Mated To The Hybrid Prince - Chapter 103: Chapter 103
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(Zion’s POV)
The moment we stepped into the house after our late-night meeting, something felt off.
"Zelda?" I called out, but got no answer.
Lucien moved ahead of me, heading straight for her room. My heartbeat quickened as I followed. The door to her room was slightly ajar.
Her scent lingered faintly, like old perfume, and her wardrobe stood open, dresses shoved aside carelessly. The vanity table was a mess; lipstick tubes uncapped, a brush on the floor, foundation smeared across the glass. It looked like she had gotten ready in a hurry.
"She went out," Lucien muttered.
"Without saying anything?"
I pulled out my phone and dialed her number. It rang once, twice, and thrice. She wasn’t picking or returning my calls.
Lucien tried as well, and it was the same thing.
We waited for hours. I sat by the window like a damn watchman, my eyes locked on the gate. Each tick of the clock made the silence feel heavier. By the time the sky began to pale with the first hint of dawn, I tried her line again... This time, it was switched off.
A cold weight settled in my chest.
Lucien and I stood and summoned every staff member in the house.
They filed into the sitting room looking confused and half-asleep. I didn’t care.
"Why didn’t anyone follow her?" I snapped.
One of the men replied nervously, "She didn’t use any of the cars, sir."
"She dismissed the protocols," another added.
A young woman stepped forward, hesitant. "She said she was going out with the neighbor… I saw the woman drive her out."
My jaw clenched. Next to me, Lucien let out a low growl.
"All of you, get on your duties immediately!" I ordered coldly.
Without another word, we stormed out of the house and walked to our neighbor’s house. My anger was pounding like drums in my chest.
I rang the neighbor’s doorbell like a madman, more than six times.
The sky was still gray, and birds were just beginning to stir. The human world was still asleep, but I didn’t care. I wanted answers.
After a long moment, the door creaked open.
A young woman appeared with wild hair, makeup smeared. Her robe was slipping off one shoulder, and she winced at the first ray of sunlight.
"Do you know what time it is?"
"Where is Zelda?" I demanded.
She blinked, annoyed. "What?"
"You took her out last night. Where is she now?" Lucien's voice was steady, but there was steel beneath it.
The woman rubbed her forehead like our presence was a headache. "Yeah, we went to a party. She left early, with some guy."
My fists clenched. "What guy?"
She waved a hand. "Tall, wore black, looked mysterious. She seemed into him."
"And you just let her go? With a stranger?" I yelled.
The woman glared. "She’s an adult. Not my responsibility."
I growled low, my eyes tinging red. Ragnar and I were beyond pissed and wanted to put the woman in her place when Lucien thumped my shoulder to calm me.
The lady’s eyes narrowed to a squint. "Go look for someone else to scar with those rabid instincts of yours. Now, get your asses off my property and never return!" she said, slamming the gates in our faces.
The rage that built inside me was volcanic. "She knows exactly who we are."
"And still disrespected us," Lucien muttered darkly.
I glanced at the iron gate with fingers itching to yank it off its hinges, to march into her house and demand how she knew who we were. Ragnar roared within me, begging to be unleashed. He hated the disrespect. She had compared us to a dog!
But trespassing in the human realm was a big offense. One we couldn’t afford for now.
I paced, growling under my breath.
"Let's go, Zion. We can’t do anything here," Lucien muttered, jaw tight. "It’ll cause more trouble."
I hated that he was right.
We turned to leave. Each step back toward our house felt like an insult. How could Zelda even do this? No call, no text, just gone?
And then Lucien gripped my arm.
"Look," he said, tilting his head.
There she was.
Zelda.
She was sneaking in from the side gate, barefoot, her hair a tangled mess with eyes darting like a thief. Her walk was cautious, like she thought she could still slip into the house unnoticed.
She was clutching a dress in one hand, and heels in another, but it was what she was wearing that made my stomach twist.
Zelda was wearing an oversized button-down shirt. It was too big for her; sleeves rolled up, and collar loose.
Lucien stiffened beside me as everything in me went still.
"Stop right there!" I yelled.
She froze mid-step, her face going pale.
I saw her lips part slightly, like she was thinking of a lie to make. But I knew that look because when she broke something when we were kids, she'd try to charm her way out of the trouble. But this wasn’t a broken vase or a secret prank.
This was different.
And she doesn’t even know the amount of stress she’s put us through... and was that really a male’s shirt she’s wearing?
The moment we stepped into the house after our late-night meeting, something felt off.
"Zelda?" I called out, but got no answer.
Lucien moved ahead of me, heading straight for her room. My heartbeat quickened as I followed. The door to her room was slightly ajar.
Her scent lingered faintly, like old perfume, and her wardrobe stood open, dresses shoved aside carelessly. The vanity table was a mess; lipstick tubes uncapped, a brush on the floor, foundation smeared across the glass. It looked like she had gotten ready in a hurry.
"She went out," Lucien muttered.
"Without saying anything?"
I pulled out my phone and dialed her number. It rang once, twice, and thrice. She wasn’t picking or returning my calls.
Lucien tried as well, and it was the same thing.
We waited for hours. I sat by the window like a damn watchman, my eyes locked on the gate. Each tick of the clock made the silence feel heavier. By the time the sky began to pale with the first hint of dawn, I tried her line again... This time, it was switched off.
A cold weight settled in my chest.
Lucien and I stood and summoned every staff member in the house.
They filed into the sitting room looking confused and half-asleep. I didn’t care.
"Why didn’t anyone follow her?" I snapped.
One of the men replied nervously, "She didn’t use any of the cars, sir."
"She dismissed the protocols," another added.
A young woman stepped forward, hesitant. "She said she was going out with the neighbor… I saw the woman drive her out."
My jaw clenched. Next to me, Lucien let out a low growl.
"All of you, get on your duties immediately!" I ordered coldly.
Without another word, we stormed out of the house and walked to our neighbor’s house. My anger was pounding like drums in my chest.
I rang the neighbor’s doorbell like a madman, more than six times.
The sky was still gray, and birds were just beginning to stir. The human world was still asleep, but I didn’t care. I wanted answers.
After a long moment, the door creaked open.
A young woman appeared with wild hair, makeup smeared. Her robe was slipping off one shoulder, and she winced at the first ray of sunlight.
"Do you know what time it is?"
"Where is Zelda?" I demanded.
She blinked, annoyed. "What?"
"You took her out last night. Where is she now?" Lucien's voice was steady, but there was steel beneath it.
The woman rubbed her forehead like our presence was a headache. "Yeah, we went to a party. She left early, with some guy."
My fists clenched. "What guy?"
She waved a hand. "Tall, wore black, looked mysterious. She seemed into him."
"And you just let her go? With a stranger?" I yelled.
The woman glared. "She’s an adult. Not my responsibility."
I growled low, my eyes tinging red. Ragnar and I were beyond pissed and wanted to put the woman in her place when Lucien thumped my shoulder to calm me.
The lady’s eyes narrowed to a squint. "Go look for someone else to scar with those rabid instincts of yours. Now, get your asses off my property and never return!" she said, slamming the gates in our faces.
The rage that built inside me was volcanic. "She knows exactly who we are."
"And still disrespected us," Lucien muttered darkly.
I glanced at the iron gate with fingers itching to yank it off its hinges, to march into her house and demand how she knew who we were. Ragnar roared within me, begging to be unleashed. He hated the disrespect. She had compared us to a dog!
But trespassing in the human realm was a big offense. One we couldn’t afford for now.
I paced, growling under my breath.
"Let's go, Zion. We can’t do anything here," Lucien muttered, jaw tight. "It’ll cause more trouble."
I hated that he was right.
We turned to leave. Each step back toward our house felt like an insult. How could Zelda even do this? No call, no text, just gone?
And then Lucien gripped my arm.
"Look," he said, tilting his head.
There she was.
Zelda.
She was sneaking in from the side gate, barefoot, her hair a tangled mess with eyes darting like a thief. Her walk was cautious, like she thought she could still slip into the house unnoticed.
She was clutching a dress in one hand, and heels in another, but it was what she was wearing that made my stomach twist.
Zelda was wearing an oversized button-down shirt. It was too big for her; sleeves rolled up, and collar loose.
Lucien stiffened beside me as everything in me went still.
"Stop right there!" I yelled.
She froze mid-step, her face going pale.
I saw her lips part slightly, like she was thinking of a lie to make. But I knew that look because when she broke something when we were kids, she'd try to charm her way out of the trouble. But this wasn’t a broken vase or a secret prank.
This was different.
And she doesn’t even know the amount of stress she’s put us through... and was that really a male’s shirt she’s wearing?
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