gritted out.

I whimpered painfully as he tightened his hold in my hair.

"P-Please-" I started to say, but Dante thrust his hardened length in my mouth harshly and began pumping in and out. I was helpless to stop him, but I tried, god did I try, but he backhanded me and then placed one of his hands around my neck and began to squeeze without reprieve as he thrusted deeply.

I couldn't breathe, and I began to see black spots in my eyes. "Yes, that's perfect, my little pet. Take your Master's côck." He moaned loudly. He pulled out for a few seconds, and I desperately tried to get air, but he just sneered and thrust back inside even deeper.

"How does it feel my pet? How does it feel to know that I control the air you breathe and that at a snap of my fingers, I could end your pathetic life. Hmmm? Next time, remember that before you say no to me again. Now, open wide and swallow my seed. I want it deep in that belly of yours since I can't breed you like I want." He growled excitedly as his côck hardened, and he spilled his cûm in my throat.

The taste was vile and bitter. I felt nauseous and tried not to gag, but it was hard. "Swallow every drop. If you so much as drop any bit of it or vomit it up, I will make you lick it off the floor. Don't tempt me, Cassandra." Dante said with a cold tone.

Just as I felt my body beginning to lose unconsciousness, Dante pulled out and placed his semi-hard côck back in his pants and zipped himself up.

I swallowed it down even though I wanted to throw it up. I clawed at my neck and desperately tried to fill my lungs with much needed air. Once I was able to calm down, Dante moved in closer and placed a piece of hair behind my ear.

"Tonight, I am expecting guests, and I need to make sure everything is perfect." Dante said, running his knuckles tenderly down my cheek.

Wait... did he just say guests?

Mu eyes widened with excitement. Maybe they could help me get free. "W-What do you want me to w-wear?" I asked cautiously. He looked at me and just shook his head with amusement.

"Wear? Why would I want you to wear anything at all? You won't be seen tonight. In fact," Dante said coldly as he bit into his wrist and forced my head back as he filled my mouth with his blood, "I won't let anyone know you are here. You belong to me, and no one will take you away. That's it, drink deeply, my pet. Fill that mouth with my blood."

He placed his hand over my mouth and used his long fingers to close my nose. I thrashed, trying to fight, but he just chuckled darkly.

I felt like I had been given drugs. My eyes drooped, and I fought to keep my eyes open. I felt lethargic, and my body was becoming numb, and I couldn't move at all. I was at his mercy, and it scared me to death. What was he going to do to me? Was this finally the end for me? Was it bad to feel hope for the end? To finally be free?

"KATASHA. BRING ME THE LECURA AND THE STRONG SEDATIVES." Dante yelled loudly. Within seconds, she was next to him and handing him syringes. "Make sure everything is ready. Bring our witch to do a concealer spell. No one should know about this house or my pet. Make sure that we are prepared to leave within the hour. The meeting with the Lycan King should take place several miles away from here. I won't let anything ruin my plans. NOW GO."

Katasha smirked evilly at me and then left. Dante filled a syringe with a strange looking liquid. "This will help mask your scent and your blood. I don't need anyone finding you here now, do I? No one needs to know what a special little pet I have." Dante cooed softly and plunged the syringe into my neck.

My scent? What did that mean? I was human. Did humans have a special scent? I wanted to ask, but I was unable to. He wanted me helpless and fully reliant on him.

Lycan King?

He filled another syringe and plunged it into my arm. "There that should knock you out for the rest of the night and for most of tomorrow morning. Sleep well, my little pet."

My eyes closed, and my last thoughts before darkness consumed me whole was just exactly what was a Lycan and why was he coming here to see Dante?