The Hybrid Queen Unedited

Amilia dropped me off in my room and then left quickly. My room was bright when I entered it. Someone had been here. Nothing had been touched. I sniff the air but nothing out of place. Perhaps it was a Pack member checking the room before we got here? I walk over to my dresser and pull out some jeans and a shirt. Then I stop, remembering what Amilia had said. She said to dress nicely. I sighed. I had wanted to go and double check that Sophie was safe. I had left her with a guard in the throne room before I headed out to find Amilia. I had to admit. I had enjoyed roughing up that Vamp. Although I was ready to kill any Vamp that set foot into my new home. I stopped for a moment. Since when did I start thinking of this place as my new home? When did I start caring about the people here? I sigh and shove the jeans back into my dresser and walk to my closet. I picked out a long satin dress, a dusty rose cocktail dress, the shoulder long and beaded. How had Amilia gotten all of my sizes right I had no idea. I closed a simple pair of black heels as well and then headed to the shower. Pulling the shower curtain back I filled the tub up with hot soapy water and soaked for as long as I could. Before I knew it, there were maids knocking on my bedroom door. I was up and out of my tub and warped in my robe quicker than I wanted to be. I opened the door ready to greet the maid but I felt my mouth go dry when I saw Elijah. He had changed his clothes and was now dressed in a simple white button up shirt and a pair of black slacks that hugged him nicely in all the right places. Once he took me in, in my half naked state, he cleared his throat and looked away.

“I came to see if you were alright?” he said, looking back at me. He kept his eyes fixed in my face, his jaw tight. I bit my lip, trying to figure out what to say. I did not want to lie to him. I had no reason to. Not right now in this moment anyway. I bit my lip harder. I should never have any reason to lie to him. Ever. Elijah sighed and stepped into my room, closing the door behind him. I looked up at him as I stepped back, giving him room. As I watched him, his face was hard, his green eyes were cold and so deep I could get myself lost in them. Yet the coldness bothered me some. He was mad. Upset that I had put his pack in danger. His mother. He has already lost a pack member, his father and his Alpha the night of the attack at my pack house. “I am fine, thank you,” I tell him. He narrows his eyes at me. “I wanted to apologize. For being such a problem since I have arrived here,” I tell him. Elijah stared at me. “You are a problem? Is that what you think?” he demanded. I stared at him now, his tone had gone just as cold as his eyes. I swallow. “Well, yes. I mean the attacks have happened two days in a row now. I know they must be causing problems for you” I remind him. The look on his face right now made me want to kick myself. Silence is always best. Elijah nodded. “Indeed, they have. However I doubt they have little to do with you,” he said as he turned away from me and walked to my window. “Go and prepare yourself. I shall escort you to dinner myself.”He stopped when reached the window and did not turn back to look at me. I sighed and returned to my bathroom. I did my hair in a low set bun, a few strands of hair haring loose and added a little makeup to take away the ghostly look of my pale skin. I sighed and gave up on trying to zip up my dress from the back.

I walked out into my bedroom, only to find Elijah still at the window, his hands folded neatly behind his back.I stopped and watched him. His blond hair was neatly combed back and sleek looking. Again, my eyes roamed his body, landing on his cute butt. Nice and firm. I tried not to laugh and then cleared my throat quickly. Elijah turned to face me, his eyes roaming my body for a moment. How was he making my knees so weak with just one look?Before I could speak, he was across the room and before me in the blink of an eye. He reached to touch my arm but then stopped when I turned away from him, pulling my hair to the side. “I can’t reach the zipper,” I told him quietly. I waited for him to zip me up, but instead I felt his fingers trace the hollow of my back and trail up my bony spine. I was very thin and unhealthy looking. I knew that. He must be seeing what I could see every time I looked at myself in the mirror. An ugly girl who looked unhealthy and sick. Then I realized with horror what else he must be seeing there. While at the pound other than coming into my cell almost every night after I had gone into heat, the guards would come in with silver chains and silver studded whips and do as they pleased. I could hear and feel Elijah breathing behind me. His fingers traced along one of the scars on my back. The guards had to be careful not to mark up my arms, legs or face. I still had to fetch a good price for the seller. I scolded myself. I pushed the dark and depressing thoughts away quickly and took a deep breath. Elijah let his fingers trial up to my shoulder. “Who did these things to you, love?” he asked me. His voice was low and husky and he was even closer now, so close, I could feel his breath on my chilled skin. His hands warped around my shoulders for a moment before he leaned down, his face going to the side of my neck, inhaling deeply. He pulled me back against him, his arms around me now; one around my waist the other across my chest. His head buried into my neck and I felt my heartbeat quicken. I knew he could hear it and I was embarrassed that my body gave me away so quickly. I had to take a deep breath before I was able to speak. His hands wandered down to my hips.

“When I was at the pound...it was a long stay and they had ways of keeping us... obedient,” I answered. I heard a low growl erupt from his chest and he pressed himself against me, his hands tight on my thighs. I clenched my legs together. Holy hell, what is this man doing to me? Then suddenly he released me and stepped away from me, zipping up my dress quickly in one swift movement. “I am sorry. I shouldn’t not have done that,” he said stiffly. I felt my heart drop. “No-...” I stop and watch him. He had come to his own conclusion about what I had just told him. Did he think me a whore? I felt anger wash through me and he was shaking his head, running a hand through his hair. “Faye, I am so sorry to have pushed you the way I have. I won’t do it again!” he promised. I shake my head, confused. “Push me?” I echo. “Push me how?”Elijah sighed and shook his head, walking back up to me as if he could not help himself.“What is it about you that fascinates me so?” he whispered, ignoring my question. His hands trailed up my arms and to my face. He took my face between his hands and watched me.“There are things I would like to tell you but I am not sure if-...if you- or I- are ready to have them be said,” he mumbled. I tried to shake my head but his hands held me in place. I bit my lip and watched his eyes darken. “Why not just say them then?” I asked in a low voice. Elijah reached for my chin and again unlocked my lip from my teeth. “Stop, doing that!” he demanded. Make me! I thought to myself.

Despite everything that had happened to me in the last year, from losing my family and friends to going to the pound and being mentally and sexually abused, I was surprised to find that I was not as affected as I thought I would be. I was willing to be with Elijah. I knew that much. Was I willing to take on the responsibility of being Queen? That was what I was not so sure about. I was new to this pack and no one here really knew who I was or what I had been through other than the immediate Yansa tribe members. They knew because of the death of Elijah’s father, Emil. Did I still want to run? Part of me did. Yet since I had made the connection between Elijah and myself I was not so sure about leaving now. “What if we do not like what we have to say?” he asked me. I pulled away from him, his arms falling to his sides. “What is that supposed to mean?” I demanded. I felt an uneasy feeling growing in the pit of my stomach. “Elijah- ” I bow my head to him and shake my head. “I am sorry if I offended you in any way!” I told him, and turned away, reaching for my phone. “Faye,” he said and I turned to look at him. He was closer than I thought he would be. He reached out and took my hand, holding it to his chest. “Do you feel that?” he asked me. I nodded, not sure what he was getting at. “I was alive before you came here. Now? Now I am more than that! Do you understand what I am saying?” he asked me. I knew very well what he was saying. It was like you were alive but not living. It was like you were breathing but were unable to retain the things you needed from the oxygen you were taking in. Yet he was not saying it. He was not calming me. Again. Why? I pulled my hand away but Elijah pulled me back, his arms going around me.“Just-...please,” he pleaded as he held me close. I could feel tears burning behind my eyes. I had not wanted to cry the last time he had held me. Now I was not sure why I wanted to burst out into tears. Perhaps it was because I felt safe around him? I felt his lips at my neck again. If he marked me it would be just as well as claiming me as his Mate. I growled in frustration and he laughed at me. This fucker! He was laughing at me now? Fine. Two could play at this game of his. I pushed him away and straightened my dress. “If you still wish to escort me to dinner then you may do so, you Grace. Otherwise I would kindly like to ask you to be on your way! Thank you for checking up on me but I think I can handle it from here,” I tell him. Elijah’s face went blank with confusion. “Faye-” he began but I turned away from him.

I was mad with myself for doing this but it had to be done. If he stayed, there was no telling how far things would go. I turn to look at him now. He stood rooted on the spot, staring at me.“I am your king!” he said, outraged that he had been spoken to like that. “And you are my Mate!”Ha! There it is!I watched him as he came closer to me now, all frustration and anger gone from his face now. Once he reached me, he stopped and sighed. “I knew from the moment I saw you, the morning you arrived. My sister told me everything you had been through and I did not want to pressure you. Now, that I have-” he stopped for a moment, as if looking for the right words to say.“Now that I have had time to-... speak with you, I understand why she was so worried the other day,” he said. I shook my head confused. “She was worried about me?” I asked him. Elijah frowned at me. “I just claimed you as my mate and you are worried about my sister?” he asked me. I felt myself blush a little. It was kind of a stupid question. He reached for me once more. I let him this time. I needed his touch more than anything else in the world right now. He pulled me in and held me to his chest. I felt so tiny and like a fragile piece of china in his arms. But I knew I was safe. Safe from anyone who would try and harm me.

“Faye?” he whispered. I look up at him and his eyes have gone completely black. “Yes?” I swallow. He reaches up and pulls my hair to the side, his fingers stroking the exposed skin of my neck. “Let me mark you!” he breathed, his hands wandering down my hips and pulling at me and digging into my flesh. I heard my dress tear where he pressed his fingers into my thighs. I moaned as he finally kissed my neck, his tongue sweeping across the spot where my mark would go. Wetness pooled between my legs and I heard Elijah sniff the air a little. Then he laughed pressing me against his hips to let me know I was not alone in my arousal. I leaned my head back against his shoulder, trying to think. Did I want this yet? Was I ready? I sighed when his hands wandered up over my chest and he turned me to face him again.“Let me mark you,” he said again, this time a little more demanded. I opened my mouth to speak but there was a knock at the door and Elijah growled and stepped away, straightening his shirt. “Enter,” he commanded.The door opened and Amilia walked in, dressed in a golden gown, flowing off to the side of her shoulder and draping to the floor. Her hair was up in a simple bun. She stopped when she took us in, standing by the window. “I’m sorry,” she said, looking down. I knew what she was seeing. Me all flustered and blushing and Elijah all relaxed as if nothing was going on. “I came to see what was keeping you, Faye. I didn’t mean to intrude,” she said quickly. I heard her sniff quietly and I closed my eyes in embarrassment. I knew she would be smelling the sexual tension in the room. I heard Elijah grumble and then he left the room. I am not sure why but my legs felt like jelly. I sank to the bed next to me and sighed. Amilia walked over to me. “Is this going to work, with you and my brother or is he being pig headed again?” she demanded of me. I shake my head, taking a deep breath. “No,” I said and felt a small smile creeping across my face. “He just claimed me as his mate!”Amalia’s jaw dropped. “What? He marked you?” she demanded, I shake my head. “No. You kind of stopped that,” I answered her. Her face fell. “Oh,” she said. “Sorry!”I wave my hand at her. “It’s all good. However I am glad you came in when you did,” I told her. ?Amilia eyed me. “Oh, not because you interrupted us. I wanted to speak with you about training!” I tell her. Amilia is still eyeing me. “Have you already been linked in?” she asked me. I shake my head, “No. I don’t have the pack link yet. I am not a Yansa,” I reminded her.

Amilia nodded. “Not yet. You will be as soon as you and my brother are married,” she reminded me. I groan. A wedding. I was wondering how much it would take to talk Amilia out of such a big ceremony. Then again, The Great Spirit would have to bless us. I knew there was no getting out of that. There was another knock on the door and a servant entered, carrying a silver platter. “Why did he send food again? I still plan on coming to dinner,” I said as the servant came closer. He stopped before me and held out the tray. There was a scroll upon the platter, wrapped in a purple bow. I glance at Amilia as I take it and unfold it. The servant was still standing there, waiting. “You may go!” Amilia told him. Then she looked at me. “You need to learn to give orders girl,” she said. I laugh and keep looking at the scroll. I was not sure what I was looking at. There was elegant handwriting across the top of the scroll. Amilia gasped and snatched the scroll from me. “My brother is publicly making you his! You are officially known as Lady Tamit! This is big, Faye!” she told me as she looked over the scroll. I take it back from her. “How so?” I demand. I was not sure how I felt about this. Amilia turned towards my dresser. “Well, first, you are a minor. Elijah is to. He can not assume the throne unless he is of age or in the case he has found his mate. If he finds his mate before the age of eighteen, they royals must be marked and mated before a coronation can take place-”

I turned to face her. “Amilia, I am in no rush to be married!”Amilia nods. “I know. And neither is my brother, but Elijah has people watching him. Other Alphas of other Tribes. One’s that would be happy to go to war with him in order to take his crown. So as you can see, the longer you two wait, the more time that passes and you are not mated, the more dangerous it will be when word does spread that you both have found each other but are not mated!” she tells me as dresses me in a simple black dress. “So the sooner, the better?” I asked her. Amilia nodded and looked me over once. “Yes. Now, we should go before someone comes looking for us,” she said and pulled me to the door.