The Prince's Hybrid Slave

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Chapter 6

Pacing the floor for hours, flashes of Alina’s condition were fresh in my mind. She looked so sad, helpless. Nothing like the girl I grew up with. As it stood, I was powerless. Maybe with our newfound relationship, the prince would be able to remove Alina from Zander.

Thinking back, I remember Silas saying that he didn’t have the power to take a slave away from their master. My last and only resort would be to go to the source; the exact thing I dreaded since leaving her.

Reminiscing on our first encounter made goosebumps rise on my skin, but I went anyway. Back to the room with the white double doors and golden doorknobs. Memory hazy, I had forgotten about the portraits inside and that each child had their own. Zander appeared so different with his curly dark brown hair, and his gorgeous lapis blue eyes. The sight of him in that portrait made me wonder why he behaved the way he did. He seemed so carefree. The stark contrast between the painting and the real person was staggering.

“You should have known better,” a voice whispered in my ear. Jumping in fright, I put some distance between us. “So, I assume there is some reason you’re here. You aren’t sacrificing yourself. What do you want?”

Baffled, I blinked a couple times to register his presence. “How did you even know I was here?”

Simply shrugging, Zander didn’t have an answer.

Composing myself, I stood my ground. “I know who your slave is, and I would like you to release her.”

Raising an eyebrow, he snickered. “Oh really? And why would I do that? She’s delicious,” he said, licking his lips.

Gulping, I realized how hard it was going to be to convince him to release Alina. Trying to sort through my thoughts, I hadn’t realized he was approaching, backing me into a corner. In a flash, he gripped my wrist, running his tongue along it. “B-because she’s innocent. You don’t need her. You’re a prince and can have whomever else you desire.”

Dropping my hand, he contorted his face for a moment. “While you do have a point, why should I listen? I happen to like her; her blood tastes sweet. Besides, why do you care? It’s not as if you know her.” My hesitation gave away my answer. “Oh, so you do know her. Let me guess. You lived with her downstairs, known her your whole life?” He was trying to get a rise out of me by mocking my former life.

Confidently picking my head up, I shot him a dirty glare. “Yes, she is my friend. My best friend, in fact. And you, you are nothing but a bully. A self-hating dickhead who gets a kick out of harming innocents. You think I don’t know how many girls have died because of you. Let me tell you something, Prince Zander. You are not even a fraction of the vampire your brother is. Maybe if you put more effort into becoming a better person, people in this house would have more respect for you. Release my friend, or I will go to your brother and tell him what transpired here.”

Slamming his hand against the wall near my head, his fangs descended in anger. “And who will he believe? Me, his brother? Or some whore he bought?”

“My guess is he will believe me over his brother, whom he hates.” Though a low blow, I used whatever words would help me get my way. Rage flared between us, and the tension was palpable. He wanted nothing more than to kill me. “Release Alina. I’ll only ask once.”

Pushing past him, I departed the room feeling strong.



Unable to sleep all day, my mind kept racing with thoughts of Marnie. For some reason, I felt drawn to her and wanted to protect what was mine. But my obligations as a prince were making that difficult.

Marnie was nothing but a human. She made me feel things—emotions I hadn’t felt in a long time. They were whirling around me, flowing through me.

Emotions. That was almost funny. They didn’t exist in my world.

Pain. Anger. Lust. These were things I was accustomed to.

Marnie made me feel like I had a heart again. And I didn’t want to lose that feeling.



Would he come tonight? I wanted nothing more than to see my prince. Butterflies bounced around my stomach when I thought of him.

I could feel the stupidest smile come across my face, so much so my cheeks hurt. When was the last time I genuinely smiled? When something truly made me feel happiness? It had been so long, I couldn’t even remember. Smiling wasn’t something I had done much of as a slave. But then again, I never expected to fall prey to a prince either.

My cheeks flushed. Goddamn, he made me blush, even though he wasn’t in the same room.

“Get ahold of yourself, Marnie,” I whispered to myself.

Something occurred to me then. Never in my life had I allowed emotion in. Having always been a slave, I faithfully served those above me. Not once in my life did I have a scrap of happiness or love. Raquel, Grace, Theresa, and Alina loved me, but not in the way I needed to be loved. For once in my life, I felt loved and wanted. Not since my parents had I been able to say that. However, I could barely remember what that felt like.

I took a book off the shelf, curling up on the bed. It was Pride and Prejudice. I loved Jane Austen. It was odd that she made sense to me. This book seemed to be mimicking my life.

Maybe if I waited out the day, the night would come faster. Yes, I was going to read, and the day would flash before my eyes.


~Later On~

A soft knock at my door roused me from my book. I rolled out of bed, and straightened myself up in hopes it would be him. Opening the door, I saw Veronica standing there.

“Why, hello there, Marnie,” she said with a smile.

“Oh, hi, Veronica. Anything I can help you with?” I asked, rather confused.

She strolled into my room, looking beautiful as ever. I envied her confidence and poise. She was wearing a dark grey pencil skirt with a red button down, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulder and back with simply black pumps. “I just wanted to know if you would like to go shopping with me tomorrow? I know you don’t have a lot of clothes, and I think it’s time we upgraded your wardrobe.” She kept a smile the entire time.

I paused for a moment, contemplating. “Of course, I’d love to. I’ve never been shopping before,’ I confessed. My cheeks turned flush with embarrassment.

Veronica nodded at me, then started to leave. Turning before she hit the door, she said, “Oh, by the way, Silas would like to see you in his office. He said it’s important.” Her face dropped slightly like she was hiding something.

My heart sank.

The walk to the office was a long one. I tried to prolong it because I didn’t want to know what he needed to tell me. From how Veronica looked, the news coming to me was probably bad.

Thoughts flooded my mind, ones that I didn’t want to have. Maybe I was overthinking. The fear I was feeling made a huge pit in my stomach. All I could hope was that Veronica only made it sound harsher than it was actually going to be.

Finally, coming to the door, I took a deep breath and knocked.

“Come,” his tired voice said. Opening the door, the prince was facing the windows looking out into the extensive garden, obscured by the tall back of his black leather chair.

“You asked to see me, Prince?”

He sighed before he said, “Yes, I did.” Turning himself around in the chair, he looked rather haggard, seemingly not having slept. He paused again making me shift between my feet.

The uncomfortable silence continued, making me more uncomfortable. “Have I done something wrong?” More silence. “Prince?”

“Silas,” he responded, plainly.

Cocking my head to the side in confusion, I was at a loss for words. “Pardon?”

“From now on, I want you to call me Silas.” He noticed my confusion at his statement. “Problem with that.”

Opening my mouth, I snapped it closed again. His words made no sense to me, I couldn’t process them. A mere slave call a prince by his name? To what end? “I, uh…I don’t understand.”

Standing up, he looked gorgeous. His dark button down was slightly open, exposing his rock-hard chest. It hugged his arms, showing off his muscles. The choice of jeans he had on made his muscular legs look perfect, cradling all parts of him just right. “Come here,” he said, motioning with his finger.

Cautiously, I approached, feeling very wary of the situation. My brain was buzzing. Standing an arms-length away from him, he finally reached out and tugged me closer. The air around me whooshed by my ear, and I suddenly found myself sitting on his lap behind his desk. Burying his nose in my neck, my whole body started shaking. “Don’t be afraid,” he mumbled into my hair. I trembled at his touch.

Closing my eyes, I tried to concentrate on something else. Then I remembered why I was there. “Veronica said you needed to speak with me,” I muttered. He pulled back a little, surprise in his eyes.

There was a sadness in his demeanor, which made my heart sink further. Seeing my expression, his face changed. “I just wanted to give you this.” He reached into his desk drawer and showed me a black card. “I know that Veronica wants to take you shopping Take my credit card,” he insisted, putting it in my hand.

“I can’t,” I protested. “It’s not my money to spend.”

He nearly tossed me off him onto the desk, towering over me, showing dominance. “I insist.” His voice deepened sounding much huskier than normal. “Please.” I nodded in agreement, not wanting to further his anger. “Buy whatever you like.”

Sitting back down, I backed away, leaving the prince’s office. Feeling his eyes on my back, I turned, showing a smile. “Thank you, Silas.”

Escaping the tension in the office, there was clearly something dark he meant to tell. Some secret that he could no longer keep and his anxiety got the best of him, turning to brief anger. Rather, he handed me a little black piece of plastic with his name on it. Racking my brain, I couldn’t figure out what he wanted to truly speak to me about. My mind kept wandering, each thought becoming more sinister than the last. Perhaps he changed his mind about me. Shaking my head, that train of thought didn’t make sense, having just been given his credit card to use.

Running through the possibilities in my mind would get me nowhere. Only serving to fuel my anxiousness. Asking Veronica could help, though she may know nothing. Simply being the sister to the prince doesn’t mean that she would know anything. If ever there was a gamble in life, this was it.



Why couldn’t I bring myself to tell her what I needed to tell her? Certainly, I’m not some weak-minded individual who can’t withstand the sight of a beautiful woman. How is it that she can make me feel so small?

All I wanted to do while she was here was rip her clothes off and make love to her on the desk. Marnie was so innocent, and for some reason that made me feel something. I wasn’t sure what to call it, never having felt this foreign feeling. Sighing, I needed to accept my fate.

The truth was I didn’t want some wife of noble birth. However, I didn’t have a choice according to the law of the country. There had to be some way out for me. Making Marnie mine was my only goal. Mulling it over more, I was beginning to understand why I felt as strongly as I did. A sudden realization dawned on me. The pull; it’s happening to me.



Today is the day I promised Veronica I would go shopping with her. I decided I would ask, perhaps in a roundabout way, what the Prince truly needed to see me for that day. Hopefully, she would tell me.

Getting dressed, there was nothing suitable in my closet. Wearing the shabby clothes, I had would not be appropriate if I was to spend the day with someone as stunning as Veronica. But, I was just a simple, plain-looking human.

Frustrated at my lack of clothing, I hated it all.

“Need some help?” a female voice asked.

Startled, I looked up and saw Veronica standing there, smirk on her face. She was dressed way more casually than I had seen previously. She had on straight leg jeans, a deep pink button-up, and dark brown high heeled boots. Of course, she looked gorgeous. “Yes, I think I do,” I admitted, sheepishly.

Veronica giggled slightly. She seized my hand, leading me out of my room, down the hall to hers. Revealing her extensive closet to me, I found a smorgasbord of clothes, leaving me speechless. My eyes were as wide as saucers. “Pick anything you like,” she offered. Frozen to the spot, every part of my body refused to move from sheer shock. “Don’t know where to start?” she asked, seeing my expression.

“Not a freaking clue,” I muttered, slightly exasperated.

A smile graced her lips, as she rummaged through her clothes, throwing them on the bed. Different colors. Different styles. This short of treatment was not something I was used to. Veronica was enjoying picking clothes for me.

So much time passed, I couldn’t keep track of how long Veronica fiddled with my outfit before she was satisfied. “Well, I think you look absolutely delicious,” she jested, taking a step back.

She took me by the shoulders, putting me in front of the full-length mirror. Gaping at my reflection, I liked what I saw. Snapping out of it, I grew nervous for a moment. “Is this allowed?”

“Oh, sweetie, it’s allowed because I say so. Besides, you’re my brother’s woman. It comes with certain perks,” she responded, shrugging her shoulders. “Count yourself lucky that you never belonged to Zander.”

My thoughts immediately turned to Alina; I was still frightened for her. Clearly, Zander was not someone to trifle with, and I couldn’t even fathom the horrors he was putting her through. I still wanted to speak to Silas about taking her away from him, but I wasn’t sure how he would react.

Pausing for a moment, I recalled what Veronica just said. Silas’s woman? Me? Why would she say that? I’m not his woman, I’m his slave. Huge difference. The idea was so surreal that I was stuck in place while Veronica was making her way around the room so we could leave.

“Marnie? Ready to go?”

Snapping to, I followed her.

Stepping out into the sunlight, there was a black suburban waiting for us in the driveway. Slightly taken aback by the brightness, she put on large, black sunglasses. According to legend, vampires burn in the sun.

Confused, Veronica turned to me seeing the surprise on my face. “Contrary to popular belief, we don’t burn in the sun. It just stings a little. We just so happen to be more active at night.” Abating my curiosity, she continued. “A lot of those silly legends were started by humans long ago. None of them are true. Except the part where you remove our heart. That is the only one of stories with a grain of truth to it.”

Getting into the large vehicle, the leather was supple beneath my fingertips. There were so many different buttons for things. Curiosity piqued, I hit a button, opening the window slightly. Flipping it up, the window closed. My eyes watched in awe. Running my fingers over the others, I didn’t dare press them. In that moment it truly hit me that I was living a completely different life now.

“Have you ever left the mansion before?” Looking down, I felt stupid that I hadn’t, but it wasn’t possible before. Shaking my head, she looked at me sideways. “Then it’s settled. You and I are going shopping once a week.” Swelling with happiness, that meant the world to me.

When we arrived at the shops, we had so many places to choose from. Veronica took me by the sleeve, dragging me toward the lingerie store. The medium lighting wasn’t overwhelming as much as the sight of all the frilly panties. Putting pieces of different varieties and colors against me, she picked several kinds. Before I knew it, four negligees, twelve pairs of lacy panties, and matching bras. Looking at it all, nothing was really left to the imagination.

So many hours passed that I lost track of how many stores we had gone into. There were so many bags in my hand that I couldn’t feel my fingers anymore. I’d bought several dresses, jeans of different kinds of washes, tops, blazers, and jackets. Basically, Veronica approved of anything that tickled her fancy.

“Oh, sweetheart, Silas is going to love everything you bought,” she squealed in delight.

Looking at everything I had, I smiled a little. “I just feel bad that you didn’t let me pay for anything. Silas gave me his card for this reason.”

“You let me worry about all that, Marnie. Right now, I want you to get whatever you like.” Veronica had such a way about herself; exuding confidence and grace. She liked me, and I couldn’t figure out why. But I wasn’t going to question her. She stopped dead in her tracks, turning to me, placing a hand on my cheek. “Marnie, you are a gorgeous woman. There is something inside of you that you can’t see, but I can. So, can Silas. Let yourself shine.”

We left the shopping center, bogged down with all our bags. Seriously thinking about what Veronica said, I pondered over if she was right. There had never been a time in my life when I valued myself; always seen as a slave. There could be more to this life.

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