The Hybrid King’s Secret Mate Chapter 05

The Hybrid King’s Secret Mate Chapter 05

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I was dragged before the Vampire Tribunal under charges of treason and attempted murder.

I tried to tell them the truth about the deal between my brother and Camden.

No one believed a single word.

In the end, I was declared mentally unstable and locked away in a psychiatric institution.

The signatures on the commitment papers belonged to Camden and my brother, the newly

crowned Vampire King.

Meanwhile, Veda wore a custom wedding gown and completed her ceremony with Camden

in the grand hall.

They sealed their blood oath and became bonded mates.

While I was strapped down for forced treatment, the two of them were sleeping together in

my wedding bed.

Four months later, covered in blood, my daylight ring ripped away, I was thrown out of the

psychiatric hospital like a piece of garbage.

Snowstorm.

Just like the night I found Camden.

Only this time, no one came to save me.

No one searched for me.

No one cared whether I lived or died.

The only thing I had left was the bloodstained bracelet clenched tightly in my hand.

“Paisley? You okay?”

Riley touched my hand gently.

I snapped back to reality and pinched her cheek lightly.

At least it was all over now.

I had left the vampire capital long ago and wandered from place to place before finally

settling near the border, saving every coin I could to buy this tiny little bakery.

I truly thought I’d never see them again.

Yet somehow, after ten years, we still crossed paths.

“Throw it away,” I said as I looked at the blood amber bracelet in Riley’s hand. “It’s trash.”

The words had barely left my mouth when the glass door suddenly swung open.

Camden had come back.

He stopped in front of the counter, breathing unevenly.

His eyes locked onto the bracelet instantly, the rims already turning red.

“Paisley. We need to talk.”

I looked up at Camden standing against the light.

Ten years hadn’t left a single mark on him.

If anything, the power and status only made him seem calmer, sharper, more untouchable.

For one brief second, the scene in front of me overlapped with another memory from ten

years ago.

Outside the psychiatric ward’s visitation window, he had stood there with his hands behind

his back, coldly watching as the orderlies dragged me back into isolation.

Half his face hidden in shadow.

Only the disgust in his eyes had pierced through the glass.

And now he stood before me again.

Same lighting.

Same blurred expression.

Except this time, there was hesitation there.

Riley blinked in confusion.

“You know Paisley?”

Camden kept staring at me, his voice tight.

“The shell bracelet she gave me… you still had it.”

Riley’s eyes widened.

“Paisley, I thought you said he was just a regular customer?”

Then she looked at the bracelet again.

“And you called it trash…”

Something dark flickered through Camden’s eyes.

I calmly set down the menu.

“If he wants it, give it back.”

Sensing the tension, Riley cautiously tossed the bracelet toward him.

Camden caught it immediately, almost frantically.

His fingertips trembled slightly.

“Paisley… these past years…”

His voice turned hoarse.

“Have you been okay?”

I smiled faintly.

“I’ve been great. King Camden, did you need anything else?”

The box of macarons in his hand had already been crushed out of shape.

He lowered his head and stayed silent for a long time before finally speaking in a rough

voice.

“I want Bloody Mary cake.”

His eyes slowly lifted toward me.

“Can you make it for me one more time?”

He had noticed already.

The display case was filled with every kind of dessert imaginable.

Except Bloody Mary cake.

Before I could answer, Riley frowned first.

“No way! Paisley’s Bloody Mary cake is only for me!”

Camden’s body stiffened instantly.

He looked straight at me.

“Paisley…”

I met his gaze calmly.

“Sorry. This shop doesn’t sell Bloody Mary cake.”

“You can try somewhere else.”

His pupils contracted violently.

His breathing turned uneven.

“Don’t do this…”

His voice cracked slightly.

“I’d rather you hated me like before.”

Hate?

Of course I had hated him.

At sixteen, I had transformed him in the snow.

I saved him when he was dying.

Carried him home covered in wounds.

Waited three years for him.

Stayed beside him through the hardest years of his life.

Everything I could give, I gave.

Everything I shouldn’t have given, I still gave.

And in return?

I got torture.

Humiliation.

A life where everyone cursed my name.

Snow fell heavily that night.

The winter wind cut like knives, yet the sunlight was unbearably bright.

I crawled through the snow, my body and heart both cracked beyond repair.

Every ray of sunlight that touched my skin burned smoke straight from my flesh.

Even then, I still refused to give up.

I crawled out of the snowdrift and hid from the daylight as I slowly made my way to

Camden’s estate.

With frostbitten hands, I pounded against the iron gates and screamed his name over and

over.

I clutched a silver stake tightly, wanting to carve his face open.

Wanting him to feel even a fraction of the agony betrayal had carved into me.

What came instead were the guards.

They pinned me down while cursing at me.

“Crazy bitch.”

“Father-killing monster.”

“Delusional psycho trying to climb above her station.”

I didn’t know how much time had passed before Camden finally appeared with Veda in his

arms.

The timid little girl from before was gone.

Now she wore a custom cashmere coat, polished from head to toe, every inch of her

radiating the softness of someone deeply loved and carefully protected.

She sighed softly.

“Paisley… why put yourself through this?”

Camden didn’t even look at me.

He only gave the guards a cold order.

“If she causes trouble again, follow protocol for dangerous threats.”

Then, without a trace of emotion, he added:

“Next time, burn her alive.”