THE HYBRID WOLF
Chapter Thirty-one

John.

"At last," I shout like a deranged person as the pain subsides and I take in my new form.

"I'm a Lycan..." I scream to the darkness of the night. I'm startled by Victoria clapping behind me. I turn and give my new mate a Lycan grin.

Don't ask me about Viviane. Don't ask me about Viviane...

Fuck... To this day I still can grasp what made me reject Leila for that slut. I was blinded by her pussy, she was fantastic in bed.

When I saw Leila at that camp, I knew I had fucked up big time. Things only went downhill from there as she mated with that dog, Clayton.

She is mine. MY MATE.

I don't believe their little story about being second-chance mates. I will concede with you, I hurt her. Yes, I hurt her badly and almost took her life, but it was a mistake and now, I'm back to my senses. I want her back.

Because I was so much weaker than Clayton, I started looking for ways to increase my power so I could kill him and take my Leila back.

No wonder my wolf was so mad at me when I mated Viviane. He knew how exceptional his true mate was. He tried to tell me but I was too stubborn to listen.

I have now. I'm listening loud and clear.

My power search led me to Victoria Laporte, a Lycan from a noble family in France. Her bloodline was powerful. She was stronger than common Lycans, meaning as her mate, I will be just as strong.

I was floored at first when I discovered that Lycans were real. I learned that mating with one would transform me into one and I was elected. The only negative point was that a fully mated Lycan would die after a period of madness if their mate were to die. This means I could not kill Victoria like I did Viviane.

Yeah, you guessed right. I killed that bitch. She liked to trash talk my mate and complained about every single thing, all. day. long. She was giving me a headache. Not to mention the fact that she was an awful Luna. My Pack, which used to be amongst the strongest, was now a laughing stock.

I regret killing my parents though. They had always been there to show me the way, and it was my fault for not listening to them when they told me I was making a mistake with Leila. Nonetheless, they shouldn't have stood in my way to get Leila back. They should have shut the fuck up. I growl thinking about how fiercely they forbade me to approach Leila and that dog she calls mate. One thing led to another. I sunk my teeth in their throats, one after the other. My father was the first to die under my crawls. I used his mate as a bait and she fell for it. The last imagine I have of my mother, is disappointment. I would have preferred it to be hatred, but she was just fucking disappointed in me.

My breathing picks up thinking about that tragedy and the nightmares I now battle with because of that. This was all Leila's fault. I needed someone to blame and it was not me.

I will most likely punish her once I have her as my mistress. She left me. Given, it was my fault but she should have waited for me to come back to my senses and mate her.

Fuck, it is her fault for always putting on those baggy clothes hiding that luscious body of hers.

I look at Victoria as she transforms into her Lycan for us to fuck and finalize the mating process. I fuck her hard.

It was just my luck that she somehow looked like Leila, making it easier for me to develop some kind of feelings for her.

I fuck her hard and fast. My Lycan was possessive of her. Claiming what was his made him feel fucking awesome. There is no other way for Lycans. Our feelings are more intense than that of werewolves. I relinquish the feeling of so much power running through my veins.

I am going to crush Clayton like an insect under my foot. I have waited for this opportunity for over a year. I growl as I plunge into Victoria and release my seed in her tight cunt.

I wrapped Victoria around my pinky finger over a story of being neglected and shit by my parents. Since she had daddy issues, I was able to insert myself in that hurt.

All she knows about Leila is that I want to hurt her like she hurt me by taking my parents' love away from me. And in a sense it is true, they always preferred her to me.

ONE MONTH LATER.

I tracked Clayton and Leila down. They had left their Pack and were now in LA, in a fucking university.

That pervert is sending her to school so he can make her work for him. She will never have to work with me. She will only have to sit and look pretty and of course, make me happy in bed. I have a feeling she can deliver, even beyond my expectations.

I wanted to destroy their Pack, but that would be too much headache trying to clean the mess up. Lycans are supposed to stay hidden.

I snarle as I see Clayton, Leila, and eight other people I don't know. They are all shifters except for the petite brunette in their mist.

Humm, I frown feeling Clayton's aura very weak. Is that his strength? Or does it feel so weak because I am much stronger?

I sigh as an image of Victoria passes through my mind. It's my Lycan trying to stop me from going after Leila. Now that I have the power, it seems that I also have a powerful beast to fight with constantly over my obsession with sweet Leila.

I licked my lower lip seeing how her skin glowed and looked so smooth and soft. I still don't know how she transformed into this irresistible fatal woman but I don't care since she is mine.

A growl leaves my chest when I see Clayton kissing her. I clench my hands so hard, I draw blood.

He will suffer a slow painful dead. I promise myself that. I so want to go to them right now but Victoria won't be happy. I haven't mastered the art of blending with other species yet. If I was discovered, we would be put down by the royal family. I haven't come this far only to die now.

I will take my time. I say, retreating as I observe the little group looking around trying to locate me. I'm sure after my growl just now, they could feel they weren't alone.

I slowly move back when an idea pops into my head. I look at the little human amongst them and grin. She will do a wonderful bait.

An evil laugh leaves my lips as I turn around and leave.

Perfect.