THE SPOILED HYBRID.🧛 (MXM) - Chapter 16: Chapter 16

It was late in the evening, the soft glow of the moon filtering through the curtains as the couple lay asleep, completely unaware of the world outside. Drake’s phone had been ringing incessantly, but neither he nor Alessia stirred. They were lost in the deep, dreamless sleep that followed a night of passion and intimacy.
Around 10 PM, Drake finally woke up, his body heavy and sluggish. He was starving, his energy drained from the amount of blood Alessia had taken throughout the night. The culprit, however, was still fast asleep, snuggled into the pillow with a contented smile on his face, looking more alive and radiant than ever.
Drake groaned softly as he sat up, running a hand through his disheveled hair. He needed food—badly. Throwing on a pair of sweatpants, he stumbled out of the bedroom and down the stairs, his bare chest exposed and his movements slow and unsteady.
As he reached the dining room, he froze. Sitting at the table, sipping a cup of tea, was his mother, Marie. She was a tall, elegant woman with blonde hair and kind eyes, her presence both comforting and unexpected. She looked up as Drake entered, her lips curving into a knowing smile.
“Mom?” Drake said, his voice hoarse and slightly panicked. “What are you doing here?”
Marie raised an eyebrow, her smile widening. “I figured you’d need food after all that… heavy work you did,” she said, her tone teasing. “I hope your lover is still alive.”
Drake’s cheeks flushed a deep red, and he groaned, running a hand over his face. “Mom!” he shouted, his voice a mix of embarrassment and exasperation.
Before Marie could respond, Drake’s father, William, walked into the room, his tall frame and broad shoulders a mirror of Drake’s. He leaned down to give his wife a kiss before turning to his son, his expression amused.
“We arrived here today at 4 AM,” William said, his voice calm but laced with humor. “We knocked on your door, but we heard some… interesting sounds. So, we decided to let you be.”
Drake’s eyes widened, his face turning an even deeper shade of red. “Dad!” he exclaimed, his voice cracking slightly.
William chuckled, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “But even after that, you didn’t come out until late in the evening. I must say, I’m proud of your stamina, son.”
Marie burst into laughter, covering her mouth with her hand as she tried to stifle the sound. Drake groaned again, burying his face in his hands. “I can’t believe this,” he muttered under his breath.
“I’m hungry,” Drake said finally, deciding to ignore his parents’ teasing as he walked past them to the kitchen. He grabbed a plate of food that Marie had prepared and began eating like he hadn’t eaten in days. He also drank several glasses of water, knowing full well the kind of partner he had and the toll it had taken on his body.
As he ate, Marie and William exchanged amused glances, clearly enjoying their son’s discomfort. When Drake finally felt alive again, he leaned back in his chair, letting out a satisfied sigh.
“So,” Marie said, her tone light but curious, “tell us, son. Who is this lucky girl—or boy?”
Drake hesitated for a moment before answering, his voice steady but slightly defensive. “He’s a boy.”
Marie’s eyes lit up, and she clapped her hands together. “Ohhh, I want to meet him!” she cooed, her excitement palpable.
William placed a calming hand on his wife’s shoulder, his tone gentle but firm. “Honey, calm down. That boy needs enough rest after last night.”
Marie pouted but nodded, her smile still wide. Drake groaned again, his face buried in his hands. “Dad!” he protested, his voice muffled.
William chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Relax, son. We’re just teasing. But seriously, we’re happy for you.”
Drake looked up, his expression softening as he met his parents’ eyes. Despite the embarrassment, he couldn’t help but feel a flicker of warmth. His parents were supportive, and that meant more to him than he could express.
Babe, wake up. It’s morning,” Drake called, his voice soft but firm as he gently shook Alessia’s shoulder. The smaller boy groaned, burying his face deeper into the pillow.
“Nooo,” Alessia whined, his voice muffled. He clung to the blankets, his body refusing to cooperate with the idea of waking up.
Drake sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Baby, you’ve already missed a day at campus. I’m not letting you skip another,” he said, his tone teasing but firm.
“But I don’t want to wake up,” Alessia protested, his voice taking on a petulant tone. He rolled over, his green eyes barely open as he glared at Drake. “Just five more minutes.”
Drake tried his best to coax Alessia out of bed, but the boy was stubborn, curling into a ball and refusing to budge. Finally, Drake gave up on words and resorted to action. He scooped Alessia up in his arms, the smaller boy instinctively snuggling into Drake’s chest, his warmth lulling him back toward sleep.
But the next thing Alessia knew, he was being hit with a blast of cold water. He gasped, his eyes flying open as the icy spray soaked him to the bone. Drake stood in the shower with him, holding him steady as the water poured down.
“You’re awake now,” Drake said, his voice filled with amusement as he watched Alessia sputter and glare at him.
“You’re so mean!” Alessia whined, trying to squirm out of Drake’s grip. But it was too late—he was already drenched, his hair plastered to his forehead and his clothes clinging to his body.
Drake chuckled, his arms tightening around Alessia to keep him from slipping. “My parents are home,” he said casually, his words making Alessia freeze.
“What?” Alessia squeaked, his eyes wide with panic. “Your parents?!”
Drake nodded, his expression softening as he brushed a wet strand of hair out of Alessia’s face. “Don’t worry,” he said, his voice reassuring. “They’ll like you. Just… don’t tell them what you really are, okay?”
Alessia blinked, his panic slowly giving way to uncertainty. “Are you sure they’ll like me?” he asked, his voice small.
Drake smiled, leaning in to press a kiss to Alessia’s cheek. “Yeah,” he said, his tone warm and confident. “You’re just too irresistible.”
After the shower, Alessia was dressed in one of Drake’s shirts, which hung loosely on his smaller frame, looking more like a dress. They paired it with a pair of shorts that they had to tighten with the drawstring until it fit Alessia’s slender waist. Despite the mismatched outfit, Alessia looked adorable, his damp hair and flushed cheeks giving him a soft, approachable appearance.
When they reached the dining table for breakfast, Marie’s excitement was palpable. She practically leapt out of her chair the moment she saw Alessia, her blonde hair bouncing as she rushed over to pull him into a tight hug.
“Oh my God, he’s so cute!” Marie exclaimed, her voice filled with delight as she held Alessia at arm’s length to get a better look at him. “Drake, you didn’t tell me he was this adorable!”
Alessia, who had been nervous at first, quickly relaxed under Marie’s warm welcome. His shyness melted away, replaced by a bright, talkative energy that surprised even Drake. He began chatting animatedly with Marie, his green eyes sparkling as he answered her questions and shared little stories about himself.
Drake watched the interaction with a soft smile, his heart swelling with affection. His parents had always been open-minded and loving, but seeing them embrace Alessia so wholeheartedly made him feel a deep sense of relief and happiness.
William, who had been quietly observing, finally spoke up, his tone warm and teasing. “Well, Drake, you’ve certainly outdone yourself this time.”
Drake rolled his eyes but couldn’t suppress a grin. “Thanks, Dad,” he said, his voice dry but filled with affection.
As the four of them sat down to breakfast, the atmosphere was light and joyful, filled with laughter and easy conversation. Alessia, who had been so nervous just moments ago, now felt completely at ease, his earlier worries forgotten. He was surrounded by people who cared about him, and for the first time in a long time, he felt like he truly belonged.