The hybrid prince

Chapter Two

Luca

I smelled her as soon as she entered the room and my anger piqued. I was mad as hell that she wasn't coming but I was angrier now that she did.

I had the most perfect girl for me on my arm but all I could smell was Kyla, and that made me all the more angrier. I wanted to hurt her, I wanted to hurt her for wanting to caress her and sniff her hair for more of that vanilla scent.

My eyes followed the scent around the room. I felt her before I even saw her. My heart clenched as my gaze hit her profile. Her head was thrown back and she was laughing at something her date was saying. And of course it was that worthless son of a b***h Charles Brigado.

They were as thick as thieves and I wouldn't be surprised if someone said they were more than friends.

I felt someone tug at my shirt to get my attention and ignored them, not even caring that it could be Lisa.

"What the f**k is she wearing," Phill, my wolf muttered in irritation. He is just as possessive as I am. "Now see what you've gone and done smartass."

We haven't really gotten along since I rejected her. One time he had even tried to take over and spill the beans to my father, knowing very well that although my pack and hers were enemies, my father the alpha would never go against the mate bond.

He treasured and respected the tradition, and so did my mother. They would force me to mate with her and that would be the end of me.

I could not explain how I fell in love with Lisa. Wait, I actually can. She was my best friend and greatest motivator. She was everything a man would want in a woman, and I always promised to be with her, to be there for her and to always protect her. I loved her, but f*ck if I did not want Kyla with everything in me. And I am a man of my word.

Maybe if I can just have her one time, f*ck her out of system.

"Good luck with that genius," Phill mjttered with an eye roll.

"Shut your mouth boy," I snapped at him.

He was strong and sometimes could master the strength to take over control but I would not let him. Not tonight.

"She is no good for us," I inform him, still ignoring the tug at my shirt.

"Oh really, then why are you f*cking hard ?"

Her curves do look solf in that short dress, and I bet she could wrap those legs around my waist and I would fall into oblivion.

How would it feel to smell that shiny black her up close. I knew it smelled like vanilla, and it was the greatest smell.

I shook my head and shut those thoughts down and slightly turned to face Lisa in irritation.

"What?" I almost snapped at her. She blinked and blushed before looking down at her feet, letting her hand fall off my shirt.

Shit, she is too sweet for words.

Why couldn't she have been the one. She was perfect. Beautiful, smart, sweet and most importantly obedient. The last thing I needed was a luna I could not control.

I have been protecting Lisa since were were five. First from her abusive most definitely now dead father, then from the kids from and outside our pack that saw her as a target because she was always so sweet and soft spoken. I could not imagine not being able to protect her and love her just as I'd promised.

She hasn't met her mate, and we had agreed that I would officially mark her on our eighteenth birthday.

She raised her hand to get her hair out of her face and behind her ear, still looking down. I flinched at the scar on her neck. Not because it was disgusting, because it wasn't. It reminded me of the promise I made.

Her father was not beyond using silver to hurt her and get her to do his bidding. He was cruel and ruthless. And I had no regrets for killing him all those years ago.

"Look who showed up," My best friend Josh muttered, starring in the direction of Kyla and Charles and their group of friends.

I turned to look and found Kyla with her face in Charles's neck, whispering something that made him smile and slightly blush.

In that moment I wanted that c*cksucker dead.

Why the hell would the Gods do this to me.

That damn prophesy meant nothing to me, I had no interest in bringing peace amongst our packs and between Werewolves and vampires. I might be a hybrid between the two, proving that both species can coexist but f**k if I wanted to play along.

Werewolves outside my pack and vampires outside my family's coven hated me anyway. They said I could not be trusted as my loyalties would be split, and being half of each made me the most lethal among both.

"She's wearing trash," Josh adds with a groan and I watch as he playfully grabs his d**k through his pants and see red, "The type of trash I'd like to get into. I bet she would taste as sweet as..."

My fist connected with his jaw before he could finish, he felll into the waiter and his drinks and they both fell to the floor. All the attention was on us now, including Kyla. She slowly licked her lips as my gaze met hers. My eyes followed her tongue and she pouted before a smirk spread onto her face.

My d**k grew harder. He knew to whom he belonged and wanted in there. I even had to think of her everytime I was intimate with Lisa or he wouldn't even show a sign of life.

I was f****d. And I wanted to f*cking kill her.

She whispered something to Charles and he nodded. She then turned and walked out of the ballroom.

I looked at Josh and our friends apologetically before racing out of the room. I did not even have to master up any courage to ignore Lisa as she called after me. .

I felt a pinch of guilt at that and ignored it.

I needed to find Kyla and screw her out of my system, and that's all I could offer her, because when it came down to her and Lisa. Lisa would always come first.

Is she coming first right now?

I ignored my conscience and barged into the ladies room I saw Kyla disappear into.

As soon as the door hit the frame closing, her hands were on me and in my hair, and my lips were hot on hers. I grabbed her ass and lifted her off the floor. Her legs wrapped around my waist and her core rubbed against my d**k though the pants. Her moan filled my mouth.

Her short dress had ridden up and she wasn't wearing any panties.

Like a little w***e.

I pushed her off me, her legs fell away and she stumbled and used the basin to keep herself from falling.

I instantly hated the loss of contact.

That p***y smells so damn good.

"Take her," Phill muttered. I shut him out and ran my hand through my hair, turning away from her.

"Does she know,?" I closed my eyes at her question. "Does she know that you belong to me. That you are mine to caress. Does poor, mousy, little Lisa know...."

The back of my hand connected with her cheek, drawing blood.

I was about to apologise but then she raised her head and smirked.

Then she did the sexiest thing, her tongue came out and licked the blood.

And I was f*cking lost.