The Scourge’s King Hybrid Mate
⚠️ PROLOGUE: A Warning From the Scourge ⚠️
THE SCOURGE'S KING HYBRID MATE contains explicit content, moral darkness, non-consensual situations, and a morally black male lead who rules by brutality. If you dare to challenge the King's shadow, welcome to the court.
My lungs were shredded silk, but I couldn't slow down. I was the quarry, and the hunter was King Kael—The Scourge. He wasn't hunting a hybrid; he was hunting me, sniffing out the chaos of my half-Vampire, half-Lycan soul. My life of shadows ended when I crossed his territory. I slammed into the clearing, cornered by his elite Black Maw, and there he stood: magnificent, terrifying, cloaked in his own swirling darkness. His gold eyes, sharp as punishment, fixed on the shame that was my existence.
I raised my dagger for a final, futile attack. He didn't strike back. He simply walked toward me, demanding the end. But the moment his glove seized the magical Emblem Chain at my throat, the world shattered. It was the catastrophic, unforgivable slam of the Mate Bond. My pure Lycan soul screamed for him, while my Vampire thirst instantly demanded his blood. We were bound by the curse he was sworn to annihilate.
Kael's face, usually ice, fractured with disbelief. He ripped the chain away, silencing my disguise forever. He dragged me against his steel chest, the contact an agony of conflicting desires. He was my executioner, my master, and my destiny. He didn't declare me his Queen; he declared me his crime. He threw me onto the back of a waiting carriage, his voice a low, toxic promise meant only for the wind: "You belong to me now, filth. You are His Majesty's Hybrid Pet."
My imprisonment began before the blood dried on the forest floor.