Fate Of A Hybrid

Chapter 7

I slowly opened my eyes and found myself on a bed in a simple but modest room, but thinking about my apartment, this place was luxury. I looked around, the room didn't really have much to say about aesthetics except for the flower vase that contained a few straws of flowers, asides that was the bed I was on and a finely wooden crafted table and chair.

And then I felt a sting in my abdomen and instinctively placed my hand there, it was at that moment I remembered bits of what happens the last time I was awake.

"s**t, am I dead?" I mumbled, pinching myself to see if I'd become a ghost already, it really was laughable as my mind wasn't stable yet.

"Calm down Merlin, you are still alive, would a strong warrior die so easily in the hands of scums?" I heard that new, yet familiar voice, finally recalling the face that stood over me before I closed my eyes. It was Stanley.

I looked over to see him walking into the room, I wasn't even able to enjoy such a joke, I muttered "what happened?"

"Let's push that aside for now, they've long all breathed their last, first let's focus on your injuries, I only stopped the blood from flowing and we need to tend to it." He replied softly. Just when did men have such a soft side, I wondered.

Somehow I didn't even resist him coming close to touch me, what was I even thinking, wasn't it some injuries on my abdomen which he had even been working on since last night, What could he possibly do differently?

Only then did I notice the stiff expression on his face as he opened my wound. Alarmed, I looked over to find out what gave him such an expression. I was shocked to find out that the terrifying wound I incured that night, seemed to have healed to a state that made it look just like a scratch. I finally realized the sting I felt earlier become more minute, that must be my internal injuries getting healed.

"Are you a wolf?" He asked, his eyes still unsettled from shock.

"..." I was just opening my mouth to respond when another question of his caught me short again.

"No, that's not it, you were stabbed with a silver coated dagger, normal wolves wouldn't be able to heal themselves from such a dagger, and you haven't even used your warlock abilities, so you must be a Lycan." His analysis caught me off guard, it was so accurate, I hadn't even had time to use my warlock abilities, even though I didn't even know how to use it to heal myself.

I panicked, not knowing what to say, admitting I was a Lycan was the same thing with me saying I was a Hybrid. Being a Hybrid was like being an outcast in this world we lived in.

"Tell me, are you a hybrid?!" His tone growing harsher after every word. I was already feeling dejected, what I feared instinctively was recurring, that moment when I was sent out of the pack when I was just twelve was replaying in my eyes. Through his tone I could tell he didn't like it.

Just what was happening? I didn't portray myself as not being a hybrid, why is he taking it so personally. I just couldn't understand what made him treat me in such a way.

Just then, as I was lost in thoughts staring in the eyes of Stanley that was seeping anger, my wolf which had forever been dormant, reared it's head. That movement was unusual but it donned on me what it was.

That strange sensation I've been having towards Stanley wasn't unfound. It all suddenly made sense why I started feeling this way the instant I saw him.

We were fated mates!!!

There was this sense of hope, that started growing in me, finally I felt happiness which I do even remember the last time I felt happy.

In my life, I don't remember there being any moment when I was happy, even my least saddest moments was in the pack but still I wasn't happy as I was never treated right. I was treated as an outcast and the treatment I was given was so different from other kids in the pack, I was tagged— the product of a deadbeat father, the outcast.

The happiness I just felt seemed to be given a blow as I saw the expression on Stanley's face. He wasn't thrilled at all, the anger on his face still there

I tried talking to him, but he was clearly angry. Just what did I do wrong, why would he suddenly start treating me this way?

Doesn't he realize I'm his fated mate?

Series of questions ran through my head, I was really confused at the moment. He wasn't even answering me anymore, just where did I go wrong, did he have a history with Lycans or he also despised hybrids.

After so much silence, that built up a choking atmosphere for me, I finally summoned the courage to ask again "what is wrong?" My eyes overwhelmed with emotions. It was a mosaic of pain, frustration, sorrow and even concern for this mate of mine.

He went silent, looking at his expression, it didn't take a wise person to figure out a lot was running through his mind, just what was running through is mind? I couldn't tell.

He was having some sort of internal struggles, after what had felt like a century, he finally calmed down and looked at me but this kind of calmness wasn't the one I knew him for, his gaze was calm and chillingly cold. The moment he opened his mouth, my chest tightened, I just had a gut feelings that what would escape his mouth this time wouldn't be good.

"Forget we ever met." He said, his voice so cold, those words pierced me like a dagger. Wasn't he my mate, how would he treat me this way?