The Hybrid Queen Unedited

The first thing that happened was that I was in Elijah’s arms and out in the hallway before I really understood what was going on. The second was that the Vamp was screaming at the top of her lungs. It was long and drawn out. She gurgled a little and then her scream was cut off abruptly. Elijah walked me back to my room, his hand on my shoulder the whole time. “How did she get in here?” I whispered. I could not bring myself to speak louder. “I don’t know,” he said, as we walked. His voice was tight and husky. He was not pleased.I wanted to ask more questions but I could not bring myself to do so. “Faye?” he whispered. I looked up at him as we walked, turning the corner to the hallway leading to my room. He did not look at me. He was looking straight ahead, his face smooth and impassive. His eyes however were what caught my attention. Green as the forest that surrounded this beautiful manor, there was also stress and fear behind them. I sighed before I spoke. “Yes?”He did not look at me. His jaw was tight and his eyes were cold. “Are you hurt?” his voice came out gentle and concerned. I knew the cut on my arm was already healed. It would be gone by morning. I swallow the lump in my throat. “She cut me but I will be fine. It is already healed,” I answer him.

We had reached my room and we stopped. I looked away from him now, my mouth dry . I did not want him to leave. I wanted him to stay with me and never leave. It was odd. I should not feel like this about someone I had just met even if he was supposed to be my mate. Elijah turned to look at me, his eyes here luminous in the dim lighting of the torch lit hallway. His eyes were so penetrating. It was hard to hold his gaze. I looked down at my feet and fumbled with the hem of my shirt. Should I tell him that I had imprinted on him? Did he already know? I bit my lip. Why did this have to be so difficult? I had something good going here. I did not want to risk getting kicked out or worse, getting sent back to the pound. Being reminded of the promise I had made myself about ever going back to the pound made me shiver. I would run away if I could, before I went back there. Elijah was King. He would have the best of the best when it came to his hunters and trackers. I looked up when I saw him move. “May I see?” he asked me. I blinked. “I’m sorry, see what?” I asked him. I was not sure what he wanted.Elijah smiled at me. “Your arm,” he answered. He did not wait for me to answer. He pulled my robe off my shoulder just enough to see the now dried blood on my skin. I watched his eyes become cold and dark. Running his fingers over my skin, I watched his face in the dim light of the torch lit hallway. He was not pleased with the blood on my skin. I could tell that much. Elijah sighed before he replaced the robe back on my shoulder. I bit my lip again. The feeling of his skin on mine was nice. It bothered me that we were no longer touching. I watched him as he sighed, watching me, a frustrated look on his face. His had come up to my face, unlocking my bottom lip from my teeth. His face was puzzled, like he was trying to do a hard math problem or something. His other hand came up to my face, caressing my cheek, his thumb gliding over my now tender lip. He must know. He had to.

Yet he did not seem mad. He did not seem like he understood what was going on either. As his touch lingered on me, a dull fire awoke inside me. It was the same fire I had felt this morning when I had shifted and Elijah had come across me on the clearing behind the Manor. At that moment I wanted him to kiss me. But that was crazy, right?I knew he was my mate, but did he know he was mine? Did he know we were meant to be together? Elijah took a step closer to me, taking a deep breath. And my stupid ass stepped away from him. Lucky for me he did not seem to care much. He stepped with me and my back hit my door. He leaned in, his face nuzzled into the side of my neck, inhaling deeply. I could feel his hot breath on my chilled skin, my heart racing. I held as still as I possibly could. Then, ever so lightly, his lips pressed to skin, is the briefest of moments. His hands still on my face, he leaned in, inhaling deeply. He seemed so in control of himself. I was hardly keeping it together. I wanted to push him away yet at the same time the thought of doing so was impossible to me. I had been through hell at the pound. The things that had happened there... I shuddered. “Do you want me to stop?” he rasped at me. I gazed up at him as he leaned away slightly. Stop? No! I did not want that! What did I want? I didn’t even know. He was so close now, I could feel the heat of his breath fan my cheeks. I could taste his breath on my lips. Before I could do or say anything, he dropped his hands to my shoulders and bowed his head away from me. My heart was pounding so hard I was sure it was going to burst from my chest. His hands were tight on my shoulders but not tight enough to hurt me. “Faye, I’m so sorry,” he whispered. He rested his head on my shoulder for a moment. I am not sure what made me do it. My body did not seem my own anymore. My hands came up and warped around him. Elijah sighed aloud and warped his arms around me, holding me. My chest was about to burst, it was almost painful, this odd pleasure. I did not want him to stop.

That is when I felt his lips crush down on my neck for the second time,this time with more force. Pleasure erupted deep from within me and the butterflies I had been keeping trapped in my stomach, flooded to my chest with that simple touch. He was hard and gentle at the same time. I felt my heart contract almost painfully. Was he going to mark me? Did I want him to mark me?Elijah sighed, his lips moving on my skin. I felt my eyes close for a moment as his tongue swept across my skin. This was doing things to me that I had never felt before. He was holding me against his chest, his arms around me now. I was not sure how much longer I would be able to stand here and not go crazy. Because that was what he was doing. He was driving me crazy. “You taste divine,” he mumbled against my skin. I swallowed. “Perhaps we should stop?” I asked him. Elijah lifted his head from my neck and looked at me, his lips slightly parted, his canines peeking out from his lips. I could see it in his eyes how turned on he was. It was nice yet unsettling to know that I had this effect on him. “Leave it at just a taste for now?” I watched the lust and excitement fade from his eyes. “If that is what you want?” he asked me. I watched him. No way did I want to stop. He was my Mate, my King. Yet he had not claimed me yet. He had not said anything about our connection. What was he waiting for?If he wanted to stall around, then I would. I was not about to be easy for him. I was not that kind of girl. As much as his presents seemed to calm me, I was not fully ready for what our bond would bring us. Or where it would take us. So I came up with the best lie I could. And it was not even a real lie. It was more true than false. “I am hungry and tired,Elijah. It has been a very long day,” I reminded him.

Elijah stepped away quickly. “I’m sorry. I will have food brought to you at once,“he said. He bowed his head at me and then walked away. I sighed. Always so hot and cold with him. It was hard to keep up. I sighed and turned to open my bedroom door.

With everything that had been going on, I half expected someone to be waiting for me here. But my room was dark and empty just as it had been. The bed was in the middle of the room, framed by a canopy with white curtains hanging from the posts. I sighed and flipped a light on, walking to my dresser. I knew I had nothing to wear really but I checked the dresser anyway.Sure enough Amilia had stocked me with all I would ever need, with the tags still attached. She had stocked me with at least a year’s worth of clothes. I knew the walk-in closet would be fully stocked as well. I sighed and picked out a simple silk, floor length nightgown and proceeded to the bathroom. It had been such a long day. I had just tossed my damp towel into the hamper when a soft knock sounded at my door. When I answered it, there was a butler there, a platter in hand and a smile on his face. “Your, Grace,” he said with a small bow. I felt myself blush. “Please, Faye will do just fine,” I insisted. Had Elijah puthim up to this?The man nodded. “I have been asked to see that you are fed well before you go to bed tonight, Miss Yansa,” he said as I let him in. He set the tray on the table. Miss Yansa? I was still a Tamit. I would have to mull over that one later. The food looked and even smelled more amazing. There was a nice roasted chicken breast along with carrots, potatoes, corn, a bottle of wine and even a piece of cherry pie. I smiled and my mouth began to water as I walked up to the tray and picked up a fork. The man left the room, closing the door behind him.

The smell of the chicken was making my mouth water. I began eating it, ignoring the fork and knife beside it. I just picked it up and started eating it with my hands. By the time I was finished, my stomach was so full of chicken and wine I was ready to pass out. I walked over to my bed and found an iPhone box sitting there on my nightstand. I smiled and shook my head. Amilia had really thought of everything. I open the box and go through the settings. She had already programmed her number, Elijah’s number and that of the Beta, Collin. I sighed and rested my head on my feather pillow. Sleep came easy, thanks to the food and wine provided by Elijah. I smiled when I thought of him. He was strange. Always so cold yet I had seen him be kind and gentle. I could only wonder at the life to come.

***

The next morning I was woken by Amilia. She came into my room without so much as a knock, with three maids in tow. She ripped the curtains open, spilling warm, bright sunlight into the room. I cried out and threw my arm over my eyes. “Wake up, sleepyhead! Do you want to sleep the whole day away?” she demanded as she opened the window to air out the room. Amilia then ripped the covers off of me. “Come on! My mother is waiting to meet us for breakfast in the gardens,” she snapped. I groaned. I knew I had to be slightly hungover but I wanted to please the Queen Mother. Sophia had said she wanted to see me. I was not sure what for? I sigh and walk to my dresser but Amilia turns me to face here. “Here, I already have an outfit for you!” she insisted as she handed me a yellow spring dress and some white flats. I nod and take them from her. I would need coffee soon. I was not awake and I knew I was hungover. As soon as I thought that I herd Amilia sigh.

“Faye, were you drinking last night?” she demanded. I turn to face her only to see her holding the empty bottle of wine in her hands. I nod and then shrug my shoulders. After the day I had had yesterday, I had needed a drink. “Yeah. Elijah had it brought for me,” I told her. I could hear the gears grinding in her head now. “So, you both were alone last night? How did that go?”I sighed and shook my head. “He was a gentleman. He took me to my room, bid me a goodnight and then left,” I told her and her face fell in disappointment. I look at the dress now. I was not so sure yellow was my color. I walk back to my dresser and look to see what else is in there for me. I wanted to look nice for Elijah. Just because things had gotten... interesting between the two of us did not mean they would stay that way. There was still the matter of my friend’s death. “If you say so,” Amilia muttered as she sat down on my bed. I turned to face her after pulling out the blue dress I liked. “Amilia, what did they do to Kat?” I asked her. I wanted to know. Perhaps I would be able to get her body back to her parents. I watched her face fall. “Oh, um... I think it is best of you ask Elijah-”I shake my head. “I can’t ask him. That is why I am asking you!”She narrowed her eyes at me. “Why can’t you ask him?” she demanded. I sighed. “I just can’t, OK? So please, tell me! Or I can just ask Sophia,” I said as I turned to my bathroom. I heard Amilia jump off the bed and follow me to the door. She waited for me at the door. I left the door slightly open so we could talk. “She was taken to the morgue. We have someone looking at her to determine the cause of death although it is likely blood loss,” she told me. I felt anger flush through me. “Vamps?” I said. Amilia nodded. “We think so, yes. That is why Elijah is meeting with the elders today. He won’t be back for a few days,” she answered me. I felt my heart sink. He had left?I had really hoped he would have told me. After last night I thought it would be a no brainer that we were mates!

“Amilia, does Elijah know of your vision of me and him as mates?” I asked her. She peaked around the corner at me. Thankfully I was dressed already. “Yes, I told him the day you arrived here,” she answered. She stepped into the bathroom with me. “Why?”I shake my head. “No reason,” I said. I should have known. Any male wolf would have claimed his mate as soon as he saw her. He would have marked and mated her as soon as he was able. I felt the rejection wash over me and all I wanted to do was crawl back into bed and cry. There was no place for me here. Or was there? Why was Elijah dodging me? Why would he not just see that we were supposed to be together. Unless he had already planned on rejecting me? If that were so, there was no place for me here. And I would not become a pack slut! I gazed at myself in the mirror. I was still very sickly looking. Much too skinny and my skin was ashen looking yet not as bad as it had been two days ago when I had first arrived at the hotel with Amilia. But I had a meeting with the Queen Mother. Sophia was kind and loving. Might as well make her happy before I take off. “Are you worried about Elijah? Amilia asked me. I shake my head and I can’t help but laugh. “No. I think he will be just fine,” I tell her. “And I am leaving . After breakfast, I am leaving for good and I will not be coming back,” I said. Amilia’s eyes went wide. “What?” she demanded. “Why?I look back at myself in the mirror. “Because. I do not think I am supposed to be here right now. Or anytime. I do not belong here. People were talking last night. I saw them. They think I am either a rogue or the new pack slut. Clearly Summer has that job already taken over,” I said as I walked to the door. Amilia follows me, slamming the door closed once I had opened it. “Faye, what is going on?”I look at her. “Nothing that I did not already know,” I told her. I pushed passed and opened my bedroom door. I had to go have breakfast with the Queen Mother now. After that I would have to find some money somehow and get the hell out of here before Elijah came back or someone stopped me.