The Prince's Hybrid Slave

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Chapter 2


The following morning, I woke up under the plush and velvety soft comforter of my new bed. Although, I wasn’t even sure how I was able to sleep at all, considering how many thoughts raced through my mind. Something I still couldn’t wrap my head around was the most terrifying thought; I was now the Prince’s slave. Taking a deep breath, I knew that I had to stay strong.

Sighing deeply, I burrowed underneath the comforter, hoping this was all a nasty dream. Pinching myself a few times on my side, the pain told me that there was no way this was even close to a dream. Pulling the comforter down, the warmth of the sun on my face only solidified the fact.

Unsure of what to do, I spent the day in my room, looking out the window. It made me sad to know that I would never be allowed outside without my master. Everything would be controlled. There would never be a day when I would be able to just walk through the trees, feel the wind on my face. A tear dripped down my cheek, and I hastily wiped it away. Crying about it wouldn’t change anything.

Padding lazily over to the bookcase, I ran my fingers over the spines. The rough texture beneath my fingertips felt foreign. Very rarely did we get access to books. Raquel taught me to read with the books that she was privileged to have. Perhaps if I pass the time reading, I’ll feel better, I thought. An old book caught my attention. It was one of the ones Raquel would read to me, and the same one she taught me to read with.

So many hours had passed by, and before I knew it, the sun was going down. Tensing up, I remember what he had said to me the night before.

A lone tear slid down my cheek. I wasn’t ready to start my new life.


Seeing how high the moon was, I figured it was time for me to find something to wear for the Prince’s arrival.

Going into the walk-in closet, I looked through my limited wardrobe and saw nothing suitable for a prince. The idea of not being able to please him on the first day was giving me anxiety

Panicking, I started to pull at my hair. “Don’t do that. I like your hair.” His voice was so velvety smooth, and he looked even more handsome than the first time I saw him. Clad in black skinny jeans and a low-cut white V-neck T-shirt. “Come here,” he commanded, with a flick of his finger.

He was leaning against the doorframe, smirking slightly. My feet were frozen in place to the plush carpet. Cautiously approaching, I paused about five feet away from him. “A little closer,” he urged. Suddenly, the air around me blew by and I found myself flat on my back on my bed, with the prince hovering over me. My hands gripped the dark comforter with every ounce of energy. If I had squeezed any harder, the bones of my knuckles would have protruded through the skin.

Breath quickening, I felt my heart rate sky rocket. That only served to put an even deeper smile on his face. Nearing my neck, the blood pumped faster through my veins. “Your heartbeat is so sweet,” he cooed. His fangs grazed my neck and ear. “Do you know why you’re here, my pet?”

The lump in my throat caught my words. Remembering the consequences for not answering, I swallowed hard. “I-I’m here to please you.” The shaky words escaped my mouth, and his lips curled up into a smile.

“Very good, my sweet. First, we need to discuss a couple things,” he said, breathing on my neck, making me shiver.

Standing before me, his towering presence made me cower slightly. Trying to keep my eyes down, he grasped my chin between his thumb and forefinger, assuring I would look directly in his eyes. Gasping, I saw the beautiful blue of his eyes and heat pooled between my legs. “First and foremost, you always look at me when I speak to you. I do not appreciate disrespect, and I won’t have it. Secondly, you always, and I mean always show me the utmost respect. Third, you speak when spoken to, no matter what. Fourth, do not leave this room. And finally, you are to please me whenever I wish, and you do not ask questions. Understood?” His voice was so authoritarian it was almost a turn-on. I nodded in response. “Good girl.”

“Stand up.” Rising, my shaky knees almost gave out. The prince circled me, inspecting every single inch of my body. Moving my hair over to one shoulder, he ran his cold fingers over my skin giving me goosebumps. His eyes roamed over me. I kept my eyes down out of fear. “Look at me,” the prince said, his voice cold. Lifting my head, I kept my eyes down just below his. “I want to see your eyes,” he demanded. Doing as I was told, I brought my eyes up to his. For a brief moment, his gaze appeared gentle, only to be replaced with lust.

“Lay back on the bed,” he whispered, fangs on my ear. My stomach began to twist in knots knowing where this would lead. “Now!” Lying back on the bed, my body was shaking in unwanted anticipation. In a flash, he was on top of me, and I squeezed my eyes shut out of fear. Even with my eyes closed, I could feel his gaze pierce through me down to my very essence.

“Open your eyes.” When I did, I gawped seeing that my dress had been torn and thrown on the floor.

“What the—” I whimpered, slightly lifting myself to my elbows.

He chuckled slightly, seeing my surprised face. Panicking, I started to struggle beneath him, but he held me down, pinning my wrists to the bed. He smirked devilishly at me.

His warm breath on my neck sent a shiver down my spine. Involuntarily, I wrapped one leg around his hip. A sudden pain rocked my body as I felt his fangs penetrate my skin. My whole body felt like it was on fire, and I wanted to scream. All I could feel was the life being drained from by body by two little holes. “You taste so sweet,” he purred, pulling away, licking his lips.

Getting off the bed, the prince straightened himself. “I think that will be it for now, kitten. Now, you’re mine. Don’t forget it.” He traced a finger down my leg, making me shiver. “Good night, my sweet slave.”


The sun shone through the bay window of my room the next morning. Groggily opening my eyes, I felt awful. Sluggish and weak. Sitting up amongst all the bedding, I pressed a hand to my temple. My head was throbbing.

Suddenly, the door swung open and a very familiar face walked in with a tray full of food. “Theresa?” I squeaked, tears in my eyes.

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Seeing my face, she looked very concerned.

Gently turning my head, she turned my head to get a side view of my neck. A small, yet sad smile crossed her features. “Don’t worry, love. What you’re feeling is because he bit you. It will pass.”

Placing the tray over my lap, she sat on the edge of the bed next to me. “Once you eat something, your body will recover.” At her insistence, I started picking at my plate, despite having no appetite. Theresa sighed at me, seeing how much I didn’t want to eat. “Please eat, Marnie. You’re going to need your strength.” She smiled, walked from the room, and closed the door behind her.

Continuing to pick at my food, I felt very restless. Thinking back to what happened, made my stomach turn. Unable to reconcile those feelings, combined with restlessness, I found myself with the urge to wander the mansion. Though I had been told not to, there wasn’t much else for me to do. Breaking one of the Prince’s rules would surely get me into trouble.

Going against my gut, I slipped on a pair of pants and T-shirt and ventured out of my room. Despite my duties, there were parts of the house that I had never been in. When I did my chores, I simply did them and went back to where I was supposed to be. Warning bells went off in my head, and I could hear Raquel’s voice in my head always telling me not to go to those parts under any circumstances.

Leaving my room, there was deafening silence all around me. Every fiber of my being told me to stay put, and the hairs on the back of my neck stood straight, but my feet continued down the hallway. There were so many portraits on the walls; past kings and queens, princes’ and princesses. They all looked so young, but the reality was much different. One portrait, in particular, caught my eye. Prince Silas. He looked not a day older than the painting. His dark hair was curly, with a tendril hanging loose, which made his blue eyes glow. He looked so beautiful.

Continuing on my forbidden journey, I came across two doors. They were painted white with gold trim around the borders and etchings. I’d never seen such a thing; it was very striking. Opening the door, I saw something else that took my breath away. There were intricate murals on the walls with such beautiful colors. One in specific caught my eye. Before me, was a pictographic representation of William Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet. She was on her balcony, Romeo down below looking up at her longingly. All the colors were so vivid; from the white of lattice to the green of the foliage. I could just hear the verses in my head. Raquel would read it to Alina and I when we were young, and then later to Grace, as a means to help us sleep. Perhaps it was her hope that we would find our Prince Charming someday.

My back was to the door when I heard it click closed. “I left that open,” I whispered, to the air. Immediate panic raced through me, as I bolted to it. Turning the knob several times, it was locked. “Oh, shit,” I said, aloud.

“Now, now. That sort of language isn’t proper for a lady,” a smooth voice said. “Oh, but wait. You aren’t a lady; you’re a whore.”

Looking around frantically, I don’t see anyone. Backing into a corner, I could feel my heart beat increase with every breath I took. Then, a figure stood before me, almost as beautiful as Prince Silas himself. His hair was golden brown, with the same blue eyes as the prince. The leather black pants he wore hugged every curve and showed every muscle. His black button down clung tightly to his chest and arms, baring all.

“W-who are you?” I stammered.

Taking a step closer, he moved the hair from my face so he could look at me more clearly. Tilting my chin up, I could see the fangs in his smile. “I’m Zander. Prince Zander. And who might you be, lovely?” I tried to avert my eyes, but he didn’t give me an inch with his hand on my chin. Every word he spoke made my skin crawl.

“M-my name is Marnie.” The words were barely above a whisper.

“You smell delicious,” he hummed, tongue running up my neck. “Mmm, you taste even better.”

‘Oh no,’ I thought. ‘He’s going to kill me.’



Startled out of my sleep, I sensed Marnie in distress. Racing out of bed, and down the hall, I could hear her rapid heartbeat even before I made it to where she was. I told her to stay in her room for her own safety. There were things in this house that were not yet for her eyes.

Following her scent, I made my way to the old ballroom, when I smelled another scent. One that I didn’t want to smell. Zander.

Busting through the door, I saw Marnie backed into a corner, Zander’s hand around her throat ready to bite her. “Zander!” I howled.

He promptly turned to me, ready to strike. I didn’t know what he was thinking; he wouldn’t survive this fight. “Ah, Silas. How nice of you to join us. I was just about to have a little snack.” He squeezed Marnie’s throat tighter, and she desperately gasped for air.

My fists clenched tightly. “If you value whatever pathetic existence you have, you will release her.”

He chuckled at me. “She’s human, Silas. What do you care?”

“She’s mine!” I growled.



Feeling lightheaded, I pleaded with my eyes at the Prince to save me. Clawing desperately at Zander’s hand, removing it was futile.

“I give you one last chance, brother. Release her.” Silas readied himself for a fight, since Zander had no intention of letting me go. Without warning, my throat was releasing, and I collapsed in a heap on the floor.

Zander circled toward Silas. “You know, brother, she’s only a bought and paid for whore. Nothing to get so angry over,” he said, coolly. Taking one last look at me, he smirked. “Until next time, princess.” In a flash, he was gone.

My breathing started to return to normal, until I peered up. Silas was standing in front of me, fists and jaw clenched. “I thought I told you to stay in your room.” Grabbing my shoulders roughly, he brought me to my feet. “You disobeyed me. And, that’s one time too many.”

Throwing me over his shoulder, we were back down the hall and in my room in an instant. I barely had time to register his shoulder cutting into my stomach before I was flat on my back.

Locking the door behind him, before I could blink, Silas was on top of me. Hands pinned above my head, he ran his nose down cheek, and neck as his other hand traveled down my body. Feeling his large hand cup my sex, I gasped, despite myself. “You’re already so wet for me.” Slipping his knee between my thighs, he separated them, observing my state through my pants. Without warning, his slender, skillful fingers slid inside my panties, and I squeezed my eyes shut. “Open your eyes,” he demanded.

The moment I did, I felt his finger dive deep inside me. Moaning and writhing beneath him, I bit my bottom lip to stifle myself. “Don’t forget who you belong to, Marnie. I can do this to you whenever I please.” Thrusting another finger inside, my voice came out as a scream. I felt a deep pressure building below, tightening around the digits in me.

Pulling his fingers out, the Prince brought them to his mouth, licking all the juices off. A look of satisfaction crossed his face. Licking his lips, I could clearly see that he was only getting started.



Something about this woman made me want to do things I had never even dreamed before. I didn’t want to be the cold-hearted bastard I was rumored to be. Marnie made me want to be loving and gentle, but she disobeyed me. She needed to be punished. I dreaded having to face her after this punishment. For some reason, the mere thought of her being upset, or angry at me didn’t sit well.

In an instant, I threw Marnie over my shoulder, whisking her back to her room where I would administer her punishment. Her heart beat was erratic, and I could smell her most intimate place. It simply rousted me to go faster. I wanted to touch her. I wanted to taste her.

Throwing her down on the bed, I quickly locked the door. Hovering over her, I savored her scent and the smell of her skin. It was so silky smooth, and pale. My erection pressed against my pants.

I pinned her hands above her head, to discourage any extra movement. Dragging my nose down her neck, I inhaled her sweet scent. She was already taking over my senses, and I was starting to lose control. Running my hand down her gorgeous body, my hand came to rest on her soaking wet sex. Hiding my surprise, I pressed it slightly, making her gasp.

“You’re already so wet for me,” I hummed in her ear. Slipping my knee in between her legs, and settled myself there, feeling how wet she was through my clothes. Out of fear, she closed her eyes, but I wanted to see them while I gave her exquisite torture. Demanding she open her eyes, terror was prominent. She was afraid of what was coming. Afraid of me.

Tightening my grip on her wrist, slightly, she opened her eyes as I slid my finger inside her heat. Marnie moaned, writhing beneath me at the new intrusion. Whispering in her ear, I made sure she knew who she belonged to and I could whatever I wanted to do to her, at any time. Sliding another finger in, I thought ‘She is so damn tight. Must be a virgin.’ Clenching down on my fingers, her orgasm smelled delicious.

Not missing a beat, I bought them up to my mouth and licked them clean. Coming down from her arousal, it peaked again when Marnie saw me tongue cleaning my fingers.

Her whole body was shaking, but I was nowhere near done with my little pet. I was going to make her pay for disobeying me. Climbing off the bed, I stripped out of my clothes. Marnie’s eyes never left mine, and she swallowed hard seeing my naked body.



I couldn’t believe what just transpired. Never before had I felt such disgust mixed with forbidden pleasure. That was simultaneously the best and worst experience I ever had.

A man had never touched me, let alone push me to an orgasm. The whole experience was new to me, and my mind was racing.

I closed my eyes for a moment, and then I felt a weight on top of me, again. He was rubbing his hard member against my wet core, and I involuntarily found myself grinding against him. “Eager,” he said, sneering.

He was at my entrance, and my whole body tensed up, knowing exactly what was going to happen next. My worst nightmare. Without realizing, the prince let go of my hands, and I began to struggle, in vain to get him off me. With his vampire strength, I knew I was no match.

Unimpressed with my struggling, the Prince pinned my hands again, pressing them into the mattress. “Now, now, love. I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” He bit my neck with such ferocity that I screamed out. I’d never felt such a pain before; all because he wanted to leave his mark on me.

As his fangs retracted, he plunged himself inside of me roughly. Pain ripped through me as pumped in and out at a fast pace. Tears streamed down my face. He didn’t care about my feelings or how it felt to me. All he cared was to satisfy himself, simply for the sake of punishment. Finally achieving his release, he climbed off me. Curling up in a ball, I started to quietly sob.



I pulled my clothes on, after I had my way with Marnie. Immediately, she curled up in a ball and cried her eyes out, as quietly as possible. I hated treating her so roughly, but I needed to teach her a lesson. Disobedience was unacceptable in this house.

When I turned back to her, she had already pulled the covers all the way over her head. Small sobs came from underneath. ‘I’m sorry, Marnie.’ I thought. Heaving one last sigh, I slipped out of her room.

As angry as I was with myself, I was angrier at my brother for forcing my hand. Having a bone to pick with him, I wanted Zander to pay. He knew better than to break my rules, in my house.

Walking down the hall, I heard small whimpers and whines from behind one door, not far from Marnie’s room. Confused, I pressed my ear to the door. The distinct sound of a fading heart beat told me my brother was in there. Bursting into the room, my eyes were set upon my brother draining his slave dry. Before he noticed me, I could see he was killing the young girl. Poor thing. Her eyes set on me, pleading with me to help her.

“Zander, release her,” I commanded. Picking his head up, he narrowed his eyes at me. Throwing him an equally ugly glare, I made sure to penetrate him with my gaze. Finally, tossing her on the bed, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and we exited the room.

Out in the hallway, I grabbed him by his collar, and threw him into a wall. “What the fuck were you thinking?” I hissed.

“And what are we talking about here?” he asked, as calmly as possible.

Grabbing his shirt, I slammed him into the wall again. “Don’t fucking play games with me, Zander! You had some goddamn nerve touching my slave!”

Ripping my hands off him, he scoffed. “Oh, give me a break, Silas. She’s just a human, what the fuck do you care?” he asked, smoothing himself out. My silence said it all for him. “Wait! Wait, a minute here! Do you have feelings for her?” I looked away. “You have officially lost your mind, Silas.” He gave a wry chuckle. “Too late now, isn’t it?” Unfortunately, he wasn’t wrong. For someone like me to have those kinds of feelings was incredibly far-fetched.

Zander walked away, shaking his head all the while. Sometimes, he could be so cold-hearted. Even I was not as bad as he was, in that regard. Instead, I tended to be slightly more bitter about things. But, all I wanted to do was protect and care this woman. I wanted to erase everything from the past, and start clean with her.

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