Semua Bab The Hybrid Mate : Bab 101 - Bab 110

She hesitated. “I still smell him. Can we please get out of here and talk about this at the Lodge?” “Fine,” muttered Darian. He grabbed Brendan's shirt and pulled him out of the car like it was nothing. “I'm taking her.” Brendan eyed her worriedly. “That alright with you?” Brendan's blood was still taking the edge off her craving for Prentice's, but the effect was fading fast. “I don't care who takes me, I just need to leave,” she said, leaning forward with her head in her hands. She stared at a receipt on the floor mat as if it were the most interesting object in all the world. It was one of Victor's tricks, finding a focal point to project all the energy and thoughts and thirst onto. Anything to keep the target out of her mind. “Preferably now.” “I'll go ahead,” said Brendan. “Want me to get one of the holding rooms prepared?” “No,” said Darian. “Yes,” she said at the same time. “Please.” “I'll figure something out.” Brendan's voice was further away. Darian tossed the

Bella nodded gratefully, though his words did little to ease her concern. She had a feeling nothing would except having Victor in her arms again. “What does any of this have to do with Prentice, though?”Darian and Brendan exchanged a look. “The thirst was a lot worse with him than it usually is, right?” asked Darian.“That's an understatement. I couldn't even think about anything else. It was worse than --” Bella's voice hitched with regret as soon as she brought it up. “It was worse than the night I killed Clive Burns.”She felt like if she said his name enough times, maybe it really would etch itself into her mind just as surely as all her other mistakes were etched into her arms.Darian winced, either because of her use of the name or because of the mere mention of the event that had hastened the downward spiral of their relationship.“What did the blood smell like?” asked Brendan, mercifully giving her an out. “Was it different than usual?”“From another human's? Yeah,” she a

The day passed in a relatively uneventful manner. Bella had never actually seen what Darian did for work, but now that she was tethered to him, she learned that it involved a lot of running around, yelling at other people to do their jobs and addressing surprisingly trivial concerns around the Lodge. He also had to break up two different fights in the process, one between Jason and Clarence and the other between two club members who couldn't decide on a compromise when it came to taking turns with the shibari crane hanging from the basement ceiling. To her relief, no one seemed to think anything of the fact that she was chained to Darian. No matter how long she lived there or how attached she was growing to her bi-weekly sessions with Victor, there were some things about life at the Lodge that she was just never going to get used to. "Alright," Darian said, looking as tired as he sounded once his shift was over. "Time to eat. I'm starving, are you?" Bella had be

"Vampire thing," Bella admitted sheepishly. "Just a precaution." Victor cleared his throat. "Yes, well, he's back so I don't think that's going to be necessary." He unclipped Darian's lead and made quick work of the restraints, tugging the jacket off moments later with a a pointed look at Darian. “Brendan's idea,” Darian said, eying the newcomer. “Let's all have a seat,” said Victor, draping his jacket over Bella's sleeveless shoulders as everyone took seats around Ulric's massive coffee table. Hunter looked like he would have preferred to stand, but he took a chair in view of the door. Clara, Foster, and Darian took the long couch while Victor and Bella took the chaise. “I'm sorry to hear about your pack and all, but why is he here?” Darian asked as soon as he had settled in. If she didn't understand why he wasn't their ambassador before, she did now. Fortunately, Hunter didn't seem to take offense. It was hard to tell since his expres

“Please don't take offense to this, but how are you a vampire hunter? You're not as, um, robust as the other wolves I've seen,” Bella said carefully. He laughed. “Don't take offense to this, but vampires aren't that hard to kill. It's the feral wolves that give me a run for my money. I might be small, but I'm fast, good with weapons and I don't do reckless shit. Plus, my beastform is pretty badass. They reflect our spirits, y'know, not just our bodies.” Victor shifted uncomfortably. “Hunter is more than capable of holding his own against a variety of supernaturals. The hunters present a challenge for even the strongest among us.” “It sounds like your pack was a lot more prepared for this than ours is,” Bella said, unable to hide her concern. Hunter shook his head. “No, the truce made us complacent, too. My grandfather warned us never to let our guard down and my father ignored him. My grandfather taught me to always keep an eye on the enemy no matter