Chapter 020

Even as she stepped outside, she could hear it loud and clear. Her head told her 

Go back in. You're making a silly mistake.

She heard the loud voice of hybrid ethics teachers as they say in class while the pure wolves gymed. 

“You are different! And different isn't always good. There are certain places a hybrid should avoid.”

The list was endless.

Large shopping malls.

Expensive restaurants.

You can't own fancy clothes.

You can't even smell too good.

If they could, they would make the hybrids breathe a different air.

It was that bad. But after the hurt of Ethan's betrayal, Abigail was feeling audacious.

Or was it suicidal?

She didn't know what it was but she was tired of sitting in her dingy apartment and listening to her heart's cry. A fucking thousand dollars was sitting in her account. And if it was a mistake, it was too late.

She stared at her wardrobe. Every outfit was mundane or easily classified as a rag. She didn't want to wear her boring work clothes. And it would be a taboo to wear a rag to where she had prompted her heart to go. 

With a hundred thousand dollars sitting in her account, clothes could never be a problem. 

Abigail decided it was time to fall her hair . A hybrid wasn't really stopped from doing that. But it was like an unspoken law. Pure wolves curled their hairs and let them down. Hybrids couldn't do that mostly because most salons wouldn't even touch their hair. 

But she had a natural curl. All she needed was moisture. She stood in front of the mirror and took off the ribbon that had been attached to her hair for god knows when. The curls fell easily on her shoulders. As a teenager, her curly hair had always gotten her in trouble with the pure wolves and the teachers in school.

“Hey! How dare you curl your hair?” They'd ask her..

Back then, Liam always defended her from the bullies. 

She grabbed a spray bottle and applied some water to her hair. That was all it took to give her bounce and more curls. Since make up wasn't really her thing and she was too broke to buy a make up kit and too busy to learn how to do one, she had the simplest items. 

A gloss and powder..

But it was enough to radiate her look.

Now, no one would ever guess she was a hybrid. Well, except for her clothes that needed changing. 

She stepped out of the house a hundred thousand dollars richer and growing enough liver to withdraw a bit from the money. She was waiting for her private ride when she heard a woman behind her. 

She was in her fifties, back bent from years of probably scrubbing for the pure wolves. Her body had bruises and her eyes looked tired. 

The typical look of a hybrid after they had given their strength to the pure wolves. Meanwhile, the pure wolves in their fifties were still driving cars and walking straight.

“Please,” the old woman begged. “Can I have a few changes from you? I don't have what to eat tonight.”

Abigail's heart broke. Hadn't that been her dilemma this morning?

If ever she could change things, she would erase the social divide and give everyone a fair chance to make it. She dug her hand into her purse and brought out ten dollar notes. She squeezed it into the woman's hand. Her eyes widened as she saw the notes. 

“I wish I could do more,” Abigail said, biting tears away. 

The woman nodded with gratitude. “I see your heart, young child. And your desires. Trust me when I say you'll find your rightful mate and be united this year.”

Abigail smiled out of respect. She didn't believe in love again. Things like that were meant for pure wolves. And maybe the woman had thought she was one. 

She turned away and waited for her private ride. 

It felt too good. Sitting alone in a car, enjoying the AC. Ethan had always treated her to luxury. But this time, it didn't feel like a handout. It felt like it was hers. Even though she was using money that wasn't hers..

Crescent shopping mall was where she headed to. It wasn't the largest around —she couldn't dare going to the biggest mall in the city for fear of recognition. Or unrecognition.

Crescent mall was decent. A few hybrids did.more than working there. Among the hybrids, there were those who were under special favour of a politician. They proudly paraded themselves as mistresses and strutted malls like Crescent mall. 

She stepped down from the cab and stared at the building with racing heart. But she couldn't gawk for too long. That was how to spot a hybrid. She moved on, bracing herself, entering into the lift with pure wolves. 

She wondered if they would say anything.

But then again, they could assume she was a mistress to a powerful wolf. Finally, she walked in the midst of dresses she had never thought she could afford, her eyes admiring each one, unsure of which to pick. 

She just needed one. A dress she would probably sell off after tonight. But she would keep pictures that she woukd go through to remind herself if she survived the night.

Then, as if it called onto her, a blue dress, gleaming like the midnight sky, stood a few feet from her. Her heart swelled. This was what she had come here for. This was certainly the dress she would wear tonight. 

She was reaching for it when she appeared. Her nose picked her smell. She was a pure wolf. And not just any pure wolf. A Lycan’s daughter. 

Her face was twisted into a disgust as she saw Abigail trying to reach for the gown. It had caught her eye and it was the only one left in the mall. And like Abigail, her nose had picked up her smell.

A hybrid, she thought with disgust. 

Probably a mistress or a breeder. 

She didn't know which she hated more. The dirty, poor ones or the ones who simply didn't know their place. 

She stopped before her..

“Hybrid,” she spat out venomously as if the mere mention of the word could give her a fit. “Hand over the gown.”

Abigail stood there, unsure of how to react it what to say. But one thing was constant in her head and heart. She wasn't going to leave without the gown.