Chapter 6 Lucked or Fucked

To say I was stunned was an understatement, it was the joke of a century, and I was the butt of it. My long awaited Mate was the Man I was sent to kill, and the Man about to kill me - I always wanted my mate to be powerful, a warrior that could match my every move and thought, and he was. Mike was a powerful Lycan - Vampire hybrid and during the past week that I had spied on him, he had caught my attention. I just hid it all under the disgust I felt for him being weak - now that I was the weak one, would he care that I was his mate, or kill me?.

Then Mike started to slowly transform back into his human state, his furs receding and canines retracting into a set jaw. His now brown eyes looked like torches as they lit up in desire, but the coldness was still there. But just like a phantom, his hand held my throat and pushed my naked body on a nearby tree, then his lips were on mine.

I wanted to push him away, hit him below, but his sturdy body gave no room for struggling and my mind turned into a mess as my Wolf howled in excitement at the thought of my Mate taking me. His rough hands explored my body as I tried to pull away but I found myself slowly leaning into his touch, biting off a moan as I felt his hot rod on my thighs. My body wanted this, the heat, the passion - I never knew I was deprived but his kiss and touch awakened my soul, making me want more as I melted into his hands and his tongue twisted with mine. Suddenly he grabbed me by my waist and raised me easily. I felt like a puppet at his mercy, as he pulled me close and his rod entered me.

I wrapped my legs around his waist as he pushed in and I couldn't hold off the moans that came with the rush. My back arched as I howled into the sky, his dick moving faster inside me and every thrust sent me over the edge. I was losing myself in the tumultuous pleasure, the feeling of being controlled by someone stronger just breaking my resolve until suddenly, I didn't want to be dominated by this Man, whether he was my mate or not he hadn't earned the right to control me. I pushed back, my nails tearing into his back as I tried to change the rhythm and looked into his eyes.

But Mike stopped abruptly, his brown eyes slowly turning red as he stared at me coldly, I could feel his body growing bigger, even his d*ck had started to stretch me further. Then in a smooth motion, I was on the ground on all fours, my head facing the tree as Mike pressed me down and entered once more from behind. The pain from my injured rib intensified and mixed with the pleasure as my head went blank.

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My thoughts felt foggy and blurry as I came to, my body aching, especially my lower side and ribs. It was like a train had run into my lower half, and I felt so sore and sticky..., it took a while for me to notice that I was on something quite soft and not on the forest grounds. I quickly opened my eyes to check where I was and I was dumbfounded to see myself in a green room. There was a rock band flyer on the wall and some loose clothes. I could smell Mike everywhere in this room and it brought me some sort of strange comfort.

The realization took me back to what happened and I didn't know whether to be happy I was alive or not. I was sent on a mission to kill two men, yet I found out that one was my Mate and here I was, on his bed. I needed to find Mike and understand the whole situation, what was going on, what were Lycan hybrids with an innate hate for witches doing with one?. I stood up from the bed, but it was then I noticed that I was in a green loose gown. I stumbled out of the room and into the living room of the cottage, to find a bare chested Mike with his brother and Ursula (in her old woman form) seated on a wick chair. They each held a cup with a sweet smelling aroma that made my head grow clearer just from the smell.

The whole atmosphere suddenly turned stifling in a moment as Ursula's green eyes sparkled with an unnatural radiance, my body tensed ready to dodge any incoming spell, but a growl from Mike eased the situation.

"Stop that Grandma, I told you she is my mate, put your petty rivalry aside".

Grandma? How could Hybrids have a witch for a grandmother?. I wasn't in the best frame of mind at the moment, after all I was in a room with three people that could kill me in seconds if they felt like it. It was then I felt that subtle connection with Mike that had always been there ever since last night, a feeling of comfort easing my troubled mind and I trusted it for now.

Mark just looked at me indifferently, like I was some sort of 'thing' he didn't like, yet couldn't get rid off. With a snort, he turned to Ursula and said;

"Ignore her Ma, you still haven't told us what the hell is going on. The bedtime stories you told us, about witches, Werewolves and Vampires, I never thought were real. How do we have these powers?".

"You also haven't told us about her Parents, you owe us that too", said Mike. There was something about the Twins now that just screamed authority, that definitely wasn't there yesterday. Their bloodlines must have been influencing their behaviours and hybrids were known to be more emotional creatures than normal creatures like us. Ursula turned her attention back to the Twins and gave a kind smile;

"I was coming to that my dearies and since you want to allow this creature to join us, then fine. Now listen closely my little lovelies, let me tell you about the blood that flows through your veins."

Taking a sip of the liquid in her cup, she took a breathe before she continued and she didn't mince words;

"As you should know by now from the stories I told you, you are both hybrids, vampire - Lycan hybrids to be precise. Your very existence was a taboo and the relationship that gave birth to your existence was also a taboo for both the Lycans and the Vampires. So your parents, though both high ranking members of their clans were hunted down by both sides and were just able to hand you to me for safekeeping before they were killed.

Should I remember correctly, your father's name is Shiva Gillian of the Luminous tribe and your mother - Solvar Scryer, an elder Vampire of the Scryer clan."

Ursula's words shook me to my toes as my heart sank with every word, my clearing head just grew foggy from the countless thoughts just popping up. How could this be?, how could an already bad situation get any worse?. It was already bad that my Mate and target was a powerful hybrid, yet now things were about to get worse and it did.

"HOW DARE THEY!!" Shouted Mike as he stood up in a rage, his pupils turning a shade of crimson red. Mark just sat quietly, but the cracking and splitting of wood from the armrest of his chair betrayed his anger. He said slowly but his every words were punctuated by a chilling coldness;

"I will kill every single person that had a hand in their deaths."

This was turning into a horror film, not because the Twins were gearing up for revenge, but because of the people I could already guess they would be going against, then the witch spoke again bringing my worst fears to reality.

"Well if you wish to take revenge, can you go against the Lycan Prince Luther and Averask of the Scryer Family?, they are the current heads of the families that ordered the death of your parents. Your father was Luther's older brother and heir to the Lycan throne, but he fell in love with an Elder Vampire from the Scryer clan, a taboo in and of itself. They were hunted down like chickens and the only reason I took you in was because I owed your parents a favour. Which is also why I created those necklaces, it was shield to you from unleashing your ancestry before you reached your potential, well not anymore because of a certain someone"

Ursula gave me a glance with the last statement, but I didn't care about her anymore. My legs grew shaky as my fears were confirmed. If the Twins decided to go against such a threat then they weren't just going against two people, they were going against every werewolf tribe and Lycan under Shiva's hold and every Vampire in the Scryer clan and I was about to be thrust into all this madness. Suddenly I regretted kicking Julian, if I wasn't so reckless then I wouldn't be in this mess. This was when two tyrannic auras pulled me out of my revelry and I watched as each Twin looked at the smiling Ursula dead in the eye, then Mark said;

"No matter the armies they bring, or the territories they have, they will still die by our hands. We will take our rightful place on the throne and slaughter the head of the Scryer family.