THE SPOILED HYBRID.🧛 (MXM) - Chapter 6: Chapter 6

It had been two weeks since Alessia, the shy vampire-wolf hybrid, had finally mustered the courage to talk to Drake. Two weeks since their late-night texting session that had stretched into the early hours of the morning, filled with laughter, teasing, and the kind of easy conversation that made Alessia’s heart flutter. Two weeks since Drake had taken him on their first date—a movie night where Alessia had spent more time stealing glances at Drake than actually watching the screen. And two weeks since Drake had shown him around town, pointing out all the places Alessia had been too nervous to explore on his own.
Drake had been true to his word. Every two days, without fail, he would text Alessia with a new plan—a trip to the park, a visit to a cozy café, or even just a walk around campus. Each outing was a new adventure, a chance for Alessia to step out of his shell and into a world that felt brighter, warmer, and more alive than he had ever imagined. Drake’s presence was like a beacon, drawing Alessia out of the shadows and into the light.
Alessia had never been happier. Each day felt like a gift, a new opportunity to bask in the joy of being near Drake. The way Drake smiled at him, the way his deep voice softened when he spoke to Alessia, the way his hand would occasionally brush against Alessia’s—it all made Alessia’s heart race in the best possible way. For the first time in his life, he felt seen. He felt wanted.
Drake had even introduced Alessia to his friends, a group of loud, confident people who had welcomed Alessia with open arms. At first, Alessia had been nervous, his shyness threatening to overwhelm him. But Drake had been there, his steady presence a constant reassurance. He had slipped his hand into Alessia’s during one particularly overwhelming moment, and the simple gesture had grounded Alessia, reminding him that he wasn’t alone.
Now, almost the entire campus knew about them. The quiet, nerdy boy and the tall, charismatic Drake—they were an unlikely pair, but somehow, it worked. Alessia still couldn’t believe it. Every time he saw Drake walking toward him, his heart would skip a beat, and he would have to remind himself that this was real. That Drake was his.
But as much as Alessia loved their time together, there was still one thing weighing on his mind—the truth about who he was. Drake didn’t know about his hybrid nature, about the bond that tied them together. Alessia had tried to bring it up a few times, but the words always caught in his throat. How could he explain something so extraordinary, so impossible, without risking everything?
For now, though, he pushed those thoughts aside. He wanted to enjoy this moment, this happiness, for as long as he could. Because for the first time in his life, Alessia felt like he belonged. And he wasn’t ready to let that go.
Today marked one month since Alessia and Drake had started dating, and Alessia was a bundle of nerves. Drake had invited him over to his place for the first time, and the mere thought of it sent Alessia into a spiral of anxiety. He paced around his room, his footsteps muffled by the soft blue carpet, his hands flailing as he muttered to himself. His green eyes darted from one corner of the room to the other, as if the answer to his worries might be hiding somewhere among the neatly arranged furniture.
“What should I wear?” he asked for what felt like the hundredth time, pulling open drawers and scattering clothes across his bed. A pile of shirts, pants, and sweaters grew as he tossed aside option after option, none of them feeling “right.” He held up a black button-up shirt, frowned, and threw it onto the growing pile. “Too formal,” he muttered. Then he grabbed a hoodie, stared at it for a moment, and tossed it aside too. “Too casual.”
Alysa sat on the edge of his bed, her amber eyes following her brother’s frantic movements with a mix of amusement and exasperation. She had been trying to help him for the past hour, but Alessia was too wound up to listen. He kept jumping from one worry to the next, his mind racing faster than his feet.
“What if he wants… you know… *sex*?” Alessia blurted out suddenly, his face turning bright red as he froze mid-step. The word hung in the air, heavy and awkward, and Alysa had to stifle a laugh. Alessia’s eyes widened in panic, and he began pacing again, his hands tugging at his hair. “I don’t know if I’m ready for that! What if I mess it up? What if I—”
“Alessia, calm down, please,” Alysa interrupted, her voice firm but gentle. She stood up and grabbed him by the shoulders, forcing him to stop pacing. “Your movements are making me dizzy. Take a deep breath. Maybe he just wants you to know where he lives, okay? Nothing more. You’re overthinking this.”
Alessia stared at her, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to steady his breathing. “But what if—”
“No ‘what ifs,’” Alysa said, cutting him off again. She gave him a reassuring smile and gently pushed him toward the bed. “Now, sit down and let me help you. You’re going to drive yourself crazy if you keep this up.”
She rummaged through the pile of discarded clothes, her sharp eyes scanning each item until she found what she was looking for. “Here,” she said, holding up a pair of soft blue shorts and an oversized sweater. “Wear this. It’s casual but cute, and it’s totally you.”
Alessia hesitated, his fingers nervously picking at the hem of his shirt. “You really think so?”
“Yes,” Alysa said, rolling her eyes but smiling. “Trust me. You’ll look adorable. Now go get dressed before you change your mind again.”
Alessia nodded and hurried to the bathroom, clutching the clothes tightly. When he emerged a few minutes later, Alysa couldn’t help but grin. The outfit was perfect—the soft blue shorts complemented his pale skin, and the oversized sweater hung loosely on his slender frame, making him look even smaller and more endearing than usual. His black hair was slightly messy, falling into his eyes in a way that made him look effortlessly cute.
“See?” Alysa said, her tone smug. “I told you. You look great. Drake’s going to love it.”
Alessia blushed, his hands fidgeting with the hem of the sweater. “You really think so?”
“I know so,” Alysa said, giving him a gentle push toward the door. “Now go. And remember, just be yourself. You’ve got this.”
As Alessia stepped out into the cool evening air, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nerves, he couldn’t help but feel a flicker of confidence. Alysa was right. He could do this. And no matter what happened, he knew he had his sister’s support.