The Hybrid Prince's Pursued Mate
Trigger Warning: This story explores difficult themes including emotional and physical abuse, coercion, non-consensual drugging, obsession, and trauma. Reader discretion is advised.
Love. Lust. Obsession.
Three very different men, but they all have one thing in common...
Me.
I was just a waitress. A woman with burned bridges and a dream of starting over. I thought I was finally free. A clean slate. I was so close... so close to gaining the independence I fought so hard for, until darkness came again, only this time… tenfold.
One’s lust wants to own me.
Another’s obsession seeks to break me.
The third... I’m drawn to. He treated me like no one else did. I thought I could trust him. Then something shifted. Something terrifying.
Hope fades when your body is not yours, your voice is silenced, and freedom is denied.
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As my fingertips brushed the smooth metal surface of the handle, claw-like fingers sank into my fleshy hips. I cried out in pure terror, the wind knocked out of me as my back slammed against his chest.
“You’re really not leaving without saying goodbye to me, are you, sweetheart?” he growled. His eyes glowed an eerie garnet.
“Remember, you belong to me now, Laura. If you ever dare run, I’ll lock you away where no one will find you,” he snarled, his coarse face scraping against mine.
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I’ve survived everything up to this point...
Now, I’m not sure I can.
They say I belong to them...
Yet what if I was never meant to belong to anyone?