The Hybrid Queen Unedited

Elijah held me down, his strong hands trying to calm me and Amilia was at my other side, trying to speak to me, telling me to hold still. But I couldn’t. I had to get away from this man. How could Elijah not know? I watched as Larson came at me but I struggled against him. I struggled like my life depended on it. How could he even be here? As soon as he touched me, I snapped at him, my sharp teeth coming out fast and deadly. Elijah pulled me back roughly. “Faye! What has gotten into you?” he demanded. I ignored him. I was too worried about the threat before me. Amilia was looking between Larson and myself. She had a puzzled look on her face. “Elijah!” He ignored her and I struggled as best I could against his hold on me. Larson reached for me once more, a second needle in his hand. “NO! NO!” I screamed. I knew what the others were seeing, what they were thinking. A wolf afraid of needles. That was hardly the case. Larson’s hand was about to close in around me and that was when I broke free of Elijah and my hand shot out and gripped Larson around the neck, lifting him off his feet as I stood. Elijah gripped my arm and tried to get my attention. Amilia just looked up at me in amazement. I did not blame her. I was surprised myself. “Faye, what is this about?” Elijah demanded as Larson finally realized who I was.“Tamit!” he gurgled. “How are you even here? I was told you would be spending your life at the pound until he came for you!”

I glare at him now. “Who?” I demanded. “Who told you this? Who is coming for me?”

Larson gasped. “I can not say! Please, he will kill me!”

I gripped him tighter. “I will kill you myself, right now, if you do not speak!” I said, shaking him.

Elijah shot him a sharp glance. “You know him?” he demanded. I never took my eyes off of Larson. “He was the so-called “doctor” at the pound!” I said. There were thunderous growls around me. The pack did not like this news. “He is the one who came up with our... treatments!” Elijah glared at the doctor now. “You came here a month before Faye did. Now I am beginning to think you are not who you say you are!” he snapped at him. “Who are you working for?”I tighten my grip on him. “Speak!” I growled at him. Amilia stepped around her brother. “Faye, he is human!” she reminded me. “Be careful!”I ignored her. How could she be defending him right now? I resisted the urge to look at her. Deep down I knew she was right. All I really had to do was flock my wrist to the right and he would die of a broken neck. No. If he was going to die, he would have to suffer. “Faye,” Elijah said calmly. I could not resist him. His voice alone drew me in. I looked up at him, my fingers still tight around Larson’s neck. Elijah was watching me, his eyes focused on mine. “I am giving you the free go on this. He is the one who hurt you. You get to decide what to do with him. No one here will stop you,” he told me. I was surprised that he was letting me decide what to do with this scum. I looked back down at Larson, who was still looking at me in terror. The thought of killing him came back to mind. I wanted him dead. Flashes of the first night I had met him plagued me now. He had placed a silver plate against my back, saying he would like to see how long I was able to endure the pain. He should suffer the same pain I had. For now at least.

“Take him to a cell. Strip his shirt off and waterboard him until he is ready to talk!” I ordered.

Collin stepped up and grabbed Larson from me.

“Please, Yansa!” he pleased.

I shrug my shoulders. “If you are ready to talk, then do so!” I told him.

Larson’s bottom lips quivered. He sobbed and sank his head. I nodded to Collin who dragged him away without another word. Elijah turned me to face him, his hands going to my face. “Your nose is still bleeding,” he told me as he began to wipe at my face with a folded towel. I sighed and looked around and everyone was staring at me. Elijah shook his head, making me look at him again. His eyes were dark now, if that was even possible. “Forget them! Go get cleaned up. I will be in your room in an hour,” he told me. He nodded to Amilia to escort me back and then placed a soft kiss on my head and turned to leave. I tried to walk, but my legs were stiff. I looked up at Amilia and she warped an arm around me and helped me back to the jeep.“You did great, by the way,” she told me. I looked up at her. “Are you kidding me? I was scared shitless the entire time,” I laughed at her. Amilia laughed with me. “Well, if that is true, you had everyone here fooled. Including my brother!” she told me.“And that is almost impossible to do!”

We both laughed as she helped me into the Jeep. I was looking forward to being alone with Elijah. I had to ask him what I should do with Larson. I had the feeling Larson knew more than he was letting on. I planned on knowing what it was that he was hiding from me. And then, I would rip his throat out.

***

Once back in my room, I showered and dressed myself in a simple tank top and sleep shorts. I pulled my wet hair into a bun and sat at my bed, waiting for Elijah to show. It was not long before he knocked on my door. I jumped off of my bed and skipped over to the door. I fumbled with the lock for a moment before I was able to open the door. Elijah stood there, in a black wife beater and a pair of low riding sweatpants, his hair still wet from his shower. He did not wait for me to invite him in. He stepped in, closed and locked the door behind him. When he turned to face me his eyes roamed my body. I gulped.I knew what he was thinking. Yet I was sure I was not ready for that just yet. If he wanted to mark me, he would have to mate me. I needed time. He knew that. And now he knew why. Elijah stepped up to me, his hands snaking around my hips, holding me to him. “I am so proud of you, Faye!” he whispered as he leaned down and touched his lips to my neck. I sighed in content as his lips worked magic on my skin. “Honestly, I do not feel like I should be getting any praise right now,“I told him. Elijah pulled back from me and looked at me. “And why is that?” he asked me, clearly confused by my words. I sighed. It was so crazy.

“Forget it!” I tell him. “It’s silly, anyway.” I try and turn away from him but he holds me in place. “Tell me,” he said. “You need to learn to trust me. I am your Mate. Your King. So you have to tell me,” he said, his tone playful. I sighed. “OK... honestly I thought you would be mad at me for not telling you about my power!” I said. Elijah watched me as I spoke. When I was done he laughed at me. I pulled away from him. “How is this funny?” I demanded. He smiled and cleared his throat. “Faye, I already knew of your powers. I know the memory must be so dim now, but you pulled that on me when we were kids,” he reminded me. I blink. I had no memory of this. “You don’t remember?” he asked me. I shake my head. “No, I’m sorry,” I said. Elijah shook his head. “Don’t be. I am just glad you know how to defend yourself. You know how to fight. Now we just need you to be healthy,” he said as he ran his fingers across my collarbone. I shivered and stepped away from him. Elijah froze, looking down at me. “Did I do something wrong?” he asked me. I shake my head. “No,” I said. I was not sure why I was pulling away from him. “No, you are perfect! I guess I am just tired?” I said but it came out more as aquestion. Elijah nodded. “I am not pressuring you for anything,” he reminded me. I sighed. “I know. I want to. I just need time,” I told him. Elijah nodded and held his hand out to me. I leaned back into him and he guided me over to the bed. He laughed as he sat down. “What?” I asked him, an amused smile on my face. “You were really hot when you were giving orders and taking control like that! You will be a wonderful and powerful queen someday,” he said and I blushed. “My mate was sexy!”“Stop!” I giggled.

I suddenly remembered something that had been bothering me before I had even fought with Summer. I sighed and looked back at my beautiful and sexy King. “Elijah, I have a favor to ask,” I tell him. He was playing with a stray strand of my hair when I spoke. “Yes, Love?”I grabbed his hand from my hair. “I need to go back,” I said and let out a small sigh.“Go back?” he asked me. I nodded. “Yes. I have to see my pack house. Something keeps telling me that I can find some answers there!” I tell him. Elijah sighed. “I have Pack meetings coming up soon and then there are events that will be taking place soon. Perhaps after?” he asked me. I sighed. “How soon is after?” I asked him. Elijah shrugged. “In about three months or so,” he admitted. Three months? Could I wait that long? First, I knew I had to get answers from that Vamp and from Larson. There were things they knew that I needed to know. Elijah touched my lip. “I know you want to go back, Love. But we can’t right now,” he said firmly. His face closed like a door and I knew there was no point in pressing the matter. I reached up and touched his cheek. He closed his eyes at my touch and I smiled. “I am ready for bed,” I tell him. Elijah nodded and got up from the bed and walked to the door. He looked back at me and then walked back to me, almost flinging himself at me and pressed his lips to my forehead. “Goodnight, my Queen,” he whispered. I smiled at him. “The same to you, My King,” I whispered back. He stopped suddenly and turned back to face me. I sit back up and look at him.

Elijah watched me. “You want to go back?” he asked me. His voice had gone cold and he looked away. I cocked my head to the side. Here we go again with the hot and cold. “Elijah, it’s not-”Elijah wrenched the door open. “No need to tell me. If you wish to go that bad, I will not stop you. You have my permission to leave. It is not like you ever planned on staying here anyway, right?” he snapped at me and slammed the door behind him. I stared at my bedroom door. What the hell had just happened? He was angry at me? For what? It was not like I had rejected him! I felt my heart sink. But I had. I just had rejected him. He wanted me here with him and not off traipsing around looking for answers, answers I may never find. Hell, I wanted to be here with him, yet I could not stop myself from feeling that I needed to go back to Vancouver. It would be a long journey. I needed supplies and I needed a car. I sighed. I needed all the things I no longer had. The thought of leaving Elijah filled me with sorrow. Did he not understand I would be back? Did he not understand how much I needed him? I shake my head. How had this happened? I hardly knew Elijah, yet the thought of leaving him was killing me. Even if it was just for a few days. I grumbled and pushed those feelings aside. I had to do this. There may be something I had missed before. Then an idea came to me. Was it possible for me to do an astral project that far? It would be safer and Elijah would not have to worry. I sighed. I had used a lot of power today and I knew I was weak. Perhaps I should speak to him about it? I glance at my phone. I had been sitting here, my head spinning around for over an hour and a half. It was one thirty in the morning. Would he even be awake? I sighed and grabbed the silk robe hanging in my bathroom and made my way to his room. I wandered the halls, sniffing here and there yet I was unable to find his room or his scent. I sighed and glanced up and down the hall. No one was in sight.

I turned and leaned against the wall, closing my eyes and clearing my head of all thoughts, all but Elijah. I could see him now. He was in his room, just as I thought he would be. He was standing by the window, a glass of dark scotch in his hand. He was looking out at the full moon, the pale light of the moon making his pearl like skin glow. He growled suddenly and turned to face me. I knew he was unable to see me unless I wanted to be seen. He sniffed the air and closed his eyes, as if he was content.

That was when I was snapped back into my body, slamming back into my shell. I growled and rubbed my head. My nose was bleeding again. Odd. That had never happened before today. I find a bathroom on my way to Elijah and wash the blood off of my face and hands. No need to have him worry over nothing. As soon as I was done I walked back out into the hallway and stopped dead in my tracks and I felt the blood drain from my face. The hallway was dark, lined with red carpet and dim candle light. Yet this is not what made me stop. There was a man staring at me through the window. I knew his face. His eyes were bright blue, like mine, his raven black hair, peppered with gray strands and his face had grim lines that used to be full of smiles and laughter. I took a step toward the window. I knew what I was seeing was impossible for two reasons.First, the face was on the outside of the window and I was currently on the second floor. And second, my father was dead. He had died that night, along with Elijah’s father and my mother and the rest of my Pack. I took a step closer, the dim lighting casting a glare on the window pane. The face vanished. I stepped back quickly, trying to see the face again, but it was gone. I knew what I had seen. I was sure of what I had just seen. My father’s face in the window. He had been there. I walked up to the window and pushed it open. We were indeed on the second floor and there was no possible way for anyone to come up to this window.

I stood there a moment, gazing down at the dark grounds. I could see someone walking around the pond, patrolling the grounds. I sighed and rubbed my face with my hands, trying to calm myself and work up the nerves to speak to him. I sighed, turning to be on my way to look for him. I was sure he would reject and hate me for this. I might as well be on my way back to the pound tonight. I frowned and tried not to do too much about that.