One Night with the Hybrid King

heightened that I thought I might transform right there in the middl

one of affection and love. However, I would never betray Seraphina. Even without children-something we both

tered the hall, her scent became prominent above all the other aromas; I even thought it was just nostalgia haunting me once again. The longing for a si

face I had known at the bar had taken on a serious, cold demeanor that I could barely associate with the woman from five years ago. But the scent... that never chang

t beats as fast as that of a hummingbird. I could not be sure it was her until I saw the mark on her neck

plan by coming here? Could it be that my magic that nigh

I ask seriously, shaking off my

go, her plan will not succeed for even a second. I already have too many problems, a

n to have stained you," she responds nervously, stammer

visible as she gets closer to my face. The memory of that night rushes to my mind like a tu

?" The words escape my mouth, laden with impatience, almost growled, as my hand grips the young woman's arm with a force that borders on bruta

es the frustration I feel. With her free hand, she desperately tries to maintain her balance, pressing it against my chest, her brown eyes wide with terror, reflecting the b

lking, apologies..." Her voice trembles, the words barely escaping her mouth, and there is almost a sob that threatens to escape her

ence, the tone sharper, as I tighten my grip on Aria's arm. I feel the muscles under

ush my hand away from her soft arm, but her attempt is weak, almost pathetic. I meet her gaze coldly, allowi

sence was enigmatic, shrouded in mystery, and I never thought I would see her in the real world, much less here, inside my palace. The ide

l it in the rigidity of her body, in the way she tries not to tremble too much before me. Her scent, once sweet and familiar, is now mixed with the unmis

ment. The sound is so powerful that I feel the ground shake beneath my feet, as if the very earth were rebellin

of chaos and confusion. The surrounding sounds become distorted, a mix of screams, howls, and a muffled buzzing that fills my ears, as if I were su

dust and smoke around us making it difficult to breathe. She tries to get up, the expression on her face

ed it, has turned the surrounding environment into a scene of destruction and chaos. The opulence of the hall, with its majestic

diately drawn back to Aria. Who is she really? What d