A Second Chance With My Tribrid Alpha King

THIRD PERSON’S POV

Logan opened his eyes to see three pairs of worried looking eyes, staring down at him. Two women and a man. Following the sound of shuffling feet, his eyes landed on two other women just behind the people in front of him. Taking a quick look around the shrine, pieces of his memory started coming together.

“Finally!” Isobel muttered. He wanted to ask where he was, but he clearly knew. He decided to ask the most important question.

“Who are you?”

“Me?” Isobel asked, pointing at herself, before sharing awkward glances between Brienne and Dante, who were just beside her.

“Yes.” Logan nodded.

“I am Isobel.”

“Too vague.”

“Well, young man….” Brienne started. “It would be advisable for your to commence your interrogation after your challenging day ahead.”

Logan looked at her, wondering what the young woman was talking about.

“Your coronation is less than an hour away.” Brienne said, making his eyes go wide in shock.

“Oh, goddess!!” He whispered, jumping to his feet as he realized himself. “My mate cheated on me.” He muttered. “Tell me I’ve been asleep for a whole day.”

“Actually, some hours more.” Isobel informed.

“No wonder I feel soooo different.” He chuckled dryly. “I had been knocked out for more than 24 hours. And now, I’m about to go have a duel with my stepbrother for the throne.” He muttered, but surprisingly didn’t feel scared or bothered. “And I do not feel any iota of fear. I suppose that is the kind of rage that comes with knowing he slept with my mate.”

“No, it isn’t.” Isobel calmly muttered, as she looked up at the young prince who easily towered over her. She was a very tall woman by the way.

“Oh, it’s not?” He chuckled humourlessly as he shook his head in disbelief. He couldn’t really place a particular emotion he was feeling in that moment. They were all there, making his thoughts jumbled up.

“It is the fearlessness that comes with your supernatural sides.” Isobel added. In that moment, Logan cursed himself for clearly having selective memory losses. The image of Isobel giving him her bloodied wrist to feed on, flashed through his mind, and he froze.

“What have you people done to me?” He muttered, looking at all of them one after the other.

“We just saved your ass.” Dante replied, received a glare from Logan. Keturah emerged from behind, and took cautious steps towards the confused looking Logan.

“Let me.” She requested, and he just looked at her blankly. She placed both hands on his head, and brought him down to her level, placing her forehead against his. Before Logan knew what was happening next, he was in some sort of trance. He saw everything that had occured from the moment he stepped foot into his mother’s shrine a day and half ago. When he saw the a giant furry version of himself, awareness set in.

“Goddess!” He pulled away, still in shock after all Keturah had just showed him. “I have shifted.”

“Yes. While unconscious.” Carina added.

“How is that even possible? I don’t look like a normal wolf.”

“Because you’re not a normal wolf.” Brienne shrugged with a small smile. “You’re a Tribrid. And the awakening of your magic, made your first transformation quite painless. That was why you were able to remain unconscious through it all.”

“Wh… at?” He whispered, tears brimming in his eyes. He could understand that he had wolf and witch genes, but what was the third one that makes him a tri…? Oh, goddess! Understanding dawned on him. He had vampire genes too? How?! “How do I possess vampire genes?”

“Because your mother was a vampire before she bore you.” Carina informed, making him shake his head in disbelief.

“That is not true.”

“But it is.” Isobel insisted.

All the while, Brienne just watched in silence as they argued. While Logan had been unconscious, she pleaded with them not to reveal who she was, until he had gotten to the coronation arena. She couldn’t afford to tell him anything that would come as a shock to him, and somewhat weaken his resolve to get on with the challenging day ahead.

“We would tell you all you need to know after the coronation.” Isobel muttered.

Logan had a hard time assimilating all the information he had just received. Most of all, he couldn’t believe what he was.

He wasn’t sure if all they were saying was true, but what reason did they have, to lie?

Slowly, he was coming to terms with the fact that he was indeed a Tribrid, and it felt so unreal. But the things Keturah had shown him, were too real to be untrue. And no matter how much he wanted to believe it was all a lie, he felt it in his bones.

“Why?” He asked, making them confused. “Why did you help me? Who are you all?”

“All I showed you isn’t enough to let you know?” Keturah asked, and he shook his head.

“I know that you three, are witches. And I know they are vampires.” He pointed towards Brienne and Dante. “What I do not know is why you helped me.”

“I promise, all your questions would be answered once the coronation is over.” Brienne begged. “If it makes you feel any safer, Ryan is a part of all these.”

“He is?”

“Yes, he is! Now leave.” She instructed, making him take slow steps towards the entrance of the shrine. He turned back when he had almost stepped out.

“How do I shift?” He asked, truly at loss of how to go about it. He had always imagined being so happy when he’d finally transform into his wolf side, but now he was surprised at how calm he was.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

“It would come to you when you need it.” Was all Brienne said, and he finally stepped out. He was tempted to turn again and ask if they would be coming with him, but something told him to keep walking.

Many minutes later, Logan had gotten to his chambers and instructed the relieved looking guards stationed at the entrance of his chambers, to remain silent about his appearance. He went ahead to have a quick shower and brush his teeth. With great speed, knowing time wasn’t on his side, he wore a plain trousers, and threw on the heavy robe laid out on his bed. The great feeling of strength within him, was more than enough evidence that he was no longer the same person he used to be.

He spared a glance at the vanity mirror, and couldn’t help how satisfied he felt.

For the longest time, he had been mocked and taunted by the very people who were supposed to respect and support him. Now, things had just suddenly changed for him, and he still found it difficult to believe. It had all happened like a dream that had first started as a nightmare. At that thought, Audrey’s face flashed through his mind again, and all he could feel was resentment, hatred, anger, and regret. He regretted ever thinking he could make her come to truly love him.

He was so busy being the perfect mate, and putting her feelings before his, that he failed to see her for whom she really was. He made excuses for her, even when her sins were so clear. He begged her to love him, and it was never supposed to be so. She wasn’t the kind of mate he deserved, and he was done.

From now on, he was done begging for love and respect. It was time it came as naturally as it was supposed to. He was going to make everyone who had ever tried to hurt him, pay. Starting from those who were a part of this rebellion in one way or another.