CHAPTER 5
Leo's POV
The look on her face was priceless—like she was some scared little puppy. Honestly, if it had been a vampire, or any of those other supernatural types attacking her, I would've just kept walking, like I always do. But nope, it had to be those damn hunters—the same ones who've been chasing me for months.
Yeah, they got exactly what was coming to them. No one—and I mean no one—comes after me and gets away with it, especially not some squishy little human with more guts than brains.
Who the hell did they think they were dealing with? I'm a hybrid, for crying out loud. I rule over the vampires.The apex of apex predators. The top of the supernatural food chain. And yeah, maybe a little pissed off.
Let me break it down for you. We hybrids are rare as hell, feared by every supernatural species you can think of. Why? Because we've got it all. Vampire speed and strength? Check.
Werewolf senses? Double check. And a whole list of extra perks they don't have, like being able to chow down on whatever we want instead of just blood. Oh, and here's the kicker—I can mind-link with both vampires and werewolves. Yeah, that's right, I can crawl into their heads if I feel like it.
The other species? They think we're freaks—an unholy mix that shouldn't even exist. Whatever. Their opinions don't mean a thing to me. What does matter is they've been hunting me for years.
Spoiler alert: it's never worked. They can't kill me—not with any of their little tricks. Fire? Nope. Decapitation? Nice try. Explosions big enough to level a city block? Please. I'm basically unkillable. Almost.
See, there's one thing that can kill a hybrid. It's called the Fountain Dagger. Ever heard of it? Yeah, didn't think so. It's this rare, blood-red blade that's supposed to have some mystical anti-hybrid power. I always thought it was just a bedtime story to scare baby hybrids—until I saw it in action.
The day started like any other. I was in my office, bored out of my mind, when Master—my second-in-command—came bursting in. Now, Master isn't the type to lose his cool. He's ice-cold, fearless, the whole package. But that day? He looked like he'd seen a ghost.
"We're under attack," he said.
I laughed. Seriously, who's dumb enough to attack us? But then he added, "It's one guy." That got my attention.
By the time I got to there, the intruder had already left a trail of vampire bodies in his wake. And then I saw it—the Fountain Dagger, gleaming like it had been dipped in fresh blood. I swear I could feel the damn thing humming with power, like it was alive... and hungry.
The guy holding it? He wasn't human. Or maybe he was, but not the kind you'd run into at your local grocery store. He moved faster than anything I'd ever seen.
When he struck my sister with that dagger, it wasn't just death—it was obliteration. My sister turned to dust. Poof. Gone, before I could even process what was happening.
I'll admit it—I was scared. Me. The unshakable, unstoppable hybrid. But fear has a way of sharpening your instincts. I didn't hesitate. I went at him with everything I had—claws, teeth, raw strength—it was an all-out brawl.
When I finally got the upper hand, I didn't take any chances. I cut off his head, burned the body, and scattered the ashes. No way was I letting that bastard come back.
The thing is, I still don't know what he was. Human? Supernatural? Something else entirely? All I know is that he was strong. Stronger than anything I've ever faced. And the fact that he had the Fountain Dagger? That's got me wondering who—or what—sent him.
And just like that, the only sister I had—the only other hybrid I knew—was gone. You can't even imagine the pain I felt during that time. Do you know what it's like to lose the only family you've got? It was hell. I felt like crap. I couldn't even protect my little sister from some guy—or whatever the hell he was.
I've been hunting down info on this fountain dagger for ages. I mean, it's not every day you stumble across some cursed blade that can actually kill a hybrid, right? Like, who the hell made it and why? Turns out, some witch from centuries ago whipped it up. Figures. Witches are always up to some cryptic shit.
I tried everything to destroy it—fire, smashing it with rocks, you name it. But nah, the damn thing's indestructible. Like, seriously? Not even a scratch. So, I hid it. Found the safest spot ever, and only me and Master know where it is. And trust me, I'm praying no one ever makes another one of those cursed things.
Anyway, back to Emma. I just saved her from these hunter bastards who almost roasted her alive. And let me tell you, when I saw her? Whew. I was pissed. She was all beat up, barely standing, covered in bruises. The kind of sight that makes your blood boil.
"What the hell happened to you?" I asked, my voice low, sharp—almost a growl. Couldn't help it. My chest rumbled, and it even caught me off guard.
She didn't need to say anything for me to know she'd been through hell. And whoever put her through that? Oh, they're gonna regret it. Big time.
"Whoever did this will pay," I promised, and I wasn't just talking out of my ass. I meant every damn word. She's mine now. My responsibility. No one's gonna touch her again without going through me first.
"Shh, it's okay. Sleep now." As soon as I said it, she started to drift off. Tried to fight it, but nah, she was out cold in seconds. I threw her over my shoulder and bolted out of there, my vamp speed kicking in. Before you could even blink, we were at my estate.
The guards at the gate freaked out when they saw me. Well, more like they freaked out when they saw Emma. A werewolf. On my shoulder. Sleeping. Yeah, that's not something you see every day.
Vampires and werewolves? We don't exactly throw tea parties together, you know? But they knew better than to say anything. Unless I give the word, she's untouchable.
Using the mind link, I called a meeting in the hall. When it's something serious, that's where we all gather. And this? Definitely serious. If I didn't introduce Emma properly, she wouldn't survive a single night here. Vampires can be real assholes when it comes to werewolves.
One by one, they filed in, looking pissed. Anger radiated off them like heat waves. Nobody liked this. I mean, they don't even try to hide it. But no one dared to challenge me. Smart move.
I gently laid Emma down on the floor, leaned in, and whispered, "Wake up." Her eyes flew open, and she immediately froze when she noticed all the angry stares. Poor girl even hiccupped. She's tough, though, I'll give her that.
I stood up, faced my vampires, and kept it short. "This is Emma, a wolfless omega and my new slave."
The room went dead silent. Emma? Oh, she was not having it. Shot me this death glare like that was gonna change anything. Sorry, sweetheart, but I don't scare easily.