Mated To The Hybrid Prince - Chapter 121: Chapter 121
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(Lily’s POV)
I dropped to my knees clumsily, reaching out to gather the shattered pieces of porcelain scattered across the floor.
“Don’t,” Zion snapped, striding forward.
His hand closed firmly around my wrist, pulling me away before I could pick up a single shard. I stumbled back, catching my breath. His grip was tight, protective and angry.
He didn’t let go.
“What is that mark on their arms, Lily Pison?” he demanded again, his voice lower this time but no less fierce.
I tried to blink the panic away. “It’s nothing serious,” I said, forcing a shrug. “Just a scar from a little accident- a cut at home. It’s nothing to worry about.”
Zion’s eyes narrowed. “Lying doesn’t suit you, Lily.”
He removed his suit jacket in one fluid motion, his gaze fixed on me as he tossed it aside. Beneath it, a crisp white shirt stretched across his chest. He began to unfasten the cuffs slowly, deliberately, then rolled up his left sleeve.
My heart beat louder with every fold. What was he doing?
He turned his arm and pointed to the spiral-shaped mark etched into his skin… The same mark my children had.
My legs wobbled, and I instinctively took a step back, but he caught my hand and placed it against the mark on his arm.
“Feel it,” he said, voice low.
My fingers brushed over the skin. It was warm, familiar. Electricity zipped up my arm, a current of memory and longing so intense it made me dizzy.
I hadn’t touched a man in years. And Zion? He wasn’t just any man. He was the man; my weakness, my undoing. The echo of his skin against mine stirred up something in me.
I had missed this. I had missed him in ways I didn’t have the strength to say aloud. My heart rammed wildly as the silence between us deepened, like a pressure chamber ready to burst.
His jaw clenched. “Now look at the photo again. Look at my mark. Then look me in the eye and tell me it’s a coincidence.”
I tried to pull my hand away, but he didn’t let go.
“This mark,” he growled, “runs in my bloodline. Only three of us have it— my father, my sister, Zelda, and me. It’s not some random birthmark, Lily. It’s a divine sign that we were chosen by the Moon Goddess. And now your children bear the exact same mark.”
His voice cracked slightly. “So tell me… make it make sense. What are you not telling me?”
I couldn’t speak. My lips parted, but no sound came. My heart ached with the weight of all the secrets I had buried so deep. My throat tightened as my eyes blurred with tears.
Do I tell him now? Do I confess everything?
But what good would it do?
Last I heard, he was married to Celeste and they even had a child together. A son. A perfect little royal family.
Tears slipped down my cheeks as I shook my head. My hands trembled as they hung between us.
Zion’s eyes darkened. “You’re lying to me,” he whispered.
I turned away, trying to hide the trembling in my shoulders, but he grabbed me again—this time, more desperate than furious. My chest rose and fell rapidly as I sobbed.
“Let me go,” I whispered, broken.
He didn’t. Instead, he cupped my jaw gently but firmly, and tilted my face toward his.
“Lily.”
Before I could blink, his lips crashed into mine.
It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t gentle.
It was everything I’d buried and everything I still craved.
I gasped against his mouth, and tried to push him away, but he didn’t budge. He kissed me like he needed it. Like he hated himself for it. Like he couldn’t stop.
And I… I was melting.
Heat flooded my chest. My knees nearly gave out as my body betrayed my better judgment. His scent; earthy and forest spice clouded my mind like a fog. My fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, needing something solid to hold onto. There was something frighteningly familiar in the way my body remembered him, responded to him, even after all these years.
Then suddenly, he pulled away.
His chest heaved. His eyes searched mine. His brows furrowed, confusion rippling across his face.
“I...”
Whatever he was about to say, he didn’t. Instead, he grabbed my face again and kissed me—deeper, fiercer, and more desperate. My hands clutched his shirt, and for a moment, we were the only two people in the universe. The tension, the pain, the years of silence, I poured all into that kiss.
I didn’t want to stop. I didn’t want to think. I just wanted to lose myself.
The knock on the door came like a thunderclap.
We both froze.
Zion pulled back instantly. I stumbled a step away, lips tingling, heart thundering. I wiped at my mouth instinctively, trying to slow my breath.
The door creaked open, and my PA poked her head in.
Her eyes widened. “Oh...” she blinked rapidly, glancing between us. “I'm so sorry, ma. I didn’t realize you were… busy.”
I opened my mouth, but no words came.
Zion straightened his collar, now picking his suit jacket. “I was just leaving,” he said sharply, cutting through the silence.
My PA raised an eyebrow, one of those “ I know what I saw looks” before giving me a cheeky grin.
“I’ll… come back later.” She closed the door behind her, her gaze lingering just a moment too long, eyes gleaming with quiet mischief, like she'd just uncovered something deliciously private.
Zion looked at me once more, his face unreadable. Then, without another word, he turned and left.
I stood frozen, staring at the door long after it shut. My lips still tingled. My chest ached. I ran my fingers over my lips, as if to prove the moment had actually happened.
The silence in the room felt too loud. I moved around in a daze, aimlessly straightening the papers on my desk, gathering the pictures, then sitting and rising again within minutes.
The rest of the day passed in a blur of meetings and coffee and trying to act like my soul hadn’t just been torn open. Every time I glanced at the door, I half-expected him to walk back in. Each time the handle so much as rattled, my breath caught.
And of course, my PA didn’t let me forget it.
“Do you want me to schedule your next meeting with the CEO?” she whispered with a wink as she handed me files.
I narrowed my eyes at her. “Alora,”
“Maybe I should block out an hour for ‘intimate discussions’ on your calendar, just in case he swings by again.”
I groaned into my palm. “Please, Alora.”
“You know what I think, you two are perfect for each and I’m rooting for the both of you, ma’am” she added over her shoulder.
I didn’t respond.
But my heart hadn’t moved on.
Zion had kissed me.
Twice.
And the mark…
The truth was no longer hiding, it was clawing its way out.
I dropped to my knees clumsily, reaching out to gather the shattered pieces of porcelain scattered across the floor.
“Don’t,” Zion snapped, striding forward.
His hand closed firmly around my wrist, pulling me away before I could pick up a single shard. I stumbled back, catching my breath. His grip was tight, protective and angry.
He didn’t let go.
“What is that mark on their arms, Lily Pison?” he demanded again, his voice lower this time but no less fierce.
I tried to blink the panic away. “It’s nothing serious,” I said, forcing a shrug. “Just a scar from a little accident- a cut at home. It’s nothing to worry about.”
Zion’s eyes narrowed. “Lying doesn’t suit you, Lily.”
He removed his suit jacket in one fluid motion, his gaze fixed on me as he tossed it aside. Beneath it, a crisp white shirt stretched across his chest. He began to unfasten the cuffs slowly, deliberately, then rolled up his left sleeve.
My heart beat louder with every fold. What was he doing?
He turned his arm and pointed to the spiral-shaped mark etched into his skin… The same mark my children had.
My legs wobbled, and I instinctively took a step back, but he caught my hand and placed it against the mark on his arm.
“Feel it,” he said, voice low.
My fingers brushed over the skin. It was warm, familiar. Electricity zipped up my arm, a current of memory and longing so intense it made me dizzy.
I hadn’t touched a man in years. And Zion? He wasn’t just any man. He was the man; my weakness, my undoing. The echo of his skin against mine stirred up something in me.
I had missed this. I had missed him in ways I didn’t have the strength to say aloud. My heart rammed wildly as the silence between us deepened, like a pressure chamber ready to burst.
His jaw clenched. “Now look at the photo again. Look at my mark. Then look me in the eye and tell me it’s a coincidence.”
I tried to pull my hand away, but he didn’t let go.
“This mark,” he growled, “runs in my bloodline. Only three of us have it— my father, my sister, Zelda, and me. It’s not some random birthmark, Lily. It’s a divine sign that we were chosen by the Moon Goddess. And now your children bear the exact same mark.”
His voice cracked slightly. “So tell me… make it make sense. What are you not telling me?”
I couldn’t speak. My lips parted, but no sound came. My heart ached with the weight of all the secrets I had buried so deep. My throat tightened as my eyes blurred with tears.
Do I tell him now? Do I confess everything?
But what good would it do?
Last I heard, he was married to Celeste and they even had a child together. A son. A perfect little royal family.
Tears slipped down my cheeks as I shook my head. My hands trembled as they hung between us.
Zion’s eyes darkened. “You’re lying to me,” he whispered.
I turned away, trying to hide the trembling in my shoulders, but he grabbed me again—this time, more desperate than furious. My chest rose and fell rapidly as I sobbed.
“Let me go,” I whispered, broken.
He didn’t. Instead, he cupped my jaw gently but firmly, and tilted my face toward his.
“Lily.”
Before I could blink, his lips crashed into mine.
It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t gentle.
It was everything I’d buried and everything I still craved.
I gasped against his mouth, and tried to push him away, but he didn’t budge. He kissed me like he needed it. Like he hated himself for it. Like he couldn’t stop.
And I… I was melting.
Heat flooded my chest. My knees nearly gave out as my body betrayed my better judgment. His scent; earthy and forest spice clouded my mind like a fog. My fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, needing something solid to hold onto. There was something frighteningly familiar in the way my body remembered him, responded to him, even after all these years.
Then suddenly, he pulled away.
His chest heaved. His eyes searched mine. His brows furrowed, confusion rippling across his face.
“I...”
Whatever he was about to say, he didn’t. Instead, he grabbed my face again and kissed me—deeper, fiercer, and more desperate. My hands clutched his shirt, and for a moment, we were the only two people in the universe. The tension, the pain, the years of silence, I poured all into that kiss.
I didn’t want to stop. I didn’t want to think. I just wanted to lose myself.
The knock on the door came like a thunderclap.
We both froze.
Zion pulled back instantly. I stumbled a step away, lips tingling, heart thundering. I wiped at my mouth instinctively, trying to slow my breath.
The door creaked open, and my PA poked her head in.
Her eyes widened. “Oh...” she blinked rapidly, glancing between us. “I'm so sorry, ma. I didn’t realize you were… busy.”
I opened my mouth, but no words came.
Zion straightened his collar, now picking his suit jacket. “I was just leaving,” he said sharply, cutting through the silence.
My PA raised an eyebrow, one of those “ I know what I saw looks” before giving me a cheeky grin.
“I’ll… come back later.” She closed the door behind her, her gaze lingering just a moment too long, eyes gleaming with quiet mischief, like she'd just uncovered something deliciously private.
Zion looked at me once more, his face unreadable. Then, without another word, he turned and left.
I stood frozen, staring at the door long after it shut. My lips still tingled. My chest ached. I ran my fingers over my lips, as if to prove the moment had actually happened.
The silence in the room felt too loud. I moved around in a daze, aimlessly straightening the papers on my desk, gathering the pictures, then sitting and rising again within minutes.
The rest of the day passed in a blur of meetings and coffee and trying to act like my soul hadn’t just been torn open. Every time I glanced at the door, I half-expected him to walk back in. Each time the handle so much as rattled, my breath caught.
And of course, my PA didn’t let me forget it.
“Do you want me to schedule your next meeting with the CEO?” she whispered with a wink as she handed me files.
I narrowed my eyes at her. “Alora,”
“Maybe I should block out an hour for ‘intimate discussions’ on your calendar, just in case he swings by again.”
I groaned into my palm. “Please, Alora.”
“You know what I think, you two are perfect for each and I’m rooting for the both of you, ma’am” she added over her shoulder.
I didn’t respond.
But my heart hadn’t moved on.
Zion had kissed me.
Twice.
And the mark…
The truth was no longer hiding, it was clawing its way out.
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