The Alpha King's Tribrid Mate novel Chapter 32

Nicolette's POV

"Hi I'm Nicole," I greet them. They smile lightly and nod.

"Luna," they say simultaneously. I let out a nervous chuckle and shake my head. I felt uncomfortable that they called me Luna. It makes me feel more important than I actually am.

"You can just call me Nicole," I said. They nod and I see another wolf standing on the side. His power seemed weaker. Probably a omega.

"Who's he?" I ask Malcom.

"This is Elijah. He's going to be here every day except Sunday to watch over you and care for your needs while I'm working," he explains. I roll my eyes and groan.

"I'm not helpless Malcom," I state. I hated being treated like I'm some fragile little girl. I may look like I'm 24 but I'm 683 and about to be 684 in 11 days.

"Yes but you like to get yourself in danger," he points out. I let out a sigh and rub my temples as I process what he just did.

"I'm not happy with this. It's like a total invasion of privacy," I complain. "What do you know about me?"

"You're a tribrid," one of the guards say. My eyes widened and I let out a low growl at Malcom. I walk over to him and grab him by his arm and drag him further down the hallway.

"Silentia."

"Do you have any idea what you have just done? You have put everything I've worked for in danger. All those years I've kept that secret and now your just telling it to people you think you can trust? I've killed all of them. All of the people that have known. All the people that started hunting me the second they found out," I ask him.

"I trust them," he simply said.

"But

I don't. I don't want to be treated like I'm going to be ambushed every two seconds. I'm not helpless. I can take care of myself," I stressed.

"Well after yesterday I don't know how capable you are at not getting yourself killed," he argued back.

"Let them kill me," I yell. "What is there for me to live for?"

"Me Nicolette, me," he yelled back at me. "Live for me for this pack. You are the future Queen Luna. You, not anybody else. There's no one else that I would rather have as Queen Luna than you. I've realized the mistakes I made first meeting you and I'm sorry I'm so sorry but your life is important to me."

"I hate it," I scream back. "I hate it like I'm treated like some baby that needs to be watched twenty four seven. My parents did it and now it's my mate. Always being watched. Always have to be careful. I hate it, I rather die." He takes a few steps back like I had told him I was pregnant.

"How can you say that?" He asks barely above a whisper.

"My parents died because I ran, you said it yourself. I was meant to die," I pointed out.

I go into the closet and carefully hide the glass ball between clothes. I walk out and a blade whizzed past my face so close I could watch my eyes turn red.

I let out a snarl as the murderer grinned from the corner of the room. I heard the blade stick into the door as he threw another one. I grabbed it from the air and flung it back at him. He dodged it quickly and smiled with amusement.

"I haven't formally introduced self have I? Well Nicolette, my name is Henry," he bows. I roll my eyes and let out another snarl.

"You can take you introduction and shove it up your ass. I don't care what your name is but you're going to find that you shouldn't have messed with me," I chuckle. "Let's find out what you are."

I held my hands up and he just laughs as he thinks that nothing was happening but a loud snap rang through the room. He let out a roar as his arm snapped in half.

Werewolf.

Next, I tried to test if he could have been a hybrid with vampire but nothing so I kept forcing him to shift. His leg snapped in half and he roared as he fell to the ground, no longer able to stand up.

"You bastard," he growled. His eyes were now a bright golden and his canines and claws started to grow. His bones snapped as he screamed. Fur started to sprout from his skin and his wolf came out.

Smoke started to seep in from the window quickly and I started coughing as it filled my lungs. I flung my hand up and the smoke cleared and he was gone.

He wasn't alone.