The Hybrid

Chapter 12

'ɪ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ!'

Theo's wolf almost but howled in his head, the Alpha continued to stare at Grace, his jaw clenching and relaxing as he took in the sight of her, naked and exposed to the elements yet all he could think of was burying his cock deep in her cunt until she screamed but this wasn't the place for it. Not on these lands.

Letting go of the reins he quickly tore his gaze from her only to grab the blanket off the saddle and began walking over towards her. His wolf howling in anticipation to be so close to his Luna again. For centuries he pined for her and this was something he never thought would happen again.

Shaking the blanket he moved to stand before the small woman, arms moving over her as he placed the blanket over her head and shoulders; creating a make shift hood. His hands gently brushed down her part exposed arms, his body instantly relaxing from feeling her and it seemed Grace relaxed too.

Callous digits moved to gently take hold of her chin and tilted her head backwards in order to look at her features. The sharpness of her green orbs instantly striking into his dark soul, setting light to an ember he had almost forgotten about, watching how her plump brims curved up and exposed her perfectly shaped pearly whites made his cock throb, she was still beautiful as the day he last saw her.

"You're still breathtaking as ever, Iubirea mea"

His deep voice rumbled as he continued to stroke her chin softly. Her optics tracing his golden ones, never leaving them as her left hand moved to gently brush over his stubbled cheek. A low rumble rose through the male as his other arm instantly wrapped around her small waist and yanked her against him, allowing his nose to nuzzle against her temple.

"mi-a fost dor de tine"

"𝓘 𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾"

Grace whispered to him, closing her eyes at the sensation of his nose, inhaling his scent once again, it had been so long yet it seemed like it was just yesterday since she was taken away from it.

Technically it was only yesterday for Grace and she didn't realise how time had gone by, she was in a new world that she didn't know. Theo hummed quietly, vibrating her small frame before slowly pulling away.

"Let's go before you catch your death, Grace..—"

He lowered his arm to wrap his forearm around the back of her legs and scooped her up before placing her on the saddle, the horse tapping the ground and shaking his head a couple of times.

"Easy, Monte..–"

Theo patted the side of the horse who turned his head and nudged Theo almost in a way to communicate.

"No one but me has ridden him..–"

Theo explained as he hooked his foot into the stirrup and swung himself onto the back of the saddle, his hands moved in front to grasp the reins, trapping Grace against his chest.

"He's beautiful...–" She whispered as she stroked the plaited hair on its nape, causing the horse to whinny and Theo dug his heels in and turned to the right, leading the horse back in the direction they came from.

They had to get off the Lands before any other vampire found them trespassing, Theo would do anything to protect the woman who sat in front of him and he would break any treaty to keep her safe but he wanted her off the lands where they claimed she was an abomination.

She didn't need to know what the world now thought of her.