The Secret Hybrid Child

A Depraved Mother

Lucas and I awoke to Bart pounding on the door, he was irritated and had no problem telling Lucas to "go fuck himself" for us keeping the whole castle awake last night. Lucas actually looked like a contrite child as he took his scolding.
"Sorry Bart, I figured Rowan would settle things down, seems I owe you and Tristan an apology."
Bart huffed and waved his apology off
"No we understand why, and I'm sure we would do the same. But now I need you both to get dressed. Come to Rowans study, Tristan and I will be there, we can have breakfast and talk. There's some things you need to know."
The sadness that seeped from his words made my heart lurch. What could have happened to cause such sorrow. Lucas nodded, closed the door, and without having to say anything to me we both got dressed. I was in panties and a bra pulling my pants up when Lucas came to stand before me. As I stood up he traced the tattoo that solidified our mark and sighed.
"What's wrong?"
He just looked at me and smiled
"Never knew it could be this intense, now get dressed we need to find out what's going on ."
I scoffed and stuck my tongue out which was rewarded with his hand around my throat and pinning me to the wall. Soon I was breathing in short gasps as a Lucas looked at me.
"Never forget who you belong to, and as feisty as you are you WILL show me respect. And no you didn't disrespect me just now, but I want you to know when we are there in that room you will be respectful. There will be two powerful UNMATED males in there. Do not try me Dahlia, I will make you hurt."
He let go and I dropped almost a foot taking big breaths of air. This mans mood swings were starting to irritate me, I went to tell him off and then his eyes went black and his canines poked through.
"NOT THE TIME."
Seething I finished dressing and followed him to my fathers office. Rowan looked exhausted as did Tristan and Bart, but Rowan bristled at the tension between Lucas and I. Before he could say anything Tristan spoke
"If you keep swinging so wildly between moods Lucas your mate will leave you for someone far more stable."
Tristan looked at me and winked causing Lucas to growl and lunge for him. Rowan held out a hand and Lucas and Tristan both were thrown back. In a deathly whisper he said
"I have no patience for territorial bullshit, or snide remarks. Last night I had Tristan and Bart kill my grandson so I would think carefully about calming the fuck down before I rip both of your throats out."
He brought his hand down sharply and they both collided with the floor. I ignored the grunts coming from them and the snickering from Bart and walked towards my father. The word "grandson" echoed through my head.
"Explain"
Rowan glared at me as the word was forced through my gritted teeth. I could feel his power turn towards me to get me to submit but it was like a slight breeze against the irritation I held. Between Lucas and my father I would be the death of them both.
"We can play power games all day father, but I'm in no mood to deal with anyone's shit, now explain."
We stared at each other for a few very long moments,the tension in the room thick enough to see before he finally backed his power down and rubbed his face. I let my power down and heard Bart breathe as though in relief and when I looked back Bart, Tristan, and Lucas looked strained and as if they just completed a mile marathon.
"For fucks sake the next time you do that warn me, gods I feel as though every part of me has been squeezed and cracked."
Tristans voice was strained and pissed, all three guys were but I was brought out of my staring by Rowans next words
"You had an older brother."
I turned to face him, my eyes widening when the usage hit me..  had..
"What happened?"
My voice was a whisper as I sat down to listen to what my father had to say. Lucas came over picked me up, sat down and sat me in his lap, I growled at him to which he reacted by squeezing my hips hard enough to leave bruises. I stopped and let my full attention got back to my father.
"Your grandmother happened......
It was about 2-300 years ago, she must have felt him reach maturity and that somehow gave her strength to come back. It was just he and I, his mother died during childbirth. I kept him here knowing she would taint everything she could get her hands on. I tried to keep him here, but he was frustrated with the confines and snuck out one night....he had just turned 16."
He stopped and his eyes glazed over in pain
"He was gone for weeks, I looked everywhere, we all did"
He looked at Tristan and Bart who both wore saddened expressions.
"I never got the chance to tell him about your grandmother, how evil she was, how conniving, and cruel......she left him dead hanging by a pike outside the castle. She stood there so smug and when I went to attack her she was gone."
Silence plagued the room once again and I heard Lucas whine. I grabbed his hand and squeezed trying to relay some comfort.
"I searched for her, but she was hidden, the only reason I found her was because she attacked a witches sister while pregnant..."
"Wait pregnant by who.....by my brother? Her own grandchild?"
I was immediately sick to my stomach.
"Mothers depravity knows no bounds mutt, she lives only to please herself."
Tristans words dropped disgust and my father continued.
"We found her a month after she had my grandson....all three men here told me to kill him, that he was conceived in incest, damned. I didn't listen, Lucas killed mother and I stole away with my grandson thinking I could protect him.....I was wrong. He was around 20 when she came looking for him, hiding her new reincarnation until she could get to him. Again I let my guard down and she stole him. When she found out he was sterile she fucked his head up so bad he was no longer decent, just a disgusting animal like her."
He stopped and Bart told of how they found him, what he had done, how they argued again with my father to kill him.
"Why did you kill him last night?"
He looked at me for long moments before speaking
"Because if she failed to get to you she would try to use him to find my father. And that can not happen at any cost, even the lives of my kin."
The silence again, strained and deathly. Lucas' grip around me tightened and I looked at him to see Lars staring back at me.
"She is mine, your mother can not have her, will not have her. I will ruin this world if she touches a hair upon her head. SHE IS MINE!"
I tried to turn to face him but his grip on me was to tight, I had to assert enough power to break his hold to turn around. He was about to yell at me for using my powers but I sealed my lips to his. His growl shook the room and it took me a good 10 minutes to calm him down.
"Lucas you have to control your jealousy, you're starting to get ridiculous. No one is looking to touch her. Fuck everyone is afraid to look at her."
Tristan rolled his eyes at and Bart just laughed. Just then my phone went off, I was thankful for the distraction and I looked to see it was a video call from Karen. My happiness at seeing her face died immediately. Karen was bloodied and crying.
"Oh....Dahlia, they are all dead."
It took me a few moments to calm her down before she could tell me what happened a
"It-it was Doms Lunas birthday party and we were at the club. Jason, his Luna, Jeremy, me and Angel, Dom and his Luna a-and then h-h-he came in. Nobody knew who he was, we all  talked about how good looking he was and his aura......he started slaughtering everyone screaming your name. T-then he got closer to the table. Jason told the Lunas and me and Angel to run and we did........he caught up w-with us.......oh Dahlia he has killed everyone in the pack and....oh god he's found meee aaaaahhhhh."
I watched as the phone fell away and as the gorgeous man from my dreams smiled, covered in blood and ripped Karen's throat out.