A Hybrid's Hunger

Chapter 59

Chapter 59

I don't have any knowledge about it. I didn't even think about it until a couple of nights ago during one of our intimate activities. It was only then that it clicked in my mind. Could I carry a hybrid's child? What would it be? A vampire? A werewolf? Another hybrid?

"I suppose you could," She says in an unsure tone, but it doesn't do any justice to me. "Though, you can only carry a child after Zade has marked you."

"And what will the baby be?"

A smile stretches on her lips, "Who knows, really? That is a mystery that can be answered if the day comes. But a hybrid baby is a very rare phenomenon, Aurora. I became pregnant with Zade after years and years of nothing. It was sudden, out of nowhere. And it was something that neither of us expected to happen. But we were happy nonetheless."

There's a gleam in her eyes and her face brightens up with a soft glow.

"And how was he? His father?"

"He was truly the happiest in this world when he learned that I was expecting. He loved Zade, very much and he still does to this very day. I often spoke about him during my rest, and he listened to all of it with a smile on his face."

Her rest—the rest I pulled her out from.

"How is it like when you go to rest? Is it peaceful?" I ask, not able to resist.

Martha's expression softens as a smile curves onto her lips, "It is a great feeling, especially being with Zade's father. It is truly peaceful. I've no worries and no one bothers me. Over there, it's just my husband and I, no one else. We get to do whatever we wish."

"That must be great. I'm sorry for dragging you out of it," I apologize but she doesn't accept.

"You did the right thing. I was meant to come back here, even if it was for a little while and I'm glad that you pulled me out when you did. I had to see Zade after spending years away from him and that wouldn't have been possible if you hadn't done it." She tells me.

I sigh with relief and nod.

She reaches back into the glass of blood and takes another sip of it. I bite down on the inside of my cheek while wondering more. A part of me is relieved that I can't carry a child right now, as Zade hasn't marked me, nor has the intention to. My eyes linger over the blood Martha drinks, and I wonder the kind of vampire she was before she went to rest.

After drinking, she looks up at me and catches me staring. The corner of her lips tilt upwards and a smile grows on my face. She lowers the glass onto the coffee table in front of us.

"I know what you're thinking." She says, looking straight into my eyes.

I raise a brow at her and tilt my head a little. "What am I thinking?"

"You're wondering about what I'm like as a vampire. Correct?"

I blink in surprise but nod. "How did you—"

"It's one of the perks of being a vampire. But to answer your question, no, I never craved for my mate's blood. Even though Zade's father was always willing to offer me his blood, I never drank from him. The sole thought of hurting him suppressed my hunger and desire for blood. It didn't control me."

"It didn't?"

"Bloodlust is like a curse. There is a constant battle in our heads and that is what can lead a vampire astray, to their bloodlust and cause great harm, a death, even. What Zade feels for you is more than a curse. It is so much stronger, so powerful that it can control him easily, which is why it's harder for him, especially if he's around you. It was only this one thing that has kept me worried." She reveals, and I find myself listening intently.

Zade has been controlling himself for me. All this time.

"So you never desired your mate's blood?"

"No, dear, I never did. But I did crave the fresh blood of many werewolves throughout time," She admits without batting an eye. "It was never Zade's father though. Never."

Martha stands up from her seat and walks near to the window. I remain seated, lost in my thoughts for a few minutes. All of this makes me wonder why Zade only craves for my blood. Why does he feel that? Is it because he's half of both breeds?

"Aurora," She calls out my name and snaps me out of my thoughts. "Do you think you'll be fine here? Do you feel safe? Or is there something that scares you?"

My gaze drifts over to her and I meet her eyes. I don't hesitate to respond to her. "I feel good with Zade, I feel safe."

Her eyes study me carefully as if she's trying to read my mind, to see if I'm actually telling the truth. And I am. I'm not scared of Zade, or what he'll do. I trust him.

"If you truly feel that, I suppose I should rest for a while more."

"But you just returned."

"Yes, but there's nothing for me here except for Zade and I have a whole eternity with him. I might as well go rest for a few more years while he's still here, with you. But I'll not leave if you don't want me to, Aurora. If you're scared, even a little, I'll be here with you and I'll look to anything that bothers you." She offers.

She nears me and sits back down while waiting for my response.

"You can rest for however long you want and don't worry. I'll be fine, and Zade will be too. There's nothing I'm scared about. I trust him." I tell her, reassuring her worries.

Martha's shoulders relax as her eyes meet mine. "Well, I'm happy that Zade has finally found you again. He was broken without you, and it nearly broke me to see him like that. But he's happy now, so different and I'm glad about it." Her hand reaches my shoulder and she gives me a tight squeeze.

The following evening, Martha goes to rest after taking her last sip of blood during dinner. It's so fascinating to see it all, a little sad even. She laid back into the same casket I had pulled her out from. And now, she's back in there, resting.

I glance at Zade who's a little quiet. His fingers curl around mine as he watches his mother go. A soft sigh leaves his throat and he holds me closer to him. Once she's inside, the lid is closed and sealed shut. It takes a while for a vampire to begin desiccating after going to rest, maybe weeks. It depends on each person. But for now, Martha looks just like she's sleeping.

"You okay?" I ask Zade, squeezing his fingers.

He doesn't respond to me, his gaze is still stuck on the coffin in front of us. I rest my head on his shoulder and wait for a response. After a few minutes, he lets out a sigh and wraps his arm around me.

"Yeah, I'm fine. She'll return, eventually." His voice lowers.

Until then, it's just us and Estella.

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