THE HYBRID WOLF

Clayton.

I take Leila into my private room, and she is in awe, as she looks around. Extremely thick walls. Made in a special material to withstand the strength of a Lycan. It's the material every Lycan in the world uses to build their house.

The palace where lives the royal family of Lycans is made up of this material, and it doesn't hurt that my father was the brother to the king. For a good number of years, I was a palace warrior until I asked my uncle to let me go and roam the earth too.

My family consists of my dad, Duke Daniel Alphonso Hall, my mom, Duchess Diana Hall, my younger sister, Cassandra Isabella Hall, Cassie for short. My uncle, King Mikhail Stephen, his mate, aunt Melody Stephen, and their son, the crown prince Lorenzo Gray Stephen. And my brother from another womb, the grandson of the principal chief of security of the palace, Archer Lincoln. We served the royal family together before taking a break. We keep in touch, even though for the past twenty years he hasn't been himself. Someone had killed a she-wolf he had harbored feelings for. I'm sure he will be fine once he finds his mate. Look at me, I'm a living, and breathing example.

Leila and I go straight to the exercises I need her to master.

“You were a wolf before, so I think picturing how Leone was before won't be too difficult,” I tell her once she is in a relaxed sitting position. I caressed her back as she took deep breaths in and let them out, slowly going deeper and deeper into a relaxed state.

“I want you to visualize Leone the way she was before and try to modify her actual form into the image you want her to be. When you are there, I want you to shift. Don't force yourself. Stay relaxed and calm. Just the way you used to be before the transformation,” I instruct her as she breathes deeply and slowly.

I see her forehead wrinkle in a frown, and I caress her back to help her relax and release the building tension.

We finally succeeded after about ten times of trying, and I'm very proud of her. Some Lycans take years to master this. And if a Lycan hasn't mastered metamorphosis, he or she is not allowed to leave the royal grounds or Pack if I can say so. Yet here we are, my mate did it after just a few trials.

We will continue tomorrow. You need to rest,” I say, and she nods, exhausted and sweating all over.

I carry her to our room and run a bath for her. After bathing her, I take her to bed and lie her down. She is out the moment her head touches the pillow. I smile, caressing her soft hair. Her skin is warm from the bath, and she smells like vanilla extract. I press my face to her hair and inhale deeply to calm Zeus. He is so turned on and proud of his mate's fast learning ability.

I can't present her to the council without her being ready. She must be able to mimic a wolf by the time I take her to them. Some of them have heard about her, but I haven't officially talked about her with them.

The transformation part was the most difficult aspect because our Lycan always formed a kind of resistance to being downgraded to the form of a wolf, taking that as an offense. So, I'm happy we're done with that. All that is remaining is the energy control. The aura she releases even when angry must be controlled.

So, we will be working on her self-control. The transformation is the most difficult part to do, whereas energy control is an everyday thing. You master the transformation only once, but you have to get a hold of yourself every day, at any given time.

I get up from the bed after pecking Leila on her temple and move to the sofa in the far corner of the room.

I grab Archer's number and deal. It rings for a long time and when I'm sure it will go to voicemail, he finally picks up.

“Lord Clayton… Long time no see. How are you, my friend?” I hear Archer say, but I mostly hear the moans of a woman.

“Are you kidding me, Archer? Talking to me while you're fucking some woman?” I say exasperated. The death of his love has turned him into a character. Nothing in a dress that has a pussy moves past this dick lately.

We had opposite reactions to losing our love. I became angry and lonely, while Archer was skipping from one woman to another. I won't be his judge though, before meeting Kayla, I was just as bad. Only after knowing what sex really felt like after coupling with my mate, I couldn't go back to the tasteless, faceless women like I used to.

“Didn't you want me to pick up your call?” He growls into the phone and I sigh.

“I want you to come visit. I have someone I want you to meet,” I say, settling more into the sofa.

“Is she hot?” He asks, and I can imagine the grin on his face.

“She is my mate. You better watch out what you say,” I reply, the menace in my voice clear, and I'm met with silence.

“Are you coming or not? I ask impatiently.

“Forgive me. You just took me by surprise. Of course, I'll come and meet my sister-in-law,” he says, a little sober.

“Good. When should I expect you?” I ask.

“Two days. I'm not too far from your pack, alpha Clayton…" He says, laughing hard now.

“Shut up, idiot,” I growl.

“You've always had a thing for werewolves anyway. Maybe that is why the moon goddess is always blessing you with one, "he snickered. Son of a bitch…

“ She is a Lycan. Well, when I met her, she was a hybrid, after the mating and marking she transformed into a full Lycan within two days,” I explain, and again I'm met with silence.

“Is that even possible? I mean, the hybrid thing?” He finally asks after a long pause.

“Sincerely, I didn't know too that it was possible, but my mate is the proof that it is…" I say trailing off. Now he knows he should be careful with his dick and not impregnate a wolf he isn't concerned about.

“Damn.” That is all he says afterward.

“Ok, big man. See you in two days. And be careful with that dick of yours now.” I say hanging up without giving him a chance to reply.