The Hybrid

Chapter 7

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My life has descended into chaos. That was all I can think as my mate pet me after I just drank from him and most of the adults in my pack. I refused to break down into tears again. Instead, I calmly pushed away from him and stood, ducking my head so my hair fell over my face. I walked to my room, the crowd parting for me.

My mate tried to reach for me, but I yanked out of his reach and snarled at him. He took the hint and stayed behind. I went to my room, feeling groggy and flopped on my bed, covering my face with my arms. I felt empty. I hated my mate but I wanted him at the same time.

How dare he? Was my last thought before I fell asleep.

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I awoke to screaming. I was screaming, I knew, not because I could feel it, but because my body was thrumming in pain. Something clasped around my wrists, holding them to the bed. I arced in pain, my chest hitting a much more defined one as something else held my legs down. I writhed in utter pain and ended up freeing an arm and hitting the person who'd been trying to hold me down, making him get off. I opened my eyes, only for more pain to shoot in from those portals as light, painful, dreadful light filled my vision. I rolled off the bed and hit the floor, only whimpering now as I got into the shade under the bed. My entire body still hurt, but the pain was less on the outside, more on the inside now. My muscles felt like they were spasming and twitching and burning.

A face came into my view, my brother.

"Hey, Syd. The half vamp dude said your transition is almost done, but you're gonna be in pain for the next twenty four hours or so. And you might start sweating blood. We were trying to hold you down so you wouldn't hurt yourself."

I nodded, whimpering, "Light hurts."

His eyes saddened. "Oh, Syd. I'm so sorry."

He offered his hand, and I held it, not caring if my mate was feeling my closeness with another male. He was my brother, I loved him much more than my silent, hot, infuriating mate.

I drifted in and out of awareness from there on. Sometimes the pain was bearable, but other times it felt like someone stuck me on a spit and plunged me into a raging inferno. Apparently, halfway through I started begging for my mate, so the next time I woke up, he was holding me to his chest, still under my bed.

How his broad frame fit down there, I have no earthly idea. I was in a time of lesser pain, so I had the mental capacity to talk.

"You did this to me," my voice came out in a hoarse whisper.

He buried his face in my sweaty shoulder and whimpered.

"Can't you even say 'I'm sorry'?"

He shook his head slightly, holding me tight.

I closed my eyes and started to drift off again, mumbling, "Terrible mate."

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The next time I was coherent, I somehow found myself in a cell, splayed across my mate's chest as he slept on the cot. I felt his chest rise and fall in a steady rhythm. I moved my head to look at his face and found him sleeping, his handsome face seemingly innocent.

How in the world did we end up down here?

I moved around to they to get off of him, and before I realized what was happening, he had me flipped onto my back, pinning me to the bed and strangling me. My eyes widened in horror as i tried to grasp at his vise-like grip on my throat. His blood red eyes were deadly, his brows drawn together in anger, and... was that fear?