Semua Bab The Hybrid King’s Bride: Bab 1 - Bab 6

I must have been a menace in my past life for the moon goddess to attach such an ill fate to me. The Alpha is on the dance floor with the Beta’s daughter, hands on her ass. I watch as one of his hands snakes underneath her dress and she crumples into his embrace. My blood boils. Alarms go off in my head and I could feel heat rush to my face. No. It can’t be—this feeling, this bond. If gazes could kill, that bimbo would already be dead. I stare on with lowered gaze, I don’t dare raise my head for fear that I might get hit by one of the guards. I watch as his hands move in motion between her hips and she lets out an audible moan, her manicured fingers squeezing his suit-clad shoulders. I can’t take it anymore, and against all logic, and the potential possibility of death. I scream. “Mate!” I clap a hand over my mouth, but it’s too late. The tray in my hands crashes to the floor, wine spilling everywhere. The entire hall goes still. Gasps ripple through the crowd as every

IVORY’S POV I feel something cool press against my temple and I moan, leaning further into it. “Are you awake?” The voice asks and I nod. I quickly shoot up into a sitting position and I regret it immediately as I begin to see stars. “Relax, if you move too fast you might pass out again.” I nod, waiting for my vision to clear before looking at the owner of the voice. I gasp as I struggle to kneel in the large vehicle, careful not to ruin the expensive looking leather seats. It’s the man the Alpha referred to as highness. “Uhm, I… I’m sorry.” Silence. Two hands drop to waist and I am hoist up into his arms, I gasp but I dare not move. My body already hurts from previous beatings. I shut my eyes tight enough that I begin to see patterns. The man holding me let’s put a sigh. “Open your eyes mi rosa, I won’t hurt you.” Somehow I believe him, I open my eyes and his knuckles come into view. It held a faint tinge of blood. “Look at me.” He lifts my head up by my chin and my

The past few decades, Selene has tried so desperately to ensnare my attention, weaving schemes with the patience of a spider. But fortunately, my wolf had no intentions of wanting to lay with her again, not after what she did. The memory of it still curdles my blood, a cold fury that even sixty-three years hasn’t thawed. She tried to forcefully conceive my child by drugging me with vervain during what I had foolishly believed was a moment of short pleasure. A calculated, desperate ploy to bind me to her forever. Fortunately, the poison only affected most of my vampire side, leaving the wolf in me lucid, disgusted, and utterly repulsed. “Get off my table, Selene, and cover up yourself.” My voice is a blade of ice, but it might as well be a dull spoon for all the effect it has. She remains in her provocative position, though the practiced, seductive smile on her face falters, cracking the mask of confidence she always wears. A heavy sigh escapes me, a sound that carries the weight