The Hybrid

chapter 3

Terrible spelling and stuff. I know.

My whole body ached. My head was throbbing. I cracked an eye open, expecting to be at the pack hospital after some accident or another. Instead, I was In the dark, a handsome man staring down at me. I frowned, causing my mouth to erupt in pain. I groaned in pain and opened the other eye. He placed a gentle finger on my lips, the slight pressure still enough send waves of fire from my mouth. I tried to move my hand to smack him away, but it felt like lead and wouldn't be moved.

He smiled at me, showing his straight, pearly whites and wicked looking fangs. My eyes widened in fear, and I tried to scramble away, but I couldn't move. He sighed and lifted a cup to my lips. I thought it was water, but it tasted sweater. I drank it all, and it eased the pain in my mouth, liberating my limbs a bit. I managed to sit up, and my mate stood, directing a man my way. My eyes locked on the man's dripping wrist, blood oozing out.

Then, I realized what was happening.

"No!" I protested.

The man offered the dripping wrist close to my face, but I couldn't jerk away, I was too transfixed. It smelled good, sweet, like the drink my mate gave me...

A male voice, but not my mate's, spoke. "It's okay, pup. It'll taste good. You won't hurt me."

I couldn't look away from the delicious blood. I felt my mate sit next to me and lightly grasp the back of my neck, gently guiding me forward and making cooing noises.

I suddenly realized, again, what was happening and yanked away, managing to scramble back on the... bed? I looked at my surroundings for the first time and found myself in a dilapidated house, on a musty bed, in clothes I had never seen before nor were even my size.

"Where are we? How did we get here? Who even are you!?"

I looked at my mate in fear and trepidation. He tried to reach for me, but I flinched away. I wanted his touch, but I didn't at the same time. He wanted me to become a vampire for crying out loud! He said nothing, just looking at me with sad red eyes. The other man wasn't actually looking at me. His gaze was averted.

I curled in on myself, burying my head in my knees. "I will not suck blood."

I felt a warm, sparky hand gently pet my head and heard shushing noises. I leaned into his touch and mumbled, "Why do you want me to be a vampire?"

There was a low, possessive growl next to my ear. It vibrated my being, and I actually enjoyed it as it enveloped me. It meant he was my mate. A warm breath fogged up my mind before a deep, husky whisper said one word,

"Mate."

My heart skipped a beat. He grabbed my hand and stole my pointer finger, and I looked up to watch him drag the tip along one of his fangs, eyes locked on mine.

"What are you?" I asked.

He pointed at me and then at his fangs.

I tried to interpret what he was trying to say, "You're a hybrid?"

He smiled brightly and pointed at me with two fingers.

"You want me to be one too?"

He smiled and kissed my hair. I looked down at my lap. Did I want to be a hybrid to be with my mate? No.

I spoke quietly, "I reject you as my mate."

He slid his hand up my back and then under my hair, brushing the nape of my neck. There were still sparks in his touch, even though I rejected him. There was no pain, as I expected, and I figured out why when his fingers brushed over that spot.