Hybrid Mates

I was born into a progressive wolf pack. Our pack is much different than the traditional packs. We are more like a monarch. My father was a King, not an Alpha. My mother was a queen, and I was a princess.

Our family lived in remote southern Louisiana. There were a lot of vamps in the area. We intermingled with them. I have a family that is both vampy and wolf.

The wolf packs outside of our area were not fond of our way of doing things, but it worked for us. The wolves protected the vamps because they wanted to. They were our family.

Of course, nothing lasts forever. Some vamps and some wolves wanted to disrupt our happy community, and they did. I was 16 when the war started. My parents sent me away during the war.

I went to college and became a real estate agent for one of the biggest developers in Louisiana, Lance Astor St. John. He built it, and I sold it. That’s how I met Bishop Crown.

“I am sending a very important client to look at a house with you today, Miya,” Lance said as he barged into my office.

I waved him off. I was on a very important call, but he did not seem to care at all.

“Miya!” he shouted at me.

So, I abruptly ended my call. “Are you out of your mind? That was important!” I yelled at him.

“I am sorry but listen to me. Bishop Crown is coming to the office. He wants to look at some of the properties, and I need you to charm him,” Lance said with a huge smile.

When I think back on this day, I can honestly say that day changed all of our lives forever. It is unreal every thing that happened after I met Bishop.

“Who is Bishop Crown?” I asked

Lance shook his head at me like I was supposed to know who he was talking about.

“Miya, he is an attorney for King Robin and Countess Wren, and he is their son,” he said.

“I do not care who he is. He gets no special treatment from me. I am showing a house this afternoon to the Wallace family. Remember?” I spoke.

“Cancel it. Call Bishop and set up some houses to show him. That’s an order,” Lance said.

“An order?” I responded.

Lance left the room. I remember how mad I was at that moment. I was so furious with Lance and Bishop both. I did not even know Bishop yet.

I was a good girl, and I made the call. I called Bishop to find out what he was looking for in a house so that I could take care of his needs. He was very kind on the phone. I looked over a few properties for him and made my selections. I called him back went over the properties, and he picked a few on the lake. I made all the arrangements to meet him that afternoon.

I walked down the hall to Lance’s office to let him know how mad I was before I headed out to meet Bishop. I walked past his secretary opened his door while he was on the phone.

“Hey, I just wanted you to know I am heading to meet Bishop and that you owe me big,” I said and walked away without giving him a chance to respond. He knew I was mad and let it go.

Lance and I always had a great working relationship. He knew when to let me be. He was always a great listener. He knew my family history. He was raised by vamps and was very fond of how my family had always treated the vamp community.

What I did not know that day as I left to meet Bishop was his family was not as fond of wolves, but Bishop was. Lance thought I could get him to buy the biggest house because I was a wolf. Lance thought Bishop would not try to negotiate with me.

As I approached my car in the parking deck, a little black sports car pulled up behind me and blew the horn. I was annoyed, to say the least.

“What?” I said as I glared at the driver.

“Lance told me to look for the most beautiful, extremely mad as hell woman in the parking deck. Is that you?” Bishop said with a big smile on his face.

“I am not mad at you, sir, but I am very upset with him. How can I help you?” I said. All I could think was this has to be the sexiest man I have ever seen in my life.

“We have an appointment. I am Bishop Crown,” he said.

“Well, I was planning to meet you at the house in an hour,” I said. At this point, I was annoyed. I had not eaten, and now he wants to be pushy.

“I thought I would give you a ride. That way you can tell me all about the house on the way. I can try to make a quick decision, and I won’t take up too much of your time,” he said.

What a charmer. Well, the house price stands. I am not coming down on it, I thought.

“Thanks, but I need to grab a bite on the way,” I said and turned to get in my car, “I will be there in an hour.”

“Please get in. I will buy you lunch,” he said.

“Okay, we can discuss the houses over a speedy lunch,” I said.

What the hell am I doing? Is he charming to me? I will be professional.

“Let me get the door for you,” he said as he jumped out of his car and came around quickly to open my door.

Nice bod vamp boy, but I am not charmed so easily, I thought.

“I would hope it takes more than my body to charm you,” he said.

“Vamps are not supposed to be able to read my mind,” I said.

“Well, I am special, and so are you, Princess Miya,” he said.

“I am sorry, not sorry. I don’t get out much, I guess,” I said.

I know at that moment I was every shade of red.

“I will remember that in case I need to use it in negotiating a better price on my house,” he said.

“It will take more than an embarrassment to get me to lower the price of the house, Mr. Crown,” I said.

Bishop closed my door and jumped into his little sports car.

“I can put the top up if you are worried about your hair,” he said.

I laughed. “I am a wolf, Mr. Crown. I have perfect hair. You can leave the top down,” I said with a smile. He smiled back, and I got a glimpse of his fangs. I gasped.

“I am sorry, not sorry,” he said with a laugh.

We both laughed.

“I thought you were used to vamps and fangs,” he said.

“I am, but it’s been a long time,” I said.