The Prince's Hybrid Slave

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Chapter 7


Arriving at the council meeting, I had every intention of telling them exactly what I wanted. If they dared deny me, then I would bring hell to each and every one of them. No one was going to keep me from being with Marnie. Being king would be pointless without her. She needed to be in my life, by my side.

Anxiously waiting, I paced up and down the hall. Right when I turned, Micheal was coming toward me.

“Silas, what are you doing here?”

Breathing deeply, I confessed. “I’m here to speak to the council.”

Micheal furrowed his brow, wondering what I was getting at. Finally, a smile came to his face. “Oh, I see. This is about Marnie.” I nodded. “So, a girl finally managed to nab you from the bachelor pool. I have to say. She’s a beautiful girl, and obviously makes you happy. There is one thing though: she’s a slave. How are you getting around that?”

Once again, the reality of the situation weighed on me. In truth, I wasn’t prepared for his question and didn’t know how to answer. Running through all possible scenarios on my head, none of them ended well. The more I pondered, the more I didn’t have any kind of conclusion to this issue.

Placing a hand on my shoulder, Micheal pulled me from my thoughts. Smiling at me, he patted me. “Listen, as long as you know what you want, it’s your life. I’ll support you, as much as I can. Your only real obstacle is the council.”

Smiling at my friend, I was pleased that he exhibited such loyalty, despite the circumstances. True friendship, since we were children. Regardless of the fact that I was about to break rules for a human, he still stood by me.

“Prince Silas,” a voice called, “you may come in now.”

Walking into the large circular room, the council members were seated in their rightful places before me. Standing behind the podium, I quickly gathered my thoughts before they drilled into me.

The council leader, Barnabas Amia was one of the oldest vampires in existence to date. In his early years, he was a warrior, but he founded the council once war had subsided. He would be the biggest obstacle in trying to part with tradition. His old school ways were very outdated.

Finally, one reason we did not see eye to eye was because of Julia, his bitch offspring. I was unaware if he knew about the previous relationship we shared, but if he did know, then it would be infinitely harder for me to get my way.

“Prince Silas Zephyr,” Amia’s voice boomed. “To what do we owe the pleasure?” sarcasm dripped in his tone.

Clearing my throat, I braced myself. “I stand before you, the esteemed council members, because I have found something that has changed my life. But first, a law must be broken.”

Gasps filled the room. They all exchanged glances, whispering to each other.

Amia conferred quietly with the members to his right and left. When his eyes returned to me, he raised a brow. “What exactly are you proposing?”

“Recently, I purchased a slave at auction.” I paused for a moment. “However, I’ve found that that I value her much more than that. She is very special to me, and I care very deeply for her. But, I also know that for me to rule as king, over Arronia, I must marry a woman of noble birth. This is the law I want to break.” Every council member gaped in shock. “I feel the pull toward her. There is no mistaking what she is to me.”

“Prince Silas, you know full well that what you’re asking is impossible. These rules are in place for a reason.”

“What possible reason could there be for keeping two people apart who are meant for each other?” I yelled.

He stood in anger, baring his fangs. “Because she is nothing but a slave. A human slave. A mutt amongst our kind. If you intend on being king of this country, then you must marry a noble to keep the bloodline pure—”


“If you do not abide, then your brother, Zander, will take the throne. End of discussion!” he bellowed.

“If I may, Councilman Amia,” a female voice rang out above the rest. Councilwoman Maynard. All eyes turned to the female council member, one who was newer to these proceedings. “I’d like to hear more of what Prince Silas has to say.”

Nodding at her, I continued. “I realize that what I’m asking is breaking one of our cardinal laws, but I feel that she would be a great asset to our kind. I care so deeply for her, and if you allowed me to have this one thing, I would be deeply grateful. From the moment I saw her, I could see her strength. If I turn her, she could prove herself—”

“No!” Councilman Amia roared, slamming his fist down. “You have our ruling. These laws were put in place centuries ago and cannot be circumvented simply because you would like them to be.”

Unable to take it anymore, I stormed out of the meeting room. Micheal was hot on my heels. “What happened, Silas?”

“Those…those goddamn bureaucrats are forbidding me from being Marnie.” I hissed.

Micheal chuckled, despite my demeanor. “Now Silas, if we’re both realistic, and I hope we are, then we both know that you don’t give a shit about the law. You’ll do as you please because that is just who you are.”

Reflecting on that, I knew he was right. Nothing and no one was going to stop me. Fuck the council. Fuck the law. Fuck them all. “As usual, my friend, you’re right. Thank you for reminding me.”

Leaving him behind, I headed for home, ready to tell Marnie what I decided.



After the excruciatingly long shopping trip, I thought it would be a good idea to take a bath to soothe my aching muscles. The warm water felt so good on my skin, all my bones relaxed when I settled myself into the tub. Thinking about it, I don’t know if I would be able to handle shopping every week, especially not the way Veronica shopped.

Wrapping my body in a nice fluffy towel, I brushed through my hair, wrapping it in a smaller one. Laying all the clothes I bought out on the bed, I admired them. Veronica had impeccable taste.

Running my fingers over the fabric, I felt a smile creep onto my face. Simply recalling the experience made me eternally happy. Being able to put those things away, and not have a barren closet started to set in stone the feeling of actually being someone.

A light knock on the door caught my attention. Opening the door stood before, a rather sullen expression on her face. “Come in,” I said, moving aside.

Walking directly into my closet, she grabbed an outfit for me to wear. “Put this one. Apparently, we have guests, and no one bothered to mention anything. I can’t imagine what the hell she’s doing here so soon.”

I looked at her puzzled, sliding on the dress she picked. “Who’s here?” I asked, more curious than anything.

There was something troubling her, and she didn’t want to tell me. Finally, her expression softened slightly looking at me, but her eyes were still despondent. “The woman Silas is set to….marry.”

My heart shattered into a million pieces.



Pulling into the driveway, there were two black SUV’s parked right in front. They didn’t belong to me. Someone else was in my house Exiting the car, I saw the license plate.

Bursting inside, I caught a glimpse of my sister and brother speaking to the newly arrived guests. My skin crawled as I looked at the leeches sitting on my couch.

Delilah Van Hemming, the woman I was betrothed to, was in my mansion, along with her parents Baron and Baroness Van Hemming. Her father was a big influence in the kingdom when my parents ruled, now he had his hands in the council. It was his brilliant idea to marry his daughter off to me, like she was some kind of paid good.

Veronica looked none too pleased to see the lot of them. Zander wasn’t pleased, but he was aware of what it would mean if I was forced to marry. His smug expression made me clench my fists.

The Baron saw Veronica looking over her shoulder at me and looked back. “Oh, look who’s finally arrived,” he said, with a sly smile.

Putting on a happy face, I needed to amuse them for the time being. “To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?” As if I didn’t know.

“Several days ago, I received a call from Council Member Amia. He told me that you were ready to take the final step with my daughter and take the crown.”

Glaring at the Baron, I shot a look to my siblings. Veronica gasped, eyes wide. Zander simply smiled, as though to say it was all his doing. That son of a bitch. How dare he do such a thing?

“Isn’t that wonderful news, Silas?” Delilah asked, walking over to me.

Worming away from her, I widened the gap between us. “I’m not sure where you got this information, but I can assure you that no such information left my lips.”

The Baron appeared as though he was going to challenge me when his wife stepped in between us. “Now, let’s all just relax. Stephen, please,” she pleaded, putting her hands on her husband’s chest, backing him away. “Forgive my husband, Prince Silas. We’ll get to the bottom of this.”

Ushering her husband from the room, I closed my ears to what she was whispering to him. Frankly, I didn’t want to know nor did I care. At least the Baroness had some common sense.

Veronica and Zander took their leave, probably to figure out what exactly was going on. I knew for a fact that Zander would benefit from this fuck-up. Any refusal on my part would certainly mean changes in the monarchy. I needed to handle this mess, quickly.

Delilah made her way over to me, again. “Don’t you think we should celebrate, Silas?” She licked her lips seductively, and her arms wrapped around my waist.

Ripping her off me, I glowered at her. “I don’t know what exactly is going on but I can tell you this. We will never celebrate anything together. That’s a promise,” I growled, pointing at her.

I stalked back to my office and locked the door. Pacing the floor, I ran my hands through my hair, practically ripping it from the roots. Who the fuck would do this? I needed to resolve this before Marnie found out. This could destroy everything.



I changed my clothes, waiting on what would happen next. The way Veronica said her last statement made me very uneasy. Who the hell was I fooling? There must have been some logical reason why the prince would be all sweet and caring all the while being set to marry someone else. The simple thought made my stomach queasy.

Shaking those thoughts away, I left my room going down to his office. Things needed to be explained and they needed to be explained now.

Pausing at the door, my hand froze mid-air. The courage I seemingly had evaporated once I arrived. Knocking lightly, I hoped he wasn’t in.

“Come in,” a gruff voice said.

Poking my head in, my eyes were gratefully assaulted with the prince’s disheveled appearance. Even in such a state, he was gorgeous. “I know why you’re here,” he said and sighed. “I assume my sister told you who is staying here?”

“Yes, she did.” It took all my energy not to explode on him. My muscles all itched to scream, and my hands were twitching at my sides. I felt like I could spit fire from my eyes.

His whole body was tense, as though something was eating at him from the inside. “I would like the chance to explain myself, Marnie. Please.”

Recoiling slightly, I was stunned at how he softened so quickly. Coming around to sit on the edge of his desk, he sighed again. Gathering his thoughts, he closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them, the resolve was firm.

“The crown was given to me after my parents passed away. They were killed by hunters. Being the oldest, naturally, I was given the opportunity of the crown, when the time came. But at much to young an age. Zander is next, and Veronica is the youngest. In order for me to fully take the crown and become king, I must marry a woman of noble birth.” His words cut into me deeply. Given what he was saying, there was no way we could be together. The more he spoke, the more my soul withered. “That is why Baron Van Hemming and his family have come here. Someone informed them that I supposedly am set to marry their daughter, Delilah. Frankly, I’m pissed off about the whole thing, and I intend to find out who setoff this chain of events.”

“So, what does this all mean?” I asked, cutting him off.

“Realistically, it means I have to marry Delilah. But I can’t do it. I don’t want to sacrifice what we’ve built. You are my choice,” he finally said.

Taking in his words, I contemplated for a moment. “You can’t do that.”

His eyes widened, and his jaw clenched. “What do you mean I can’t? Don’t you understand what I’m willing to risk?”

Sighing deeply, I stood before him. I gently placed my hands on either side of his face, feeling the sparks fly up my arm. “You have to follow the law. You have to marry Delilah. I’m not of noble birth and I’m no vampire. It would be wrong of you to abandon it now just because of me. I’m a slave. Nothing more. I will never be anything more. You have to go through with this, Silas.” His eyes were wide, frozen in place, fists clenched at his sides. “Thank you for everything. I don’t think I can thank you enough.”

Despite the awkward tense air, I left the office.



Watching Marnie leave my office, I stood there, stunned. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. We were supposed to be together, and live happily. Despite everything she just said, I didn’t go after her. Deep down, I knew she was right, but I didn’t want her to be. All I wanted was something in my life that truly meant something.

This won’t end without a fight. That person who sought to ruin my life will pay dearly for their mistake. Coming up with a plan would not be easy, especially since there were invaders in my house watching my every move. No doubt the Baron would be calling Councilman Amia, telling him about the altercation. That pompous bastard.

Until then, what the hell was I supposed to tell Marnie? I couldn’t just let her walk away without a fight. I knew what she was doing, but I wouldn’t allow it.



Going back to my room, I realized what I just did. Logically, nothing else made sense; I let Silas go.

Despite it being my choice, it felt like my heart was being torn from my chest with bare hands. Nothing before had ever made me feel such pain as this. All my energy was being used to keep the tears in. I didn’t want to make this decision any harder on myself or him, He had been good to me, and I needed to always remember that.

Entering my room, I looked around, savoring every inch before I would have to give it up. Nothing would replace the memories or the materials Silas had given me, but I knew I made the right decision. I’d just go back to being a house slave, or perhaps be auctioned again. Maybe he would show me mercy, allowing me to go back downstairs to be with people that loved me. We could be a family again,

Grabbing my bag, I started stuffing it with clothes. Filling it quickly, I chuckled at the thought of needing another since I had gone shopping with Veronica.

A knock on my door startled me.

“Who is it?”

The door whooshed open and suddenly the prince was standing before me, two inches from my lips. His warm breath fanned my face. “If you think I’m going to let you just walk away, you are sorely mistaken.”

His eyes were black with lust, his whole-body tense. I was afraid to move; afraid to anger him. “You can’t stop me, Silas,” I said, firmly.

Nose brushing over my temple, the sensation made me quiver. “What makes you think I can’t?” he said, breathing in my ear, sending more shivers all the way down to my toes.

“I’m asking you not to then,” I said, barely able to contain my moans.

He stopped abruptly, looking into my eyes. “Do you honestly think I give a flying fuck about what I’m supposed to do?” He gently cupped my face. “I don’t care about any of it.”

Pushing myself off him, I turned back to my bag, closing it up. “I know what I’m doing, Silas. Trust me.”

He put his hands on my waist, spinning me around. “Stop running away from me, Running away from this.” The emotion in his eyes was sincere, the resolve clear. He wanted to make me his, even if it meant he lost everything. Titles meant nothing to him.

Sighing, I ran my hands up his powerful arms, to his broad shoulders. “I know what it is to give it all up. I would never ask you to do that for me. I have no right to.”

Silas looked at me confused. “What do you mean?” I needed to tell him the truth.

“It means that….before I was a house slave here, I lived with my parents. My parents were nobles, human nobility, obviously.” His expression turned stunned. Something told me that he was unhappy with what I just told him, but I continued. “My parents were some of the last human nobility before vampires took over.”

“In fact, when vampires closed in on us, my mother sent me off to hide. Unfortunately, I couldn’t outrun my captors. Both my parents were murdered in front of me. Everything my mother did was meant to protect me but, I was sold to this house as a little girl. Then, to you later. The only people who know about it are Alina and Raquel. I didn’t want to tell you because it doesn’t really matter; it’s the past. I’m not a vampire, I’m just a human. Laws forbid you from turning me, which means you must do your duty as the prince of this land. I’ll never forget what you’ve done for me. You’ll always have a special place in my heart.”

He stepped back, and was gone in the blink of an eye. I was speechless. After pouring my heart out, he ran. I shouldn’t have said anything.

Halting my own thoughts, I saw an emotion in his eye that I hadn’t seen before. It seemed like there was a glint of hope behind his blue orbs. How could there be when there was no way for us to be together? The pull I felt was more intense than anything I could’ve imagined, and the expression I saw only furthered it. I loved a prince I couldn’t have.



When I heard Marnie’s story, I moved fast. If she was of noble birth-right, then there should be no reason that I couldn’t marry her. I loved her, and her walking out of my life was not an option. For the first time, I felt something real enough for me to forego my title and give it all up. I didn’t care she was human. None of that mattered.

This time, I would go before the council and tell them exactly what she told me. Damn the law. If they denied me, then I would take my beautiful Marnie and leave. Let Zander run the country, I thought. I don’t care anymore. I have allies in other countries. They’ll take me in.

Arriving at the council chamber, I saw the furious expression on Councilman Amia’s face. Too bad old man, I thought. It’s my turn to speak again.

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