FATED TO THE CURSED HYBRID ALPHA KING

Dylan's Point Of View

It had been a week now since I last got her scent.

My mate.

The words flew right out of my mouth.

My mate.

It echoed more in my head as my wolf, Gunter, taunted me dreamily, making me swirl in disgust; he argued for days with me for losing her, but finding a mate was the last thing on my plate. There was still more that needed to be done. For the first time in a century, I've gotten much closer to an answer.

Yes, It's been a hundred years already.

My name is Dylan Black, And I am a werewolf turned Vampire. Most people call me a Hybrid. I have existed for two decades and six years, but my kind were the werewolves for a longer time now after the mythological Lycans.

My Father, the Alpha King, along with my mother, the Luna Queen, died some years after I was born; I was only five. A flash of that day crept into my thoughts as I took a turn out to town to meet someone who I have searched for many years now with hopes that she may have an answer in breaking the curse, a werewolf curse that has plagued my kind for a hundred years now.

I took another turn to the cafe where Travis, my Beta, and Morgan, my Delta, waited for me. Slowly my thoughts drifted to the past, my past. To the night where my parents had no other choice than to turn me.

I paused, recognizing a familiar scent. My wolf Gunter growled in excitement.

"What was she doing here?" I questioned while Gunter kept on chanting, 'mate.’

I alighted slowly from the car, trailing her scent as I stopped on a nerve. It came from the cafe where Travis and Morgan seemed to be waiting for me.

I walked further through the door as her scent hit me more gracefully.

‘An intoxicating and alluring vanilla scent mixed with lemon and roses' My inner thought echoed.

My legs move with haste into the cafe, allowing my senses to search carefully for where the scent came from.

“Nothing... Nothing!” Gunter exclaimed yet again with frustration as her scent faded rather quickly. Odd. Not that I cared, I brushed the back of my hair with my palm as my eyes dwelt on the restless duo.

Travis and Morgan. I moved closer, taking a seat beside them as they nodded in courtesy.

"Where is she?" I asked, diving to the seat opposite them.

"On her way..." They responded, still feeling uneasy in their seats.

Something we quite had in common. I let out a heaved breath, waving my fingers as a clue for a waitress as my eyes wandered around the overly populated cafe and its surroundings.

Humans.

Such fragile yet judgemental kind. That's why we stayed away in a small secluded town for my kind.

To my kind, I am the Alpha of the Black Blood Pack, but to the human world, I am merely an eligible bachelor and CEO of Castle Corp—

Sweet vanilla scent.

My senses got alerted as my wolf stood in awe. And suddenly my eyes met a pair of sky blue eyes.

“Mate,” flew out of my lips without warning as Travis and Morgan's eyes widened at my words.

She strode slowly into the cafe from another door as she moved behind the counter. A blonde, my eyes begin to travel down her body, from the seemingly messy hair to her white collar shirt which moved with ease underneath her skirt. My eyes continued right from where her skirt stopped before her kneecap, revealing her slender, soft legs.

Gorgeous.

“Mate,” Gunter began to fight for control. “Mate. Mate. Mate,” He repeated as if reciting an anthem, and my demeanor remained unchanged. Her eyes gently met mine for a split second; as if cognizant of my stare, she retracted her glance.

“Alpha,” Morgan pulled me away. His eyes were on me.

“Luna, is it?” Travis managed to say, glancing at her and then at me. My silence seemed to have sent an answer straight to them.

"You should go to her," Morgan gestured, dismantling the restlessness he had. For the first time in a long while, I didn't have a single idea of what to do, and right before my eyes, she picked up her bag and left the cafe.

Had she closed for the day?

"She's leaving...Alpha we need her." Travis, as usual, reminded me. Waiting for my response.

"I'll wait for the woman. Go after her," Travis and Morgan stood up simultaneously after hearing my words. I glanced at my watch, trying to take my mind off her as a figure moved towards me.

Fair-skinned, looked like she was in her thirties, and had a persistent stare. "You must be Valerie,"

I said as she nodded with a smile while taking a seat.

"Mr Black, I'm Valerie Gibson."

'Of course, I know who you are. You are a descendant of Agnes, one of the Ancient witches with information for me.' Gunter screamed in frustration.

'Why are you on the edge?' I questioned Gunter, rolling my eyes.

She was a descendant of a member of the nine witches from the French quarters, after the incident of my father, they all fled from their coven when their identities were compromised.

Since then, I have been searching for them; some are long dead without a descent, while others are just not on the map. It might be a cloaking spell. I thought. I took a good look at the woman I had been communicating with for months over the phone.

"Ketsya is dead, along with the other five." She slowly scrubbed her upper hand.

"Amara?"

"Dead too"

"Cora?" I called remembering the leader of the coven.

"Also dead," Her words hit me like a lightning bolt. The only witches that could as much try to pry for an answer were all dead. I froze, recollecting each of them and the great help they gave to my father not minding the danger they were prone to.

"But..." She continued, "From what I've gathered and what my mother told me before passing, Cora had a child before she died, but no one knows about the child."

"We need to find that child, hopefully still alive" I rubbed my face forcefully with my palm as Valerie nodded understandingly.

Finding that child was of utmost importance; even Valerie knew it. If the child still lives, Cora's blood flows through the veins.

Cora Raynell was the greatest witch who led her time, not forgetting her bonded connection with the ancestors- somewhat like the spirit world, which was the center of all witch's power. It contained everything related to their kind, to the darkest kind of magic. Black magic.

"I tried a locating spell to find her child, but her child's essence was everywhere; her child still lives. If the child was dead, it would have come back blank," She paused on her words. "The child is heavily cloaked."

"I'll spread the word, everyone will be searching for Cora's child." Valerie nodded as she took her leave.

I sat there for some minutes, processing all I was told before making my way out of the cafe, back to the pack where she should be, waiting.

I didn't imagine I'd meet her this soon. Sometimes, I'd pray to the moon goddess never to meet her.

Although the prophecy had said, she could be a help but I highly doubt that. She was a human, after all, and what would a fragile and helpless human have to offer? 'Nothing.'

I closed my eyes. And now, everything has changed, but my heart hasn't.

I didn't want her.

I didn't need her.

MY MATE.