The Prince's Hybrid Slave

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Chapter 8

Three days passed since I told Silas about my noble lineage. He hadn’t called on me, nor had I seen him. It was like he vanished into thin air, since no one had seen him. Maybe I should have kept my secret. Despite spilling my guts to him, none of it made any difference in considering the circumstances. What hurt the most was every word I spoke was truth.

Besides that, the Baron and his family were still here, which was another good reason not to step foot outside my door. I had an inkling nothing would stop any of them from draining me dry, regardless of who I belonged to.

Having stewed in my juices long enough, I thought it would benefit me to see people who loved me. I realized it would be at great risk to my physical body, but I needed the warmth of humans, if only briefly.

Peering out my door, I took a deep breath and started down the corridor. Quietly making my way, I held my breath out of fear.

Hand hanging over the knob of the door leading downstairs, I heard the clicking of heels against the marble floor, causing me to freeze in place.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” a rather venomous feminine voice hissed. The only think I could hear was my heart beating rapidly in my chest. “Oh, you must be the favorite pet.”

A sweet smell drifted into my nose that made my nose crinkle in disgust. Presumably this was the woman Silas was supposed to marry. “Speak when you’re spoken to, bitch!” The smell reminded me of a common trollop. Regardless, she was a remarkable specimen with gorgeous raven hair, with long, slightly tan legs. She wore a grey pencil skirt, red pumps, and a white button-up that showed off her ample cleavage.

I gulped audibly. “I have nothing to say. I just want to get to where I’m going.”

“And where would that be?” She started circling me like a shark after its prey. Her hazel eyes pierced through me. Roughly grabbing my chin, she examined my face as though under a microscope. “There’s nothing so great about you. Just an average human, with subpar looks. How could you have possibly enticed the prince?”

Raising my eyes to hers, I clenched my fists at my sides. “Perhaps he sees value in simpler things.”

Tightening her grip, her eyes had rage spilling from them. “Why you little—”

Suddenly, her attention turned elsewhere, as though listening for something else, releasing her iron grip from my chin. He head snapped toward me. “Don’t think this is over, slave!” With her words, she was gone in a blink.

Trying to shake off what just happened, I took a deep breath. She’s just trying to rattle me, I thought. Undoubtedly, she deduced what was going on between Silas and I. How she figured it out, I didn’t know, but there was no point in her anger since our relationship became null and void.

Going down the creaky wooden steps, I heard the sounds of chopping the smell of bread, and the light voices of my dear friends. Right when I was going to open the door, I heard a voice I hadn’t heard in quite some time.

Practically ripping the door open, my eyes set on Alina, looking drawn and pale. She looked up, and her eyes twinkled. “Marnie!” Alina ran toward me, throwing her arms around my neck.

Feeling her tears on my cheek, I rubbed her back soothingly. “What are you doing here?”

“The Prince forced Zander to give me up.” Brushing the hair away from her face, I wiped the tears from her eyes with my thumbs.

Raquel chimed in. “Seems there was someone looking out for her.” She looked right at me, slight smile on her face.

“I guess so,” I replied, in a hushed voice.

“Marnie!” Grace came bolting in from another room, nearly bowling me over with her bear hug, squeezing the life out of me.

Acclimating to it, I wrapped my arms around her upper body, and kissed her head. “I missed you too, honey.”

Once everyone had their hugs and calmed down some, I took Raquel aside needing to speak with her.

“What’s wrong, Marnie?”

Sighing, I rubbed my eyes. “Well, I sort of told the prince who I was…”

A quiet angry tone escaped her lips. “You did what?”

I recoiled slightly seeing the fire in her eyes. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t hold the secret anymore.” She started pacing around, chewing on her fingers, worry on her face. After watching for a few minutes, I freaked out. “Say something.”

Abruptly stopping, Raquel turned to me. “Want me to say something? Fine.” She took a breath. “By telling the prince who you are, you effectively made yourself a target.” I could feel my eyes widen, “Don’t you know what vampires did to human nobility? What were you thinking?”

“Nothing is going to happen. Don’t worry,” I responded. Her nostrils flared, and I waited for a moment before I said anything else. “The prince and I, well, we…uh….” The appalled look on her face told me everything I needed to know.

“I was sold as a slave. Isn’t it logical that I would have sex with him?” I continued.

“Don’t be a smart ass. I can tell…this is different. You like him. Maybe even love him, don’t you?” Pausing, she looked me up and down, circling all around me. “The marks on your neck aren’t fresh. You look healthy. Happy even. When Alina arrived back here, she collapsed from all the abuse she took. What the hell has been going on with you? Don’t you remember what they did to the human race? To your family even?”

Pinching the bridge of my nose, I let out a frustrated sigh. “If I’m honest, I don’t remember what they did. My earliest memory is being here with you ladies. As far as what they did to humanity, I know. But that doesn’t mean he did any of it?”

“Regardless whether you remember or not, they have done awful, unspeakable things. Noblemen executed in front of their families. Children left alone in this world. Like you and Alina. Entire family lines destroyed Clearly, none of that matters to you,” Raquel was furious, and rightfully so.

Speechless, I could see true rage. She barely looked at me, but I couldn’t blame her. In the time Raquel has been subject to this house, she’s seen more than anyone. The same was true for Theresa, given they were close in age. “I’m sorry, Raquel. I don’t mean to make you angry, but I can’t control how I feel.” Met with silence, I walked talked toward the door. “I have to get back. See you soon.”

“I’m warning you, Marnie Belle Collins. This will absolutely not end well for you.” All I could do was give her a weak smile, as her words swirled around my mind.

The trudge back to my room was a blur. Not paying attention to my surroundings was dangerous, but I couldn’t help feeling distraught.

Replaying the interaction over and over in my head, I knew she was right. What the hell was I thinking? The dangers of revealing a secret of this caliber would naturally be a detriment to me.



Three days.

Three days of listening to old men tell me why I couldn’t be with the woman I loved.

“I don’t understand this,” I began, becoming more irritated by the second. “I’m proposing an alternative which would allow me to marry her and keep the laws in place.” My voice echoed throughout the council chamber. “I will not allow any of you to keep me from marrying the woman I choose.” Unable to hide the truth, I revealed the one thought I wanted to conceal.

Once those words left my mouth, the council members whispered amongst themselves.

“What proof is there that she’s of noble blood? Very few humans have ever reported to be such!” Amia bellowed, red in the face.

Narrowing my eyes, I shook my head in disgust. “Perhaps because there are so few left. And those that are left are in servitude,” I yelled back. “How could this council authorize the near extinction of an entire race to begin with?”

Question unanswered, Amia pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration.

Filling the awkward silence, Councilman Davidovich spoke. “As we have repeatedly explained, the one who is chosen to marry the prince of these lands must be born vampire. You simply cannot change the rules to suit you, Prince Silas.”

“If I may,” another voice spoke, one I recognized well.

“Count Blackmore, you may speak.”

Micheal stood by my side. “I’ve seen and interacted with this human first hand. She has grace and elegance. Additionally, she is very intelligent, and knows how to mingle amongst our kind. I see no reason why the prince should not be able to make this woman his bride, regardless of how she started in life.”

Becoming increasingly agitated with Micheal’s words, Amia clenched his fists. “Do either of you understand what floodgates will open if we allow this course of action even once?”

“Maybe this is the one act we need to begin coexisting with humans,” a female voice spoke.

All eyes turned to Councilwoman Maynard.

“Are you speaking as an objective member of this council or as a woman?” Amia sniped.

“I’m speaking as both, which is exactly what Prince Silas is doing. He’s speaking as a leader and as a man in love.” Her words made me feel lighter, as though my words were not falling on deaf ears.

A small growl left the councilman’s throat, fed up speaking in circles. But I was not going to let this stand, not for a minute.

Micheal nudged me slightly, half smirk on his face.

Letting out a sigh, Amia looked me square in the eye. “It’s been three days. It’s time for us to deliberate and render a decision.”

We bowed and exited the room.

“How long do you think this will take?” Micheal asked.

Shrugging my shoulders, I was clueless. “Who the hell knows?”

“You really think you’re going to win this? You must be dreaming,” Braxton hissed.

Growling at the sight of him, Micheal put a hand on my shoulder to keep me from attacking. “This has nothing to do with you, Braxton,” Micheal said.

Pretending Micheal wasn’t there, he continued to address me. “You’ll lose, and your worst nightmare will come true. That human whore will disappear.”

Grabbing him by his lapels, I threw him against a wall. “Watch. Your. Mouth.”

“Face facts, Silas. This will be the one time you don’t get what you want,” he said. “Though she may be beautiful, she’s nothing but a slave. That’s how it will always be.”

Firm hold still on him, I threw him against a different wall. “I won’t say it again. Shut your damned mouth.”

“Silas! Not here. Not the time nor the place,” Micheal pleaded, pulling me off him. “You need to get home to Marnie.”

Releasing him, I nodded, leaving the two behind.

All I could think about was getting home.



In my limited experience, there were worse ways to feel, simply given what’s happened. However, none came to mind, but I was sure those feelings were out there somewhere. To put it simply, I had to accept the situation.

Sighing, I walked into my closet, taking one last look around. Taking things off the shelves, and off hangers, I began to pile them on the bed. For a brief moment, I wondered if I should even bother taking the new clothes with me. Going back to my old life wouldn’t permit me to wear them anyway.

“Planning on taking a trip?” a feminine voice asked.

Momentarily startled, I turned seeing Veronica standing in the doorway of my closet. “Once I get all my things out of here, yes.” I spoke those words with a heavy heart, while my hands turned to lead holding the dress in my hands.

“I don’t think Silas would like that. Not one bit. Maybe you should just wait until he comes back and you two can talk.” The way she was speaking made it sound like there was glimmer of hope that Silas and I would be together. Watching her though, I could see that she wasn’t her usual, confident self.

Shaking it off, I continue with what I was doing. “Look, I know why Delilah is here. There’s nothing I can do to change it.”

She sat on the edge of the bed, patting the spot next to her. Sitting next to her, she gently clasped my hand. “You should know that I know all about you, sweetie.”

At her declaration, my eyes widened. ”Wha—what are you talking about?” I stammered.

Chuckling at my reaction, she continued. “I went downstairs and had a little chat with the ladies.” Realizing who she meant, I stiffened. “Relax, love. I didn’t hurt them. Merely explained the situation to them.”

Scoffing, I hung my head. “I bet Raquel loved hearing all about it. Probably made her angrier at me.”

Veronica sent me a smirk. “You must think me silly, my dear. Though she wasn’t pleased, she just wants you to be happy. Also, I only told her what was necessary.”

“Which was?” I asked.

“I told her about the way you two look at each other. The love that exudes off you every time you’re together. The complete and utter happiness you feel simply being in the same room. It’s something I’ve never experienced, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to let my brother lose that.”

Tears welled up in my eyes when I heard those words. “He has a duty to his country. As a human, I have no place in his world.”

“But you do have a duty to your soul mate,” she replied.

“My what?”



Finally, I was home.

My goal set. I was going to sit Marnie down and explain the entire situation to her. Hopefully, she could understand why I ran out on her all those days ago. Given the new information, I needed to make my move immediately.

Delilah’s sickeningly sweet perfume hit my nose almost immediately when I stepped inside.

“There you are, baby,” she purred at me. “Where’ve you been?” I continued on my way, not acknowledging her at all. “Oh, come on, baby. We should celebrate our engagement.” She tried to put her hands on me, but I roughly swatted her off. “What’s with you?” she growled out.

I’d had enough. When she reached for me again, I grabbed her wrists with one hand and her throat with the other, slamming her into the wall. “Listen good and well. There is no us. There will never be an us. You are a disgusting whore. I want you and your family out of my house.”

Something softened in her eyes, causing me to loosen my grip. “So, you really do love that girl, don’t you?” Pushing me back slightly, Delilah only offered me a small smile before walking away.


Briefly turning back, her expression was softer than I had ever seen. “Don’t ever let her go. I’ll take care of my father.” That was all she said before continuing down the hall.

My brain couldn’t keep up. I was overwhelmed with a strange sense of relief, guilt, and confusion. The only logical conclusion I could come to was her father forced her into the marriage arrangement. All marriage arrangements required approval from the council to lessen the divorce rate. Although, once nobles married, it was incredibly difficult, and an onerous task to file for divorce. Either someone was being bribed, or the Baron had no regard for the rules.

Clenching my teeth, I knew I would need to get to the bottom of this disgraceful act.



The idea of soul mates had been discredited. For humans, there was no such thing. Vampires having soul mates had once been more prominent, but in later years the idea was not as well-known. Only vampires that had been born as such truly knew of the idea. Personally, I had never heard of a vampire meeting theirs. Growing up, Raquel always said the prince would never find his because he was so closed off.

“Don’t you wonder why when Silas touches you little sparks erupt all over your skin?” I nodded. “That’s why. Fate chose you to be the princess… or rather, the queen.”

“Holy shit.”

Veronica snickered a little. “Never heard you curse before. I like it.”

Shaking my head, something hit me. “No one is going to let this go. You know that, right?”

“My brother is the prince. I’m not all that worried. You shouldn’t be either. He won’t take any of this lying down.” She tried to reassure me, but it didn’t work. “Put all your clothes back, take a nice shower, and just wait for Silas to come back.” With those parting words, she pecked me on the forehead and left.

Taking Veronica’s advice, I took a nice hot shower, letting as much of the worry I had roll off swirl down the drain. Getting dressed, I carefully chose my outfit. If Silas came to see me, then it would most likely end up shredded on the floor anyway, but it was the thought that counted.

Exiting the extensive closet, I caught a whiff of an unfamiliar perfume.

“You’re going to pay for taking him, slave,” the woman snarled at me. In a flash, she pinned me to wall, baring her fangs. I recognized her from seeing her at the party Silas held right after he bought me. Her eyes were cold, unfeeling. “He’s never going to be yours,” she snapped. Clawing at her hand, it was futile trying to pry her grip from my throat. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my stomach.

Falling to my knees, I looked down at my blood-soaked hands. Black spots clouded my vision.

Falling forward, I could see hear her heels clicking in the distance.

“Silas,” I whispered.



The conversation I had with Marnie was on my mind. How could she think for a moment that Silas would ever let something come between them? There was nothing more important to my brother than Marnie.

After finding out about her lineage, my mind felt lighter. Though a little jealous, I was thrilled for my brother. The only snag was Delilah. I’m still curious about who called the Baron. Who stood to gain anything from pissing off my brother?

Perhaps for the moment, I won’t let it bother me.

Walking down the hall, it occurred to me that I should help Marnie choose an outfit for when she sees Silas’ return.

Once she’s dressed, I’ll call him and see where he is.

Getting closer, the smell of blood stung my nose. Hurrying to Marnie’s room, I found the door open.

The overpowering smell of blood began to terrify me. My eyes were searching all over for her, when they fell on her on the floor. She was in a pool of her own blood, barely breathing. “Oh shit!” Running over, I carefully and gently rolled her onto her back. Knife on the floor near her, there were no fang marks on her neck. “Marnie! Marnie! Open your eyes!”

Who did this to you, Marnie?

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