The Hybrid Queen Unedited

It took me a moment to realize I was not alone. I felt him before I saw or even smelt him. It was an odd sensation. Would I always be this aware of him? Was he aware of me? I did not move as I sighed and closed my eyes, trying to calm my heart beat.“Faye?” Elijah’s voice raised goosebumps on my skin. I jumped and turned to face him. His eyes were fixed on my face. “You look like you have seen a ghost!” he said as he walked up to me. I was not sure I could speak yet. I was sure about what I had seen. I just did not understand it. Elijah looked at the window and then closed it. As he did so, he brushed my arm and he stiffened, sniffing the air. He looks down at me. “Were you bleeding again?” he asked me. I nod my head without really meaning to. “I was using my powers to find you... I wanted to explain myself,” I told him in a hushed voice. Elijah sighed and turned away from me. “You do not have to do that,” he said. I could not stop myself anymore. I didn’t want to. It was not fair, what he was doing. When a wolf finds his or her mate, there is always some kind of emotional bond between them. Always. There was always an urgency to be with your mate. There was always this need. This hunger. Yet Elijah was blocking me every chance he got. Or was it just me? No. That was impossible. He had asked to mark me. And I had refused. I had turned him away. I could feel a sob raising in my chest. Elijah looked back at me and his face was suddenly shocked. “Are you going to cry?” he demanded.

I nodded. “I don’t want to but...I have the feeling this is not going to work, Elijah,” I told him.

“And why is that?” he asked me. I was speaking the truth. A truth that I had not realized I had been thinking about since the night of the first attack. Elijah stalked up to me and looked me in the eye.

“It would be best if I rejected you,” I tell him. “How can you want me? I will be a weak and useless Mate and Queen to you!” I tell him.

Elijah watched me, his eyes burning now. “Then do it!” he hissed at me, as his hands snaked around my waist. ” Reject me, Faye! Tell me there are no feelings in your heart for me and I will let you go!” he hissed at me. His touch made my heart race and I closed my eyes, the tears spilling over. The way he had left my room tonight, the way he was always pushing me away... I sighed. I could not pin all the blame on him. I knew I wanted him yet I needed other things first. I looked up at him, looking into his emerald green eyes. “I do not want to reject you, Elijah! I just need to do things before I can start my life here!” I tell him. He turns back to face me. “Things like what? You never let me all the way in. I still know nothing about you really. I know nothing of your life at your old Pack House or before you were taken by the Snatchers. Let me in,” he pleaded. I close my eyes as his hand snakes around my arm. “My life at the pound was dark, Elijah. I have already told you what they did there!” I reminded him. Elijah sighed. He dropped my arm and leaned back against the wall. “Perhaps you are right. I should let you go. But I do not want to reject you. You should be the one to reject me,” he said.

I was shaking my head before he had even finished speaking. “No, I can’t. I won’t,” I said.

Elijah sighed. “Then there is really only one thing we can do!”

I watch him as he raises his hand to brush my hair over my shoulder, running his finger along the main artery of my neck. The same place my mark would go. I shiver at his touch. Elijah licks his lips as his eyes are fixed on that spot. “And what is that?” I demanded. Elijah leaned in to kiss me, running his tongue along my bottom lip. “I am going to Mark you,” he said. I leaned away from him but he held me closer. “Do not deny me again, Faye! Please!”I looked into his eyes and for the first time I wanted him to make me, take me, mate me right there on the spot. I watched his eyes darken as he sniffed the air. How could he turn me on with just one look? I swallowed and could feel myself slipping, giving into him. “It is only a matter of time, Faye, might as well be now,” he told me. Before I could answer, Elijah scooped me up into his arms and we were in his room. His room was neatly taken care of, colors of white and pale baby blue on the bed sheets and walls. And it smelled like him. It smelled like Elijah. He set me on the bed, on his pillow and I turned my face into his pillow, inhaling his scent. Yes. This is what I needed. I reached for him but he gripped my wrists and pushed me back down. “Relax, Love,” he told me and he pushed my shirt up enough only to expose my belly. He placed soft kisses on my skin, dipping his tongue into my belly button. I gasped and would my fingers into his silk like hair. His hands roamed my body; up my arms, over my shoulders and back down. Never touching me in a place he may think I did not want to be touched. “I seek only to mark you, Faye,” he told me when his hands came to a rest on my thighs. He must have heard my breath hitch. “That is all I want to do tonight. I am not going to push you for anything else,” he promised. He looked up at me and I nodded.

“Would you like me to go first?” he asked.I thought for a moment. Did I? I knew it would be painful. Yet I could not bring myself to worry about that too much. I just nodded, not sure I could speak. Elijah smiled and leaned up over me, his hands brushing away my long hair. I could see his canine’s coming out as he lowered his head to the right side of my neck. His lips pressed there for a moment, his tongue sweeping my skin, making me incredibly wet. I moaned and pressed his head into my neck trying to let him know that this is what I really wanted and he growled at me, his hot breath washing over my skin. Then suddenly, he grunted and pushed his teeth into the soft skin of my neck. Pain and pleasure exploded within me. First the pain came. My first instinct was to push him away and run. It hurt. Like someone was pushing needles into my skin. The pain ran down the side of my neck and over my chest. My eyes flew open and I gasped. It was not like I would have thought it would be. Ever had a tattoo done? Hurts just as much. The feeling of getting blood drawn was nothing compared to this. I wanted to push him away. Then the pleasure came. Never had I felt such a sensation. I was unable to put it into words and I knew that here in just a few moments I would be giving him the same pleasure. Elijah moved against me now, holding me to him. I could feel his rock hard erection through his sweatpants and my thighs and southern region tingled. I wanted him. I wanted him bad. Yet I had to stand by what I had said before. It was all I had right now. When Elijah retracted his teeth from my skin, he licked up the blood and I moaned a little. “I love that look on your face,” he whispered. I open my eyes, confused. “What look?” I ask him. “The look of pleasure I just gave you,” he said.

I feel myself blush. He smiled and pressed his lips to mine and then leaned his neck over my face. “Mark me now,” he said. I wrap my arms around him, pull him in and sink my teeth into the side of his neck. Elijah let out a loud sigh and I felt him grind a little against me, his thigh between my legs now, his hand had a fist full of my night gown. I knew he could smell how turned on I was. It was an odd smell. Something between his scent and my own. It was hard to put into words. The more my teeth sank into his skin, the more he moved and the more he moaned. My hands gripped his hair, holding him in place. We were both breathing hard and then suddenly he rolled over, pulling me on top of him, my lips and teeth never leaving his skin. His hands ran down my back, grabbing at the fabric of my robe. My tongue slipped over his skin and he sighed in content. When I pulled away and sat up he smiled at me, reaching up to tilt my head to the side, exposing the mark he had made on my skin. “My mark looks beautiful on you, Love,” he said, resting his hands on my thighs. I smiled, playing with the hem of his wife beater. “I like it too,” I mumble. Elijah sighed and rolled us to the side. “This is your room now. Our room. No need to go back to that guest room,” he told me. I could feel my guard coming back up and I eyed him. “Elijah-”He pressed a finger to my lips. “No worries, Love. I gave you my word that I would not pressure you for anything you are not ready for. We are Marked. That is the beginning of our bond. We have time to mate and wed. No one is rushing us,” he reminded me. My thoughts went back to what Amilia had said. That Elijah had people coming for this throne if he did not wed and breed his mate within the deadline. I sighed. “Tell me what you are thinking,” he whispered as he brushed a stray hair from my face.

I looked up at his touch and I was unable to resist him. I knew from here on out it would be hard to hide things from him because of my Mark. Not that I wanted to hide things from him. It was just that I was a private person. It was hard for me to open up.

“I was thinking about my parents,” I admitted. It was true. I had been thinking about them and now even more so since I was sure I had seen my father behind the window tonight. I had to keep telling myself that it was impossible. I knew there was no way for me to see them again unless I died. I shuddered at the thought. I hated the idea of not being without Elijah.

“About returning to your Pack House,” Elijah said. I looked up at him as he propped himself up on his elbow. His face was troubled, almost like he did not like what he was about to say. “You should go,” he said. I felt my heart sink. Now he wanted me to go? He smiled and kissed my lips quickly. “Not because I don’t want you! You are mine, you are Marked now and I can mind link you anytime now. I want you to go for you,” he said. I smiled. “Thank you, Elijah,” I told him, caressing his cheek. He nodded. “But Amilia is going with you,” he said. “You are my Queen and since I can not go with you myself my sister will have to do it,” he said and leaned into my touch. I frowned. “Why can’t you come?” I asked him. He sighed and picked up my hand and played with my fingers. “I have a meeting to go to. That is why I was thinking, tomorrow afternoon, we go out. On our date that we had to cancel. After training of course,” he said and smiled at me. I groaned. “Training? Really?” I asked him. He nodded. “Really. You need it. I will be there with you. Perhaps you can kick Summer’s ass again!” he laughed at me, pulling me to his chest. I melted there in his arms. This is all I had needed. Yet the thought of still returning to Vancouver was still heavy on my mind. I needed to go back. I looked up at him. He was staring up at the ceiling, his face relaxed. “Are you sure?” I asked him. “That you are okay with me going back, I mean?”Elijah sighed and looked down at me. “Do I wish you would wait until it is safer and that I was able to go with you? Yes, I do. Do I understand why you need to go? Not really. However I am willing to let you go if that is what you need. If that is what you want,” he answered me. I sat up and looked up at him. “You don’t understand why I have to go back?” I asked him. He looked at me, his face impassive. “No.” I sighed. “I have to see it Elijah. I have to see it for myself. I have had this feeling ever since Kat was found that night. I have had this feeling that I needed to go back. Something is there. Perhaps one of my old Pack members?” I said. Elijah looked at me now, his eyes full of sadness. “Faye, it has been over a year. I am not trying to hurt you but if any of your Pack members were alive, we would know by now,” he told me. I shake my head. “We did not know that Kat was alive. That means anyone from my former Pack could be out there. They could have the answers on what happened that night Elijah!”He sighed again and reached up to touch my face. “You have my leave to go to Vancouver. You have four days. Then you need to come back,” he said. I sighed in relief. I was going home. I knew there was nothing left for me there yet I still had to see it for myself. I had to see what had become of my home.

I leaned in and kissed him. “Thank you!” I told him.

Elijah just nodded and warped his arm around my waist. “You better not let anything happen to you!” he warned me. “Amilia better protect you!”I laughed. “Have a little faith in your sister. She got me here, didn’t she?” I asked him. Elijah grumbled under his breath. “I suppose she did. I will speak with her and have her make up the trip for you,” he said and yawned. Sleep was not to far behind for us. I cuddled into his chest, never having felt this safe in a vary long time. Although, even in his arms I could not shake the nagging feeling in my gut. My mind wandered back to that window and my father. I was trying hard not to hope he was still alive. Hope was a dangerous thing in my world right now.

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When I woke in the morning, Elijah’s arms was warped around my waist and he was breathing evenly. I sighed in content. I could stay here and never move ever again. I would be just fine with living right here in this bed. But I knew I had plans. I had to speak with Amilia about going back to Vancouver. She would have a nice time getting this trip together I think.The feeling of sadness that filled me when I thought of my empty deserted Pack House, just sitting in the middle of the woods, rotting away. I wished we could have moved the Pack there instead. Elijah would never go for that, I knew that and I was not about to try and press my luck. I had made up my mind. I was staying here. I was ready to move on from my past. Almost. I was almost ready. After this trip, after I had the answers I needed, I would be ready for everything that The Great Spirit had to throw at me. I bit my lip. I knew it was not ready to see what was at my old Pack House yet I could not just sit here anymore. I had seen my best friend’s dead body. I had seen my dead father. Then it is me. I was losing my mind. Maybe I had been in the pound for too long. I had heard stories before I had been arrested, how young wolves go mad, how they went insane because of how bad the conditions were there. And I had not even been at the main pound. I shuddered at the thought of being sent to an actual facility that was way worse then the one I had been in. I had heard horror stories from the guards. Once you went there, there was no coming back. So many wolves had come and gone in the year I had been there. Perhaps, someday I would be able to help the rogues that were still trapped in there. Some might want to stay here with us. Some may want to go on their own. I stopped short, wondering if that had even changed. In the matter of a year, a whole new justice system had been put into effect. It would be up to Elijah. I mulled that over. He had come to me before, wanting to know my opinion on things, things that mattered to the Pack. Not political things. And my training was still underway, getting to know all the Houses and rules now. For one, there were still Alpha’s, only they did not hold nearly as much power over anyone as Elijah did. Amilia had told me once, while we had been out shopping, that Elijah was above all the Alpha’s in the US. No other Alpha could compare power to him. Yet she had just told me she was worried that there would be an uprising. Would it be from someone Elijah knew? Or would it be someone who was in the lower ranks? So many questions were flying around in my head right now that I needed to clear my mind. I looked over my shoulder at Elijah who was still sound asleep next to me. I smiled at him, my heart filling up with joy. I could not deny I was falling for him. And fast. He was so caring and demanding, loving and dismissive. He was such an odd person at times. Then again I remembered that he had lost his father and I knew that was one thing we had in common, of the only thing. It was an odd thing to be grateful for, as bad as it sounded. I sighed again. I needed to go get dressed for the day. I did not want anyone to see me coming out of his room. We were not mated and not everyone knew that we were fated.

I gently grabbed Elijah’s wrist and removed it from around my waist. I climbed out of bed and he just rolled over on his back and mumbled something in his sleep. I sighed, not wanting to leave but I knew I had to. I walked over to the door, my hand was about to touch the door knob when I felt a presence behind me. “Where are you sneaking off to?” Elijah demanded as he grabbed my wrist, making me face him. “Don’t creep up on me like that!” I hissed at him, trying to playfully punch his arm. Elijah growled at me and pulled me closer. “Were you just going to leave me here, all by myself?” he asked me as his lips went to my neck. His lips touched my newly placed Mark and I hissed in pain, a growl ripping up my chest. I pushed him away, a little too forcefully and he wobbled on his feet a little from the force. That was new. I was a weakling. I should not have been able to do that. Elijah looked just as shocked. “You pushed me!” he complained. I rolled my eyes at him. “I’m sorry, but that hurt! I thought Marks were supposed to heal overnight?” I asked him. Elijah stepped to me, pushing my hair aside and looked at my Mark. He hissed as if he was the one in pain and turned me to face the mirror. “They are, but sometimes they take a little longer,” he admitted. We stood there, looking at each-other in the mirror for a few moments. “I’m sorry you are in pain,” he told me. I shake my head. “Don’t be,” I answered. Suddenly his face went serious and his eyes seemed to become unfocused. I turned to face him.“What is it?”Elijah put his focus back on me. “It’s Larson. He is demanding to speak with me,” he said bitterly.