THE HYBRID WOLF

Clayton.

“Yes, baby… Continue like that. Get angry, think about all the nasty things they did to you, and seek revenge,” I growl beside her, fueling her anger.

“What will you do about it? Show me your anger…” I growl louder, and I see her eyes turning red, meaning Leone is there, but the energy she gives out is well-balanced and I smile. She has done it.

I go to her and hug her, rubbing her back and taking the edge away. Her breathing is ragged, her chest rapidly rising and falling. She starts breathing deeply, inhaling my scent and gradually calming down.

“You did it, princess. You did it,” I say, happily carrying her into my arms and twirling her around while she does a happy yuppie dance.

I drop her down on her feet and kiss her deeply and feverishly. It took her two days to succeed, she is really unbelievable.

“I need you to shift baby, into your Lycan because even though Zeus often shows up in my conscience when I fuck you, it is not enough for him. He needs to fuck his mate properly, he is going crazy with need right now. He is fucking proud of you,” I tell Leila with our foreheads pressed together, grinning like a madman.

“I know. Leone too feels the same. Her mate is incredible,” She says, smiling.

An hour later, Zeus's long and thick cock is still pounding into Leone's tight pussy like there is no tomorrow.

Now that we have this place, we'll let them out more frequently, I think in his subconscious.

He has his claws holding her small frame in place in front of him before balancing one of her feet on his forearm, drilling deeper into her.

Only growls can be heard in the entire room. Saliva drips down every time they open their mouths to pant.

Fifteen minutes later, Zeus finally release his load after making Leone cum again and again and again. His cock drops out of her with a 'slouch' sound. They stand there, breathing hard and grinning at each other in their Lycan way.

Leila and I are now lying on the floor, recuperating from the exhaustion of our beast's activities.

Twenty minutes later, I carry Leila to our room, so we can get ready to receive Archer. He is due any moment now. The maids have prepared the house and everything needed for his reception.

Leila dresses in a long red dress with a split to the side that reaches her thigh. She has her hair in a chignon and a pair of red high heels. God, she is beautiful.

I'm dressed in black dress pants, black ladder shoes, and a white button-down shirt, with a red handkerchief in my chest pocket, to match her clothes. My thick rich chocolate brown hair is styled with the top a little longer than the sides.

“You look dashing, honey,” she says, running her fingers over the collar of my shirt. I know her hands are itching to pass through my hair. It is one of her favorite things to do. I smirked, seeing her hands moving up towards my hair and then coming back down.

I let out a full belly laugh after she does it a couple of times, and I kiss her, permitting her to dishelve my hair. She was the one who styled it, so it makes no difference to me.

“Don't do this, princess, or we won't leave this room. You look good enough to eat,” I say when she gets closer to me, forgetting herself as she caresses my scale affected by the warmth and electricity seeping through our bodies at our contact. The look I give her makes her shiver.

“Let's go. As much as I like our indoor activities, I've missed the others too.” She says wanting to move, but I hold her back.

“If you had time to miss anyone when with me, that means I haven't done a good enough job,” I growl in her ear, wanting to cancel this whole get-together.

“No, baby stop. You did a wonderful job, I promise,” she squeals, running away and I laugh.

We get down the stairs and already laughter can be heard from the living room. As soon as Leila enters the room, she stops dead on her track and I enter in high alert mood instantly.

I turn to what has her so tense and see Archer standing there, his eyes open wide.

Motherfucker…

They look so alike. How did I miss this?

“Hello,” Archer says tentatively after a few agonizing minutes.

“Hi,” Leila responded softly with a frown.

“Are you my brother?” She says, cutting right into the cheese.

“Certainly not. My Lycan says you are his offspring. So no. I'm your father,” Archer says embarrassed, rubbing the back of his head.

After ten minutes of just stealing glances at each other, Archer finally asks Leila who her mother is, and where she was. I could see the excitement in his eyes, even though he was trying to downplay it. But Leila doesn't know either her name or the pack she came from.

Archer proceeded to tell Leila that her mother's name was Christabella and that Leila looked a lot like her, especially with her red hair and clear blue-gray eyes.

“You are the only two people I have met with these peculiar eyes,” he says, gazing into her eyes, but you could tell at that instant that he wasn't seeing Leila, but her mother.

Archer had met Leila's mother after she had lost her mate to death. They got to know each other and over the years they developed feelings for one another.

Leila's mother was a pure Alpha and was the alpha of her pack, the then Moonrise Pack. They got together one night of passion, but he had to leave the next day because the palace had called. He promised her he would come back and make her his mate. They were both so happy. But when he came back a month later, there was nothing left. Where there had once been plenty of houses and life, was now charcoal and burnt remains.

He investigated if she had survived, if she made it out of there alive, but no. She was dead. He never got to know who did that. For years, he tracked down the people who killed his love and came up with nothing. Yet.

He is still searching from what he says.

“I never could have imagined that she gave birth and that our night had bearded such a beautiful fruit," he says, smiling at Leila who returns his smile after hearing his explanation.

In return, Leila recited the story of her life, and I could see Archer shaking from rage at the mention of what John did to her. I understand him all too well because, just like with me, Leila forbids him from touching anyone from that pack because of her adoptive parents.