The Hybrid Fairy King's Lost Mate

8 The Past: Finally.

Finally, Lanarrie thought as he watched the door to the tiny room open and Mystic came out to meet her mate. He’d been waiting, burning with anticipation and worry as days went by and nothing happened between them. He was even starting to doubt that they were mates. The way Mystic managed to stay away from him was remarkable. He thought she would fall at Kalan’s feet the minute she met him. But she held back, making him doubt the seer’s abilities. He was starting to lose hope when the door finally opened. He should never have doubted him. He was one of the most powerful fairies that have ever lived. He knew things that even he couldn’t begin to understand. He wouldn't give him false information. Lanarrie smiled, happy that his plans were finally under way.

Now, he only had to wait for Mystic and Kalan to mate – to become one. And then everything will be as he wants. His daughter would become the next queen of fairies. And his family would be the oldest and most powerful family in the whole kingdom. He laughed to himself as he watched them walk hand in hand beneath the moonlight. He turned and returned to the house. He walked through the kitchen and stopped when he saw Aria rush out through the other door when she saw him coming.

Fuck…how did she know it would happen tonight?

She must have been watching the whole thing for days like he was.

“Aria?” he called to her, but she didn’t stop. He could hear whimpering sounds along with her stomping feet as she ran up the stairs. Lanarrie closed his eyes for a second, praying for patience. She probably saw Kalan and Mystic together. And she was throwing another fit. Lanarrie sighed, and followed her up the stairs.

Out of his daughters, Aria was a hand full. But she was the most beautiful and sought after. She would make the perfect queen, if only she was like her sister Lin in temperament. Lin was intelligent and understanding. She wasn’t impetuous and irrational, like Aria.

Lanarrie groaned as he reached her door. He took a deep breath before knocking on the door. She didn’t answer. Lanarrie closed his hand around the handle and pushed it open. He found her standing at the window, staring down at the guesthouse. He came to stand next to her.

“Must he f**k her?” she asked, as if that was the most important thing. “Must he? Can’t you break their bond before he touches her? I don’t think I can stand it.”

“You have to if you want him to be yours. He’ll never be yours if he doesn’t claim her,” Lanarrie explained. She shook her head, stubborn as ever.

“There has to be another way,” she said, moving away from the window. She sat on the bed, and buried her head in her hands. Lanarrie stared up at the ceiling, praying for patience.

“There is no other way. And you…” he said, walking to the bed. He lifted her head so that she was facing him. “Don’t do anything stupid. Don’t get in their way. I’ve waited for too long to let you ruin everything. If you don’t follow my instructions, I have another daughter who can easily take your place. So control yourself. Do you hear me?”

“Yes father,” Aria said.

“Now, go to sleep. It’s only a matter of time before he mates with her,” he said, walking to the door.

“How will we know? She’s not a fairy, we won’t be able to sense their bond like we normally would in a fae couple.”

“We'll know. We’ll see it on him. He won’t be able to hide it,” Lanarrie said. He stared at her, she looked down at the floor, unable to hold his stare. “And you do nothing about it. You leave everything to me. I know what has to be done. Don’t do what you did the first day he arrived. You don’t want him to turn against you.”

“Yes, father,” she said.

Lanarrie walked out of her room. He closed the door behind him, and walked to his library. He walked to the desk and opened the top drawer. He took out the vial. He sat in his chair and opened the tiny lid. His veins burned in anticipation. The scent of the ambrosia filled his nostrils as alluring as the liquid itself. He brought it to his lips and took the tiniest sip. He was careful of how much of the stuff he consumed. He didn’t want to overdo it, and become a blubbering mess, and besides, the stuff was hard to come by. He didn't want to go back to Fluvia. The less interaction he had with the vampires the better.

He took another sip, and groaned as a thousand lightning bolts crackled from the point of contact to the rest of his body. He slumped back into the chair, and closed his eyes to enjoy his moment of languid peace, and the heaviness in his veins.

Kalan and the werewolf girl came to mind. He wondered what they were doing in the woods. He hoped Kalan would close the deal tonight. Or perhaps it was too soon for it to happen tonight. As it was, it took them ages to move towards the first step. He’ll probably have to wait for a day or two before he saw the glow every fairy male exuded after they claimed their mate. And then he'd make his move.

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Kalan intertwined their fingers as they walked through the line of trees. Dawn was only a few minutes away. The sky will brighten up with the arrival of another day soon. It was too soon, he thought. He wasn’t ready to part ways with her yet. Mystic let go of his hand as they walked closer to the house. She looked up at the window of the main house.

Kalan clenched his jaw, hating the fact that she was at the mercy of people who seemed to hate her. He wanted to ask her how she came to be there. But he didn’t want to ask her about something that might cause her pain. There was probably a story there that wasn’t pleasant. His mother was a slave after all. She probably didn’t choose to be where she found herself. It could be the same for Mystic too. He wanted to take her away from here. As soon as he was done with Lanarrie, he was going to ask him for her and her sister. He was the crown prince, surely he wouldn’t refuse him. He turned to Mystic to tell her that when Oren walked from behind the guesthouse.

“I have to go,” Mystic said as she saw him. Kalan grasped her hand and pulled her to him. He closed his eyes for a second as her scent filled his nostrils. He trailed kisses down her neck, breathing it in. She moaned as his teeth grazed her skin.

“Kalan,” Oren whispered from behind him. Kalan sighed and stepped away from her.

“I want to walk you back,” he said, taking a step towards the other side of the main house. She shook her head, pulling away. She took off at a run, disappearing behind the house. Kalan turned to Oren. They walked to the back of the guesthouse and got in through the window. Kalan made his way to the bed. Oren pulled him to a stop.

“What are you doing?” he asked, a worried look on his face. “I’ve never seen you like this. You’ve never been this reckless, even when Ruhiukar was acting out. What you’re doing will expose you.”

Kalan sighed and turned to him. “What do you think I’ve been trying to do? Going to her every night has helped me control him. I haven’t changed against my will ever since I started. All he wants right now, is for us to get closer to our mate. I can’t resist the feeling as much as he can’t,” Kalan said. He walked to the bed, and sat down.

“I can’t help but have a bad feeling about this. It doesn’t feel right somehow,” Oren said. “It’s strange that no one has noticed you going there.”

“They have,” Kalan said, looking up at him. “I felt Lanarrie’s presence a few days ago. When he didn’t say anything about it the next day, I guessed that he didn’t care. And besides, why should he? He treats her like a slave. I don’t think he’ll care what I do with her.”

“You think so?” Oren asked.

“Don’t look so worried. I’ll ask for her when we leave. He won’t refuse me. I’ll be his king soon enough.” He sounded arrogant, he knew, but he wasn’t above using his title to get what he wanted. And he wanted his mate. Oren nodded. He walked out the room , closing the door behind him. Kalan lay down, and closed his eyes. Mystic’s beautiful face swam in his mind, making him smile. She was the perfect mate for him. Even his monster was happy about her. For the first time, they agreed on something.

He couldn’t wait to make her completely his. Kalan groaned as his c**k hardened. f**k. She had felt so good against him as she sat in his lap. And her skin…was soft and tasted so sweet. Kalan groaned, wishing she was right there with him.

He’ll have her there…soon.

He opened his eyes, and watched the sun rise. Light filtered in through the curtain. He got up, and got ready for the day. He wished he didn’t have to spend hours cooped up in Lanarrie’s library learning about things he wouldn’t even use in his life. But he had to, even though he would rather spend his time with his mate. He wanted to get to know her, to find out what makes her tick, what made her laugh, and most of all he wanted to spend hours with her in his arms. But he had to wait for the blanket of night to touch her.

Kalan paused as he remembered the way she had looked up at the window of the main house. She was skittish about Lanarrie’s family knowing about them, which he understood. But… there was no reason to hide, especially with him. He was the fairy prince for goodness’ sake. Lanarrie would do anything he asked.

Maybe he should claim her before him.

No. Be patient. Don’t move too fast. That will scare her away, he warned deep inside him. Kalan nodded. He walked out of his room, and made his way to the sitting area where Oren was waiting for him. They made their way to the house. Kalan automatically looked for Mystic, but she wasn’t there. He worried a little when he didn’t see her.

“Make sure she’s okay,” he said to Kalan. He nodded. They made their way to the dining room where breakfast was already set up.

“Morning, Kalan,” Lanarrie said, giving him a look that Kalan couldn’t decipher before he looked away. Aria sat beside her father. This morning she wasn’t smiling dreamily at him like she did the other times. Kalan wondered what upset her.

They silently had their breakfast, and once they were done. Kalan walked to the library with Lanarrie while Oren made his way outside to make sure that Mystic was alright. He sighed, giving himself over to spending hours of the day reading through ancient texts, and listening to Lanarrie drone on and on about the different fairy kingdoms and their kings. Kalan half-listened to him as his mind drifted to the moment his lips first touched hers…

That had to be the best moment of his life. And he couldn’t wait to do it again.