The hybrid king

IVORY’S POV

I feel something cool press against my temple and I moan, leaning further into it.

“Are you awake?” The voice asks and I nod.

I quickly shoot up into a sitting position and I regret it immediately as I begin to see stars.

“Relax, if you move too fast you might pass out again.”

I nod, waiting for my vision to clear before looking at the owner of the voice.

I gasp as I struggle to kneel in the large vehicle, careful not to ruin the expensive looking leather seats.

It’s the man the Alpha referred to as highness.

“Uhm, I… I’m sorry.”

Silence.

Two hands drop to waist and I am hoist up into his arms, I gasp but I dare not move. My body already hurts from previous beatings.

I shut my eyes tight enough that I begin to see patterns.

The man holding me let’s put a sigh.

“Open your eyes mi rosa, I won’t hurt you.”

Somehow I believe him, I open my eyes and his knuckles come into view.

It held a faint tinge of blood.

“Look at me.” He lifts my head up by my chin and my head rings causing me to groan in pain.

A string of words I don’t understand follow, it sounded more like curse words.

“I’m sorry you had to experience this… if only I found you earlier.” He stops and pinch at the bridge of his nose.

“Uhm, y… your highness.”

I stopped by a finger pressed firmly to my lips and this time I look at his face.

Goddess he’s gorgeous.

“You will only call me by my name… Lucien.”

He smiles at me and I’m worried, why is he being nice? Does he want to get acquainted before killing me.

“A… are you going to kill me?”

His grip around my waist and on my thighs tighten and I wince. His grip immediately loses and he mutters series of apologies.

He shut his eyes and when he opens them, it appears golden before retreating back to the dark eyes I’m familiar with.

“I would never hurt you mi rosa, I would never let anybody hurt you.”

He wipes away at a stray tear on my face and we sit there in silence for a long while.

“If you are ready, we can go inside. You need to get your wounds treated and a fresh set of clothes.”

I raise my head so quickly I would have hit the roof of the car if he didn’t steady me.

“Inside?”

I didn’t want to go back into that pack, once he leaves I’ll just get pulled back into another round of horrors.

He nods.

“During the period you passed from lack of air, we arrived in my city.” He grins, showing off his pearly whites as he tucks a strand behind my ear.

This is beginning to bother me.

Nobody can ever be this nice to an omega. I push the thought to a side, deciding to debate on it later.

“So… may we proceed?”

I nod and he proceeds to knock on the tinted glass,

The door opens and the sudden rush of light nearly sends me blind.

“Bring me an umbrella!” He shouts at no one in particular but I hear footsteps frantically run about before I later see a shade form over the door of the car.

“Can you walk?” I nod.

He lifts me off his lap and settles me down on the chair before stepping out and offering me a hand.

I take it and step out of the car.

My legs give way and I nearly hit the ground, I’m immediately swooped up in his hands carrying me bridal style.

“Do you want me to go back and burn the pack to the ground?”

His voice goes deeper and I shake my head violently, even though they have been cruel to me, I don’t wish them death.

I’m not even sure if he’s bluffing.

He growls, his chest rumbles against my arm and I let out a soft giggle.

It stops and I bury myself into his arms, that was embarrassing. We begin to move and no word is said, I turn to look before me and I gasp.

It’s not because nearly ten hefty men surrounds us clad in suit.

It’s not because the man carrying me in his arms looks like a god.

It’s the structure before me, it’ll be rude to call it a house.

It was a mansion.

“Welcome to Viremour Citadel, this will be your home.” He says something else but I don’t listen. The whole place is five times the size of the pack house.

He walks past the gate that seems to be made of obsidian carvings intertwined with gold but I don’t get enough visual to know what it formed.

If I did… I might have not gone past the gate.

If I thought the outside was beautiful, the inside was otherworldly.

Ancient architecture broken into halls and corridors surrounds me.

“Do you, uh like it?” Lucien’s voice seemed to hesitate.

“I love it, it’s so beautiful.”

Now I’m leaning away from his arm and I feel his body relax, like he had been holding in a breath.

“You’ll have enough time to look around, mi Lux. But right now, you need to see the doctor.” His head cranes to the side.

“Tell the Doctor to come at once, if he’s later than two minutes I’ll end him.”

The man to his right nods and pulls out a phone, probably to call the doctor.

Poor doctor.

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“Five broken ribs, slight crack on her facial bone, cuts and abrasions on both arms and legs and malnutrition.”

The doctor's voice rings in the room and I shudder from each injury I sustained that he spells out.

“How could a person treat a woman like this?”

The doctor’s voice quivers slightly at the end but I’m not looking at him. My eyes settles on Lucien.

He is visibly shaking, his eyes shifting from gold to red and back to black. I Frame my head up a bit, I’ve never seen someone’s eyes change like that.

It’s mostly just two. When we shift to our wolf and back.

“Make sure you use only the best form of medication for her. By the time she’s healed I better not see even a scratch on her.”

His voice is deeper than what I’m newly used to and I actually feel pity for the man attending to me.

“Yes my lord,” he bows towards Lucien and right now I’m questioning who the man the doctor bows to really is.

Lucien comes closer to the bed and places a hand on mine. It felt warm and I immediately feel tingles.

The sweet scent of spice fills my nostrils.

I didn’t notice his scent before.

“I’ll do everything in my power to make sure no one ever hurts you again. Never again.”

He turns and heads for the door, the door opens from the outside and he steps out. A soft lock echoes faintly in the room.

I turn towards the doctor who’s now searching through his big case for something.

“Uhm, excuse me sir.”

He raises his head, a gauze in hand as he turns to look at me.

“W… who is that man?” I stutter quietly and his eyes narrows at me. For the first time I notice a faint tinge of red in his eyes.

He straightens up, a smile spreading on his thin lips.

“That my dear, is High lord Lucien Drakon Vire. King of all the three realms.”

I nearly fall off my bed and the doctor rush to steady me.

I have heard stories about the high lord, why didn’t it click when everyone kept referring him as royalty.

My head spins, a new fear gripping at my chest.

The man who saved me, who treated me like I was special, who spoke to me like he was my savior but I know who he is now.

A figure of nightmare and dread.

The man who saved me was the Hybrid king. What the guards said was true.

I’ll not be returning back alive.