Page 22 of Fight between Alphas

“We can but not long Tate. I will attack someone without it” Tate scratches the back of his head. Werewolves naturally hate vampires even though I am part Lycan, I could tell this was already going to become an issue.

“Yeah, I don’t think any of my pack will let you have their blood Lana. You might just need to make do until I get into the city. How long can you go without it?”

“Maybe three days, it’s already been two” I tell him worried. If his pack feels this strongly about vampires, it made me wonder what Tate feels about me being a hybrid. I cooked dinner for both of us, but I was suddenly no longer hungry and had to force myself to eat it. I honestly didn’t think me being a hybrid was going to be a problem because they knew what I was before I came here. I had been here not even 24 hours and we were already going to have major issues.

We eat in silence, then I wash up while Tate grabs a beer and walks into the loungeroom flicking the TV on. I sat with him for a little while, but it was clear our earlier conversation didn’t sit well with him. Giving up on trying to start a conversation that only led to short answers I gave up and headed to bed.

I just didn’t understand, all this time they knew what I was. All this time of Tate trying to convince me to come see him, yet I am meant to deny what I am? Why didn’t they just reject me? And why was it only now that he suddenly has a problem with what I am.

Chapter13

Lana’s POV

I woke to someone climbing in the bed, the bed dipping behind me, the light just breaking through the window indicating it was rather early in the morning. I knew instantly it was Drake, that he came back. His scent hitting my nose as he pulls me flush against him, his face pressed to the side of my neck. I can’t help the shiver that rushes over my body from the sparks bursting on my skin.

“I know you’re awake, I heard your heart rate pick up” He whispers before kissing the side of my neck, his arms tightening around me.

“Where is Tate?” I ask and he sighs

“Downstairs, passed out” He mutters. Nestling in closer to me before his hand moves underneath my shirt making me gasp as his fingertips trail gently over my abdomen.

“Do you still want me to go to the packhouse and meet your father”

“Only if you want to go” He answers, and roll over to face him, his hand moving to my hip while the other is still underneath my pillow. His face was so close barely an inch off mine and I instantly regretted moving, his scent was intoxicating making my gums tingle which was only made worse from his hand on my hip drawing circles with his fingertips, sending sparks moving over my skin.

His breath fanning my face and I lean in involuntarily. “And you think you are immune to the mate bond” He says, making me snap out of my trance and pull away.

“Why do you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Pull away when ever you feel drawn to us”

“I’m not, your scent can be overwhelming”

“You’re worried about wanting to feed on us” I nod about to roll away when his hand tightens on my hip stopping me from turning.

“Why is that a bad thing?” He asks.

“Because I feed on you, I mark you and I don’t think Tate likes that part of me” I tell him.

“What makes you say that?” He asked and I could see he thought what I said was odd.

“I asked Tate if there were any blood banks around here and he seemed to get angry, asking if hybrids could go without blood” Drake chuckles, shaking his head.

“You think he doesn’t like your vampire side” It wasn’t a question more like a statement.

“What?”

“We already had this discussion, it's not that he doesn’t want you drinking blood Lana, he just doesn’t want you drinking anyone’s blood that isn’t us”

“Huh”

“He knows if you feed on him you mark him” He chuckles.

“It also changes your scent, we noticed it when we first met you. You smell different”

“So, he doesn’t hate vampires?” He laughs.

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