The Alpha King's Tribrid Mate novel Chapter 51

Third Person POV

Nicolette woke up on the ground and Lucas still on top of her. The fire in Lucas' eyes had died down but he still looked furious.

"Reject him," he told her. She broke eye contact with him and looked away. He relaxed the amount of force he put on her shoulders and a moment of realization happened. "You're not going to do it."

"It'll kill me and him. I debated it if i reject him, the power that went from my body to his wouldn't come back to me but practically eat him alive. That's what happens to she-wolves when they get rejected."

"It's toxic Nicole you don't deserve to be in a relationship like that. Your wolf will become more depressed if you don't reject him. And don't give me that bullshit about your morals because this is abuse," Lucas growled.

"You know rejection only works if the other agrees." Nicolette turned her head to see Malcom standing there. She lets out a growl and shoved Lucas off of her.

Malcom looked at her as her eyes started to flash to black. Lucas let out a growl of frustration and snarled at Malcom.

"What kind of Alpha King are you?" He asked. "Ever since that attack by the witches you've been different. Your pack is falling apart and you gave up the most perfect mate you could have ever asked for."

Nicolette realized something as Lucas yelled at Malcom. 'Ever since the attack' made something click in her mind. The royal guards said that he wasn't affected by the witch attack, but what if he was?

It was a far fetched theory but it was worth a try. She'd seen it before. Witches' dark magic implements into people's heads and take over their body. Usually, the witch controls people with their dark magic.

"Shut up," She growled to Lucas. Malcom's and Lucas' heads both snapped over to her. It was like they had forgotten all about her while they bickered.

Nicolette pressed her hand into the damp earth and vines sprouted from the ground around Malcom. The vines wrapped up his leg and torso until he couldn't move anymore.

"What the hell are you doing?" Lucas growled. Nicolette rolled her eyes as she walked slowly towards Malcom.

Nicolette walked behind him until he couldn't see her anymore and placed her palm into his head. She closed her eyes as she surged her manic through him.

She searched for the lost answer she was looking for. There was a mask covering the magic hiding in Malcom. Her magic courses through his body, looking for any other signs of magic.

Her magic came across them small amount of power given to him from the mating process. She pushed her magic deeper into his mind, searching.

Finally, she reached what she was looking for. A swirling pit of black magic was infesting his mind. She watched it eat away at his conscious. It was far more progressed than the royal guards' magic.

It was like the dark magic sensed her magic. It began to get restless and surrounded Nicolette magic. She gasped as she stumbled backwards. In those short moments, the magic felt powerful.

Malcom began to struggle in the vines. Nicolette closed her hands into a fist which tightened the vines around his body. His eyes became black with fury. She could feel the black magic struggling through the vines. Now that it had been discovered, it couldn't hide anymore.

Nicolette held her hand out while keeping the other in a tight fist to keep Malcom in place. She quickly recited a spell as the black magic creeped through the veins and into her.

You could practically see the black magic escaping from his body and into Nicolette's body. She dropped down to the ground, letting Malcom go.

"Nicolette," he breathed. The way he said her name was filled with sorrow. "Oh gods."

She fell to the ground as the black magic ate away at her conscience. When Nicolette took away the black magic from the royal guards, it affected her physically, but the magic put on Malcom affected him mentally.