The Hybrid Fairy King's Lost Mate

11 The Past: Finally! He claimed her.

His excitement was hard to contain. Lanarrie shot to his feet the minute the door closed behind Kalan. He muffled his scream of joy with his hands as he jumped up and down.

Finally!

He claimed her. His skin glowed like pearl under water. Lanarrie stopped dancing and walked to the door. He rushed to his room and packed a bag for his trip to the valley of fairies. There was no time to waste. He needed to get there as soon as possible.

“Father,” Lanarrie stopped what he was doing as Aria walked into the bedroom. She looked glum. And her eyes were puffy from crying. With all that, Lanarrie was not moved.

“What is it?” he asked as he turned to the closet. “If you’re here to talk about Kalan and Mystic. I don’t want to hear it. I told you what needs to happen and it has happened. All you have to do is wait for me to go to the valley of fairies.”

“When will their bond be broken?” she asked in a whiny tone that irritated Lanarrie to no end. He took a deep calming breath.

“I don’t know, that’s up to the seer and his powers,” he said as he stuffed his robes into his bag. Aria moved from one foot to the other. She sighed loudly, and walked to the bed. She sat down and stared at him.

“What?”

“What if it doesn’t work? Why do you trust the seer so much? What if he fooled you into bringing those two together?” Aria cried.

“Why would he? He’s not interested in politics. He lives in the valley of fairies and he’s never set foot in our kingdom. And besides, my family is the oldest family in the kingdom. We hold a certain power no other family has. And if you marry Kalan, and become his queen. We will be more powerful and respected,” Lanarrie said, stepping close to her. He pulled her to her feet and stared down at her. “Stop being ruled by your emotions. Your jealousy is making you blind to the bigger picture. He’ll be yours, that’s what I promised you. All you have to do is wait.”

She scrunched her face. “I can’t stop thinking about them together. I can still hear her screams of pleasure as he claimed her. I could barely sleep last night.”

Lanarrie closed his eyes. He heard them too. He sighed. “It’s part of the plan. Don’t forget that.”

Aria reluctantly nodded. Lanarrie let her go and finished packing. He picked up his bag, and walked to the door. He turned to her before he walked out. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

Aria walked to him, a tear rolled down her cheek. “Please make sure it works. I don’t want to lose him, father,” she said, wiping her tears. Lanarrie took her hand, and pulled her to him. He felt bad for her. Even though he knew she should be stronger and face this situation with the class and dignity of a highborn lady, he knew it must be hard for her. Aria believed with her whole heart that Kalan was hers. And he was to blame for that. From a very young age, he told her stories about the fairy prince with white hair who would belong to her, and make her the queen of their kingdom. She grew up knowing that Kalan was her mate, and he would one day come for her. And she fell in love with the fairy prince before she even met him. It couldn’t be easy to watch him with another female – to hear him f**k her and claim her when he should be doing those things to her.

Lanarrie sighed. He held her close for a few minutes. “He’ll be yours. I promise you. Have patience. Everything is going as planned.”

She nodded, and then stepped away from him. She still looked sad.

“Will you walk me outside,” Lanarrie said, taking her hand. He was going to make his journey on foot, because he didn’t want to leave any trace that he was ever in the valley of fairies. Aria walked him outside.

“I’ll be back. Don’t tell anyone where I went,” he said, letting go of her hand. She nodded, and returned to the house. Lanarrie walked to the gate. He took off at top speed, disappearing into the trees that boarded the road in front of his gate. Even though he wasn’t the fairy he was in his younger days, he was still strong and agile. His muscles stretched as he increased his speed. He lifted his face to the sun, loving the rush of air against his skin as he ran faster. He suddenly stopped as he remembered something.

Shit… he patted down his robes. He forgot the vial. He groaned, turning to look in the direction he came. He was a little further from the house. And besides, he couldn’t go back for it. He didn’t want to waste any time, just in case their bond grew. He could go without his precious ambrosia for a day or two, Lanarrie thought.

He took off on a run again, heading for the valley of fairies. It took him a few hours to get there. The beauty of the valley always managed to take his breath away. It was beautiful. If he didn’t have his name to uphold, he would have moved here a long time ago. But as it was, he couldn’t leave the legacy his family had built for centuries. But the allure of the valley was still there. It was shrouded in darkness, but lights were hung in trees lighting up the area, creating a mystical feel that the fairy in him responded to. He could feel the humming of magic beneath his feet. Blinking lights flew all around him as if to welcome him. Lanarrie stared at the houses in the distance. He made his way there. He passed a few houses before he came to the one that belonged to the seer. His house was surrounded by a white picket fence. He had a quint house. Lanarrie opened the gate and walked to the door. He knocked and waited for it to be opened.

The door was opened a few minutes later. And the seer came into view. He stared at him with fear-filled eyes. Lanarrie paused confused. He took in his long brown hair and handsome face despite the scare that ran from his left eye to the corner of his mouth. He didn’t look hurt or anything.

What could be the cause of that look in his eyes? Lanarrie asked himself.

“Come in,” he said with a gulp. Lanarrie cautiously looked into the house before stepping in. “This way,” he said, pointing deeper into the house. Lanarrie walked through the kitchen and to the sitting area. He came to a stop when he realised that there was someone else there.

He recognised the face of the male immediately. He was the brother to the king, Myalagin. Lanarrie’s heart clenched in his chest as fear stabbed him at the sight of the male.

Fuck. His fingers clutched his bag close…as it became clear that he’d just been caught.

“Don’t look so scared,” Myalagin said, getting to his feet. “Mason didn’t tell you that I’m the one who brought you here.”

Say what?

Lanarrie looked from the seer to Myalagin.

“I don’t…” he shook his head. Fear swirled inside him.

“Of course, he didn’t tell you. He likes keeping things to himself,” Myalagin said, turning to the seer. “Something about not wanting to change the future, isn’t that right, Mason?”

“What you’re doing here is wrong,” he said, not moving from his spot.

“There are a lot of things wrong in the world. But I don’t see it stopping from spinning. It goes on. And so will Kalan and the werewolf girl you refuse to show me,” Myalagin said with a flare of his nostrils.

“What she looks like is not important since she will be out of Kalan’s life as of tonight. That’s what you cared about anyway; breaking their bond. You shouldn’t care what she looks like. I won’t let you hurt her more than that.”

Myalagin laughed. “I won’t kill her if that’s what you’re worried about. Besides, if I wanted to see her I could have easily visited Lanarrie’s home and saw her for myself. I don’t really need your abilities.”

“You wouldn’t have recognised her as Kalan’s mate even if you went there,” Mason said with blazing eyes.

“You concealed her from me?”

“Of course, I did. I won’t allow you to hurt an innocent girl, because you want to end your brother’s bloodline by killing Kalan’s mate. If you want your brother’s throne, you’ll have to work for it.”

Myalagin took a threatening step towards Mason, but he stopped when Mason lifted his hand. He gulped, his eyes going wide in fear. But he blinked it away. “You won’t. You owe me, remember? You can’t hurt me with your magic.”

Mason dropped his hand. He finally moved to the couch. He sighed as he sat down. “Let’s get this over and done with. It’s going to take days and both our power to break their bond.”

What was going on here?

Lanarrie stared from one fairy to the other. The tension between them was thick and terrifying. Their magic crackled in the room, leaving static in the air. He clutched his bag close, wishing he could turn around and run back home. He shouldn’t be here, listening to what Myalagin planned to do to their king.

This was treason. And he wanted no part of it. If the king found out. They were all dead. He was trying to be part of the royal family, not die. He took a step back. Aria was right. He shouldn’t have trusted the seer.

Now, he was in some deep s**t, he didn’t even understand.

“Where are you going,” Myalagin asked, turning to him. Lanarrie froze in place. “You’re not going anywhere. You have to finish what you’ve started. Sit.”

Lanarrie moved forward and sat down. Myalagin came to stand beside the couch he sat on.

“What do you want me to do?” Myalagin asked, as he stared at Mason.

“I’m going to need all the power I can get, since we’re doing this all the way from here. Take his hand, and draw from Lanarrie, and I’ll do the rest,” Mason said, taking Myalagin’s hand. And Myalagin took his. He gasped as all his strength drained from his veins.

“You have to be strong. You’re doing this for your daughter,” Myalagin said above him. Lanarrie clenched his jaw as he tried hard not to pass out. Mason closed his eyes for a few seconds, and then he shook his head, opening them.

“You are aware of the fact that Kalan is a hybrid, right?” Mason said, staring at Myalagin.

“And?”

“There is nothing stronger than a bond between mates.”

“Are you saying you can’t break their bond,” Myalagin asked, squeezing Lanarrie’s hand. He winced, but said nothing.

“I’m saying things might not go the way we planned. Magic can only do so much, it cannot fight against fate,” he said.

“They will go as I planned,” Myalagin said as he closed his eyes. He chanted something under his breath. Lanarrie tried to listen but he was speaking too fast, and Mason was speaking over him too. He groaned as his limps felt heavy and sore. The room turned cold and dark as they continued to chant.

Hours went by, and they kept at it. Lanarrie’s head fell to his chest. He felt so exhausted, he didn’t think he could go on.

But the two fairies didn’t stop. They went on and on.