Mate.

"Who are you?" Devon repeated. He acted nice to her. He knew he was allergic to peanuts and intentionally picked it up to eat. He put up this pretence just to confirm his assumptions.

"Devon," Isadora called softly. "Don't try and act smart with me, princess, and act all innocent. Tell me where is she or I will kill you," Devon said.

Isadora's body trembled as tears stung her eyes. "I swear you, Majesty, on my life, I don't have any idea of what you are talking about," Dora said shakily. Devon stared deep into her eyes. He could hear her heartbeat race, not of lies but of fear, and he cooled down.

Now, what the heck was going on? Was this fate dealing with him? He looked back at the shaking figure before saying, "Very well then, you can go to your chamber. I appreciate the food," he said. He looked deep into her eyes, and Isadora couldn't help but feel drawn by his icy blue eyes.

"Forget this ever happened. You were in your chamber sleeping," Devon said enchantingly. But Isadora couldn't help but feel he was childish. Did he think she was some child believing in some magic shows?

"Are you okay? You need to realize I am not a child. What was that for?" Isadora asked, looking confused. "What!" he exclaimed. How could she not be affected? Everyone? He needed to find out more about the figure standing in front of him.

The more he looked at her, the more he was convinced there was something more about this princess. "I need to go somewhere," and with that, he left the room they were in. Isadora was scared. All her assumptions that this man was crazy were right.

Devon went down to the basement. He unlocked the door with the keys. He walked past what seemed like a tunnel. The tunnel soon led him to the dungeon. Zarius and Francis were waiting patiently for him.

"Zarius, call the wizard for me. I need to find out something. It seems my so-called wife is not affected by hypnotism, just like Fiona. I am sure there is a connection between those two," Devon said.

Zarius and Francis were shocked. How was that even possible? "My king, the man that tried to attack her highness is here," Francis said. Devon and the other two men walked towards where the man was located.

He couldn't help but smirk because he loved the smell of pain. The man was tied with strong chains that electrocuted him. His eyes were red, and his body was hairy like that of an animal. He had sharp fangs and pointed ears.

"It seems he isn't human," Devon said because no human looked like this and would survive this harsh treatment. "Yes, my lord, you are right. He is a hybrid. He is what they call vaewolves, a mixture of werewolves and vampires and a powerful one at that. He is a rare species," Zarius said.

"My, my beautiful, and may I ask why you are interested in my wife of all people?" Devon said, looking at the man. The man shook his head as if motioning that he won't speak a word.

"Zarius, hand me the silver, and hand me that source of light," Devon ordered. He placed the silver and source of light close to the man, but he seemed unaffected, which only made Devon smirk.

"Interesting. You are not affected by silver or light, which are weaknesses for werewolves and vampires. What is your weakness then? This gives me a good reason to punish you," Devon said.

Immediately, Devon saw fear on the man's face, and he smiled a devilish smile. "Bingo, I found it. Your weakness is me," he said. But this only made the man chuckle darkly until he started coughing and spitting blood.

"Of course. Don't be silly. I know your weakness couldn't be me. I have heard of your kind before. Your only weakness is holy water," Devon said as he kept sprinkling holy water on him.

"Aren't you a demon, a cold demon to be precise, a rare kind to behold? Shouldn't you be affected by holy water?" the man said, still coughing blood.

"Listen, I do not have time for chit-chats. You better start talking," Devon said, pouring holy water on him like he was bathing him. Zarius and Francis stepped back, scared that the holy water would touch them.

"Please, please stop. I will talk. It's so painful," the man replied between gritted teeth. "Start talking," Devon said angrily as he was losing patience already.

"She is my mate," the man said. Devon regarded the man before him, his eyes betraying a mixture of emotions: anger, confusion, and a curious sensation he couldn't quite place.

"Y

our mate?" He muttered , his voice tinged with disbelief.