Her Hybrid Alpha (book 2)

Chapter 3 Darius POV

It was maddening how I could only remember little snippets of it back then. I remember my grandparents living with me in the kingdoms. They had always been loving towards me, but cagey whenever I asked questions. My grandfather once came to my room to talk to me though. It had been cryptic, and I'd just been a young lad, so I paid it no mind.

" Darius, listen to me, one day things may change for you. When they do, you'll have a decision to make. Live the life we've set up for you here, or go and claim the life you should have. If you choose the other Darius, don't rush in, sit back and learn everything. Knowledge will be your only key to surviving ". He got up and left my room. I can remember staring straight at the door. Then Dante came barreling through it, a mischievous look on his face. We'd gone and caused havoc somewhere and that was the last I ever thought of it, until now. Now his cryptic words actually meant something to me.

There was obviously alot of stuff I needed to come to terms with. The whole story was like a TV drama last night when I went back to bed. I'd stayed awake thinking I would offer the Alpha couple a chance to step down. No ill feelings. Try to be diplomatic and explain all my findings. I'd gone over and over in my mind whether I definitely wanted to do this. The answer was always yes. If I denied who I truly was, I believed I'd eventually regret it, plus the guilt of leaving all those Hybrids to live how they are would eat me alive.

Plus all the stories I've been told of the pack's situation now. It doesn't sit right with me, never had since I started hearing about it. Anya stirs at the side of me, her eyelids fluttering open, she blinks a few times, then those eyes that I could get lost in for days look my way. A smile creeps onto her face, as she stretches her body out. " Have you slept at all ? " She asks me. Rolling over, I landed on top of her, caging her in with my arms. " A little " I said, looking down at her. I'd had enough of overthinking.

Her pupils blow out instantly, arousal strong in the air. She spreads her thighs, making room for me between her long legs. Her desire for me was as strong as mine for her, my fiery Anya, who matched me in every way and challenged me. I needed to lose myself. I admit I was struggling to come to terms with stuff. I saw the way Cage and Mathew looked at me. I was now there hope. Hope for me to come in and fix everything. But how could I fix it? They were their family or life-long friends. To me, they weren't any of that. Bridie was a supposed family, but she wasn't the family I grew up knowing. My way of solving this would be war to go in and boot them out of their positions. But I couldn't. I had to be diplomatic, and I wasn't the type. Dante was, that's why he made a good ruler and I made a good second.

" Baby, are you OK?" Anya's soft voice , looking down, I realized I'd blanked out in my own thoughts again. Nodding, I dip my head and place my lips on hers. My intentions were to f*ck her fast, but now I just wanted to drag it out. If I'm lost in my sweet mate's body, I can't think of anything else. We get lost in just kissing for what seems like hours, touches and sweet caresses. When I do eventually sink into her body, that's slow too. Her warmth centers and settles the beast that was warring within me to break out.

I'd felt my agitation growing, my skin feeling too tight for my own body and a need to run to fight to just do something. But not now. He was stuffed firmly away in the back of my mind. When we both finish, we are sweaty messes. She's breathing heavily and panting close to my ear as my head dips into her neck. It's weird, since I became a hybrid, the need to feed is still there, but it isn't as strong as before. Before I'd craved the taste of sweet blood, I felt myself start to weaken if I went too long.

But now it was muted, dimmed down. I still felt I needed it, but not as strongly. Releasing my thangs is even weird now. They felt bigger when they dropped. I ran my nose over her neck just about to bite. When her thoughts hit me, I pulled my head back and looked down at her and her eyes widened a little. " What . . . What's wrong ? " I say. Her eyes are scanning my face. " Your face looks different now. When you used to get your vampire on, your eyes would flash red and black flames. Now your eyes are fully black but with a ring of yellow and red, no more flames ". I was scared that feeding would now hurt her with my teeth feeling bigger, but I hadn't seen myself in the mirror yet.

Her fingers ran down my cheek and her eyes lingered near my mouth. " Your teeth are different too ". I run my tongue across them. " I can feel they are bigger. I'm hoping they don't hurt you" I winced at the thought. She smiles sweetly and then tilts her neck. " Darius, you could never hurt me " she sounds confident and soothing all the things I don't feel. But the allure of her neck was calling me , the sound of blood flowing through her arteries, the memory of how sweet she tasted. I didn't need it , I just wanted it.

Taking a deep breath, I dip my head low, laying small kisses along her jaw, then down her neck. Her breathing goes shallow and fast, ther hands go to my shoulders and grip tight. Then I close my eyes and sink my teeth into her neck. I listen for her gasping in pain or her body tensing. But she doesn't. She moans the smell of arousal hits the air hard. I drink until I feel satisfied. Her blood makes my body sing, the feeling of being invisible washes over me. When I retract my teeth, I lick her neck and pull up.

Searching her face for any sign of discomfort, I didn't find any. In fact, she looks almost drunk. " Are you OK baby? " . She looks at me and grins, "It's always felt amazing when you drink, but that felt euphoric ". She laughs all breathy, she reaches up and wipes my lips, she pulls back and there's some blood on her finger. She holds it out to me and I lean forward and suck it off her. Moaning, I retracted my teeth, let her thumb go and then caught her lips in a forceful kiss. Even though I've just been in her, I want to get lost again. But I know I have to face this, face the people I love and my family.

Pulling back, I climbed off of her and grinned down at her pouty lip. " None of that brat, go get a shower" I growl, and she giggled, scooting forward on the bed. When she stands up and heads towards the bathroom, she looks back at me over her shoulder. Her eyes dipped low, and she's biting her lip. " Yes Sir " her voice is low and sultry. I narrowed my eyes at her and face her full-on. Her long sleek legs and peachy bum shook a little. " Anya " I warned and letting out a low warning growl, she widened her eyes, trying to make herself look all innocent. But it's too late. I'm already stalking after her.

It's at least a good hour before we emerge to the rest of them, walking into the dining room. No one's there. Anya looks at me and scrunches her brow, where was everyone. Listening hard, I hear laughing and chatting coming from outside the castle. " They are all outside " I say to Anya. We had all got so used to our routine it was kind of unnerving. We were used to hauling ourselves up together. After being on lockdown while the threat was high. Walking outside, I guided Anya along to the gardens where the noise seemed to be coming from.

When we get there, a massive table is set up with food, everyone is laughing and joking. " It's about time you two joined us. We thought we would enjoy the sun " Lisa says, angling her face upwards with a happy peaceful expression. Anya goes and kisses her sister's cheeks and I take my seat at the side of Dante. He's happily chatting with Sophie and Cole about the baby. They were planning to get a doctor in to check her over. After all the drama, the baby kind of hadn't been focused on.

Looking around the table, I can't help but feel agitated again. Everyone was laughing and joking, a massive weight gone from their shoulders. They were enjoying just being with each other, grateful that we all made it out unharmed. But I feel more lost now than ever. It's selfish of me to think these people. My family shouldn't be this happy while I am a mess. But then this isn't their problem. Maybe Mathew's and Cage's. It were their packs. I look at them down the table, and they seem relaxed too, arms slung around their mates or holding their hands. The relaxed feeling from being inside my mate was slowly waning away. Why couldn't I just enjoy this moment like the rest of them? Why did I feel so unhinged ?

Suddenly, I jolted up from the table, my chair flying across the gardens by force. The conversations went silent, all eyes turning to me. Everyone's looking at me concerned or with pity. I can feel my chest rising and falling deeply, my eyes start to change and the feeling of anger builds. Anya's soft voice catches my attention. " Darius " before she can finish, I take off. I zip away from the table and the people I love because I can't be surrounded by them right now. Why was I feeling so much rage ? Why wasn't I happy we were all alive? Questions. So many questions fly through my head it's hard to answer any. I just know I have to get away.