Chapter 4 four

The hybrid King

Nothing smells much better than the stench of success. It reeks in the most unimaginable way ever. It is like a declaration. An announcement that a battle had been won before it even began. And then there was that feeling. Like electricity passing over the skin and yet at the same time into the bone marrow and towards the heart. It made me proud. It made me happy. The chilling feeling it brings whenever I realize the obvious. Whenever my plans fall into place and it is finally My Time to Shine. To step away from the shade and let my True Talents be known. I have been quiet. I have stayed away from their borders and allowed them the privilege of ruling themselves. But it's not right. This land was taken away from my forefathers and now I'm going to take it back. I'm going to take back what rightfully belongs to us. To our species. There is nothing these Damned werewolves are going to do.

There was no hesitation in the decision that I had made. There was only impatience. Sitting on my heart like a king. Commanding me to run over there like a reckless leader and tear them apart. But the days when I made the decisions In an irrational manner were over.

This was more of a calculated move. One step at a time. I knew how all of this was going to end. I had planned how it was all also going to begin.

The cold water drips down to my skin, I cannot help but shut my eyes, imagination running through my head. I cannot wait to hear them screaming. to have their blood on my hands. To stand in the middle of that Battle Ground and stare at all the corpses and dead bodies of those werewolves. I made a promise to my father and I'm going to fulfill it today. I will avenge his death. I will give him the Justice that he deserves.

Unlike all other species that we had attacked and conquered, I had not put in a lot of effort in monitoring this specific werewolf pack. they were all just helpless. The man who ruled them was nothing more than an old man who depended on the advice of a bunch of elderly wolves. it wasn't the right way to democracy and leadership. I pack could never survive if they were under leadership that could only bring danger and catastrophe. I know their weakness. I planted a poison among them and I let it grow. today is the day I take strike. my hybrids are going the taste revenge.

I stretch out my hand and twist the shower knob. Turning it off, my eyes glance up as though seeking advice from the Moon goddess. At least this is the only part of my werewolf side that is still intact. Being a hybrid has always been difficult. being treated like an outcast especially when the ages i grew up in did not welcome a species like myself. In all the centuries have worked the other, I have seen things changing. I have seen kingdoms falling and others rising. I have seen the introduction of democracy and the downfall of humanity. Yet it would see him then even after all the disaster, werewolves still remain an eminent danger to hybrids. they attack before they are attacked. they see us and judge us. Isolation is like outcast. And for that, we have become the monsters they fear us to be. Today I am going to color the Earth with their blood. I will bring forward their memories and I will put reality into them.

Something only a hybrid King can do!

When I step out of the shower, my eyes are met by the beautiful woman in front of me.

'Shall I leave master?' comes the feminine voice. An intense smile creeps up my face as I stare at her. She wasn't perfect but at least she had learnt wonderfully how to cater for my needs. she had become acquainted to the submission and she craved it more than anything else. Of course, it took away the power from her but it replaced it with nothing more than pleasure. immense intensified pleasure under control and none other.

Nothing fueled my personal Vendetta more than to see how desperate she was to please. How willing she was to do everything in her power just to make me happy. Anything I wanted. she was not the first and she wasn't going to be the last. there was always going to be a woman in my bed at night and on her knees the following morning. there is always going to be a whole bunch of them desperately waiting to be picked by me. To be touched. to be f***** and to be sure what true pleasure really feels like.

it was entertaining to be desired by my female citizens so much that they were prepared to settle for whatever endeavor I had to offer. The thing about me is that I loved the submission. I craved it. it fuelled me sexually and it helped me operate much better than I usually do it. As for the females, they got a lot more to brag about.

' not yet.' Unless you're too sore' My words leave my mouth and they are met with that lovely smile on her face. of course, she would love that. I wouldn't expect anything less.

For some reason, however, I am overwhelmed by a new feeling. a feeling that broad unfamiliarity. something I couldn't quite wrap my head around. it was something I'd never felt before. I could almost call it Instinct only that this time it wasn't coming from my mind. it came from my heart. from this cage inside my chest, I want to convince myself holds a beating heart. Maybe something going to happen.

Was something the matter?

The feeling was somewhat beautiful. Like it held good news. But I can certainly hope that whatever this was, will bring benefit to my kingdom and my leadership in general.

I look down at her, watching the way she still stares down but her heart beats with nothing but excitement. All of a sudden I don't feel so excited to f*** her or even receive pleasure from her. I can tell that she's desperate in any way to please me. But there is something off. When I shut my eyes and focus properly, I feel it once again. It drives to my chest. Like a dagger had been stabbed, not with the intent of killing me, but with the intent of providing familiarity in the most insincere way. I would be lying if I said this didn't drive me f****** crazy. I hated surprises. I hated feeling like I was waiting for something to happen. I've always been a person to plan how everything. I've always been orderly.

And now this?

This overwhelming feeling out of nowhere. I can only help but pray that the moon goddess isn't playing new tricks on me.

I had heard about the mate Bond years ago. My father had told me about it. About how every one of us hybrids is mated to another. But I am not ready to welcome that notion. I am not ready to welcome the idea of being bonded to another person. That is nothing but a weakness. A weakness that I will not keep by my side. Whether this mate of mine is out there somewhere, then it is quite obvious that I am going to kill her the second I set my eyes on her. I cannot afford such a weakness being tied to me.

And love is nothing but a weakness.