The Hybrid Fairy King's Lost Mate

7 The Past: Go to him.

The next day, Mystic woke up early and went through her chores. She cleaned the house, and prepared breakfast while Gwen shouted at her about what happened last night. Mystic ignored her and focused on her duties. When she was done, she took Mae’s hand and they made their way to the meadow. They walked past the guesthouse right as Kalan and his companion walked out. Mystic tried her best to look away from him. But Mae stopped and gawked at him.

“He looks normal today,” she said loud enough for him to hear. She suddenly slapped her hand over her mouth. “Oren said I shouldn’t talk about that. It’s a secret,” she said, still staring at Kalan.

“Come,” Mystic said, dragging her sister towards the line of trees. They stayed in the meadow until dinner time. When she returned, she would cook for everyone as fast as she could, and then disappear to her room. She didn’t have to see the fairy prince if she was careful, Mystic decided. And that's what she did.

For days, she followed her routine. She saw Kalan a handful of times. The fact that he spent his days closed in Lanarrie’s library studying helped immensely. Her absence around him made Aria a little kind towards her. She didn’t say much whenever they crossed paths in the house. And Mystic was happy about it, especially because she left Mae alone.

Life in Lanarrie’s house became a little bearable. Even though she and her sister were still treated lowly, it was better than before. Except for what happened at night.

Every night he came to her…it was like he was dragged to the tiny room by something he couldn’t resist. Right before Mae had her nightmare, she would hear him outside. And right before she started to scream he would move to the door. But he didn’t force his way inside like he did before. He stood in front of the door as if he was waiting for her to give him permission to enter the room. Mystic didn’t, no matter how much she wanted to.

She couldn’t let him in. She held on to her resolve to stay away from him. But her decision was driving her wolf crazy. She wanted her mate. The fact that she could scent him outside the room made it hard for Mystic to hold on to her. Her wolf fought her, forcing the change until she had no choice but to let her out. But since she locked the door, she had no way of getting out. Most nights she whined, scratching at the door. The desperation in her wolf was getting too tense to ignore. Mystic could feel that she was going to do something drastic to get to her mate. If she didn’t give her what into the yearning she felt deep inside. She yearned for her mate in a way she never thought she would yearn for another being. It was like she couldn’t breathe if she didn’t get to him.

She was even surprised that he hadn’t pushed his way into the room. That he hadn’t done anything to get to his mate. He stood in front of her door waiting …night after night, his scent growing thick and potent that even Mae noticed. She started remaining awake after waking up from her nightmare. She would look at the door, a worried look on her face.

“You should go to him,” she said one night. “I think he’s lonely out there.”

“No, I shouldn’t,” Mystic said, feeling nervous at the mere thought of going outside. But a shot of excitement went through her too. She touched her chest as her heart started to pound hard.

Go to him, he's our mate, Zarie urged. Mystic could feel her excitement too.

She clenched her jaw torn. Why did her mate have to be the fairy prince?

Why couldn’t it be another being of no consequence, someone no one would care if she allowed herself to be claimed by him. Her heart soared at the thought of belonging to the prince, of allowing him to claim her and take her and her sister away from there.

Mae dreamed of a mate that would do that for her. Maybe Kalan could be that mate for her. He could take her away to a land full of fairies and magic. That’s what her father wanted for them. Mystic could still remember the words her father said the day he sent them away.

Could he have known that her mate was the fairy prince? She closed her eyes as a sudden rush of feelings filled her body.

What if this was fate, and she was denying herself and her mate for nothing? No one can stand against fate. Not Lanarrie or Aria.

But … Mystic shook her head. She couldn’t allow herself to do this. She will bring Aria and her father’s wrath upon her and her sister. And she had to protect Mae by all means. She was still young and innocent. She didn’t want her to ever go through what she did at the hands of Lanarrie and Aria. Mystic sighed as she pushed the memories of the torture away. She felt her wolf rise a little comfort her.

Go to him, he’ll always protect you, Zarie said deep inside her. Mystic shook her head. She wanted to, she truly did. But…she winced as the phantom pain in her hip throbbed. She was healed now, but she still remembered the searing pain of the branding iron Lanarrie had used on her wolf, because she had allowed her to come out when they told her not ever change into her wolf around the premises. Lanarrie hated werewolves so much, that Mystic wondered how he was her father’s friend.

It didn’t make any sense.

Go to him, Zarie begged her again. But Mystic refused to move.

Her heart ached painfully in her chest at her silent rejection of her mate. Tears filled her eyes and spilled over. She felt Mae’s fingers on her cheek as she wiped away her tears. Mystic opened her eyes and stared at her.

“He’s your mate, isn’t he? You wouldn't cry if he wasn't,” she said. Her eyes were shining with so much sympathy. She’s grown so much since they arrived at Lanarrie’s house. Gone was the young girl who cried and threw childish tantrums in her place was a wise one. “If he is, you can’t fight this. You’ll both suffer, because there’s no one in the world but him for you. Your heart will never be whole, because he’s your other half. You will live a half-life. And I won’t let you do that.” Mae said, getting out of bed. It took a minute for Mystic to realize where she was going. Mae unlocked the door, and turned the knob. Mystic jumped out of bed and ran to the door. She held it closed before she could open it.

Mae snapped, staring at her with blazing eyes. An eerie feeling went down her spine. Mae could be scary sometimes.

“I’m going,” Mystic said. She turned to her sister. “Will you be alright?”

Mae rolled her eyes and returned to the bed. She got under the covers and turned her back on her. Mystic shook her head and opened the door. The light from inside illuminated the front of the room. And there he was – standing under the moonlight. His hair looked whiter and white in the moonlight. He looked so ghostly, like something out of a dream. She couldn’t believe he was her mate – he looked like nothing she'd ever dreamed of. He stood staring into the distance. He turned around and faced her. Mystic gulped at the look in his eyes, they shone bright with longing and desire she felt deep inside. She closed the door behind her, plunging them into darkness.

The next thing she felt was his arms around her. He pulled her to his chest. His warmth seeped into her flesh, making her shiver. Mystic moaned as she leaned her head against his shoulder, and buried her nose in the curve of his neck. She breathed in the scent that drove her crazy for days, enticing and coaxing her to give in to what she felt deep inside. He’d stoked the fire inside her for days, making it hard for her to ignore him.

He called to her, without her even realizing it.

Now, that she was finally in his arms, she sighed in relief as if she'd finally come home.

“Finally,” he sighed as his arms tightened around her. He ran his hands up and down her back, the motion was soothing and it made her burrow into him. She craved his closeness, needed it like her next breath. They stood there for a few minutes, holding on to each other. And then Kalan took her hand. He walked her through the dark, guiding her towards the guest house. Mystic pulled his hand when she realised where he was taking her.

“No. Not there,” she said, and turned towards the line of trees. He didn’t resist her as they walked to the meadow where they first met. Mystic walked to her favourite spot and then came to a stop. She looked around her. The whole land was banished in grey light that gave it a dreamy quality to it. It felt like they were stealing a moment in time, just for them.

He stepped close to her, and pulled her back into his arms.

“I’ve been waiting for you,” he said. His voice was full of so many emotions, as if he’d suffered the same way she did. He ran his lips up and down her neck, leaving tiny kisses that made her shiver and arc into him. Mystic clenched her jaw as desire boiled through her veins.

God, she gasped when he opened his mouth against the space between her neck and shoulder. She clutched him close as he sucked on the skin there. Her mouth opened in a silent moan as her p***y grew wet and pulsed with need.

Oh f**k…Mystic thought as the feeling intensified. She pushed away from him in shock. It shocked her, because she'd never felt anything like that.

“Sorry,” he said, running his fingers in his hair. He took a step back from her, “I’ve been waiting for you for days. I’m a little anxious to make you mine. I guess I’m moving too fast.”

Mystic nodded. She touched the place he’d sucked. A shiver went through her as the nerve ending there came alive. She couldn’t believe he did that. He was behaving like a werewolf, only werewolves marked their mates. She stared at him, now curious to know what he was exactly, because he wasn’t behaving like a fairy. And that other part of him…what exactly was that?

“What?” he asked, stepping closer to her. He took her hand and placed it on his cheek. He groaned, closing his eyes. “I can’t keep away from you even when I tell myself not to rush you. I crave your touch.”

Mystic nodded, because she felt the same way too. She couldn’t stand there and not touch him. She sat down, and Kalan did the same, but he pulled her into his lap. Mystic’s eyes went wide when she felt his hard c**k against her. She'd never been this close to a male before. The impulse to move away was there, but the need to be close to him was far more intense than her shock. She settled against him. Her p***y pulsed from the feel of his c**k pressed against her.

Kalan wrapped his arms loosely around her. And she leaned her head against his shoulder. They sat in silence for a few minutes before the need to know what he was gripped her. He intrigued her.

“You’re not what I expected,” she said, lifting her head to stare at him. “You don’t behave like a fairy. And your scent is different from any fairy I’ve met. And when I met you for the first time you were…” she trailed off because she didn’t know what to call him. That other part of him was intense and overwhelming. She wasn’t sure what to call him.

He went silent for a while that Mystic thought he wouldn’t answer her. She opened her mouth to say something, but he spoke before she could say anything.

“I’m a hybrid,” he said. His voice was tense, as if this was a sore subject he didn’t want to talk about. But he went on. “My mother was a werewolf slave that my father kept.”

Mystic stared at him fascinated. She couldn’t believe when they first met he was in wolf form. “That was your wolf?” she asked.

He shook his head. “He’s nothing like what you have inside. I don’t know what he is…he feels more like a monster.”

“Why would you say that? He’s amazing,” she said, touching his cheek. She leaned close, staring into his eyes as if she could summon him with her stare.

Kalan laughed slightly. “Oren says the same thing.”

“I heard him call him Ruhiukar. Is that his name?” she asked.

“No. Oren gave him the name. And he responded to it. I guess he claimed it as his own,” Kalan said, leaning closer to her. Only a few inches separated them. Mystic’s lips tingled as he closed the gap between them. Anticipation vibrated through her. This would be her first kiss. Her very first kiss, and it was with her mate. She held her breath as their lips touched. Sparks exploded along her skin at the feel of his lips against hers. It felt amazing. She pushed closer, wanting so much more of him.