Her Hybrid Mate

Dinner (2)

Lysandra couldn't help but question whether she was dreaming, and who could blame her? She had always believed that no one could ever be more attractive than Master Damien. However, her perception was shattered when she laid eyes on the stunning golden-haired, golden-eyed man.

His allure surpassed even that of Damein, leaving Lysandra in a state of utter bewilderment and admiration. Unbeknownst to her, everyone in the room noticed her mesmerized expressions as she gazed upon this magnificent man. Yet, he seemed completely indifferent to Lysandra's presence as he took his seat next to Caleb.

Damein, undeterred by the distraction, poured himself a glass of wine and twirled it around, fixating his gaze on Levi. "Did you find her?" he inquired, his voice filled with anticipation.

Levi, maintaining his usual reserved demeanor, responded simply, "Yes."

A look of contentment spread across Damein's face. "Good," he affirmed, his satisfaction evident. He then shifted his attention towards Lysandra, concern flickering in his eyes. "Why aren't you eating?" He noticed her sudden loss of appetite.

Lysandra, overcome with emotions, pleaded desperately, "Can I please go back now? I promise I won't tell anyone about your existence, please." She fought back sobs, her voice trembling.

"You know I cannot do that," Damein responded, his voice steady and unwavering.

Desperate to return to her family, Lysandra continued to plead, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Why? Please, I won't tell anyone, I have a family to get back to. They would be worried about me by now." She collapsed to the floor, her hands gripping her knees as she cried uncontrollably.

"Please, I just want to go home," she repeated over and over. Delilah, tempted to taunt her, held her tongue, heeding Damien's disapproving glare.

Damein, his expression resolute, commanded, "Bring her in." Levi immediately signaled the guards, who swiftly opened the doors and entered with a woman in tow.

Her clothes were tattered, her wrists and legs bound with chains. Bloodied and battered, her once beautiful white hair stained red, she gasped for air, her breathing labored. The guards callously tossed her to the floor, treating her like a lifeless rag doll.

In a state of shock, Lysandra jolted upright, her initial instinct urging her to flee from the hall. However, her attempt was swiftly thwarted by the guards, who held her back.

"Cute little mouse trying to flee from the den of wolves," Damien taunted with a smirk as the room fell into a palpable silence, with everyone but Levi visibly shaken by the sight that unfolded before them.

Anabelle, once a figure of beauty, now bore unrecognizable wounds and bruises. Alucard, in particular, betrayed a profound astonishment, though he managed to maintain a calm facade.

Damien, his disappointment evident, leisurely approached the bloodied woman. "I had such high hopes for you, Annabelle," he murmured, his tone laden with disappointment. "Has she provided you with all the information?" he inquired, directing his question towards Levi.

"Yes," Levi replied nonchalantly, taking a sip of his wine. Alucard, known for his composure, could not conceal the flicker of fear that briefly appeared on his face.

On the brink of desperation, Annabelle pleaded with great effort, dragging herself towards Damien feet. "Please, I have told you everything. Spare me, Master Damien. I...i..wasn't in my right mind," she implored, her words strained.

"Master Damien, what is the meaning of this?" Delilah interjected, her shock evident in her voice.

"She betrayed us," Damien responded calmly. "She has always been aligned with the witches. She is their spy."

"What?!" Delilah exclaimed in utter disbelief.

"levi has suspected her of being in alliance with the witches, he was proven right when he found her having a secret meeting with the witch queen today."

"Elena? But Anabelle's a demon why would she side with the witches, and by the way you would have known if she was indeed an enemy no one can hide anything from you Master Damien I'm sure there has been a misunderstanding." Delilah said

"Do you question my judgement?." Damien asked in a menacing deep tone as he glared daggers at delilah.

Bowing her head in fear, Delilah trembled before Damien, unable to withstand his penetrating gaze. "Forgive me, my Lord. I would never," she stammered, her voice quivering. She swiftly dropped to her knees, overwhelmed by terror.

"It was Elena's doing," Damien remarked, crouching down to scrutinize Anabelle with a menacing glare. "Somehow, she has learned to hide memories from me," he explained, his voice laced with frustration and anger.

Terrified and weak, Anna continued to plead for mercy. "Please, my Lord, have mercy on me," she begged, her voice feeble but persistent. Yet, Damien remained unmoved by her pleas. With a sudden and deliberate motion, he extended his elongated fingers and cruelly pierced both of Anna's eyes, instantly rendering her blind.

Anabelle let out a chilling scream, agony coursing through her entire being. The sight was both horrifying and traumatizing for Lysandra, who instinctively covered her mouth with both hands, desperately trying to stifle any sound that might draw the attention of the monstrous Damien.

As the screams echoed in the room, Damien calmly turned his attention to Levi. "Did she have an accomplice?" he inquired, licking his bloodied fingers with a twisted smile.

Lysandra's heart raced, her fear intensifying, as she anxiously awaited Levi's answer. Alucard, too, was keenly interested, his secret alliance with Annabelle shrouded in uncertainty. His gaze locked with Levi's, searching for any hint as to whether their secret would be revealed to Damien.

"No," Levi responded coolly, his eyes flickering towards Alucard for a brief moment. "It's just her." Although Alucard appeared unfazed, knowing full well that Levi had knowledge of his involvement, he couldn't help but question Levi's silence.

Why did he refuse to divulge this information to Damien? The enigma deepened as Alucard pondered Annabelle loyalty and the secrets she continued to keep, even in the face of certain death.

"I see," Damien replied, his focus now shifting towards the trembling Lysandra. His eyes sparkled with a sinister delight. "You want to return home, don't you little mouse?" he asked, his voice carrying a haunting sweetness.

Lysandra, overwhelmed with fear, weakly nodded, her voice rendered silent by sheer terror.

Casually approaching Lysandra, Damien wore a mischievous grin upon his beautiful face as he conjured a black dagger from thin air. Placing it in Lysandra's trembling hands, he taunted her. "I'll let you go," he said, his voice dripping with wickedness.

"However, before I do, all you have to do is kill that b***h," he spoke, his gaze pointing to the bloodied and broken Annabelle.