Hybrid Alpha's Spell Binding Surrogate

*Thelma*“Rosehip seed oil will make your skin glow while the lavender oil will make you smell great,” Hilda says as she rubs the mysterious oils onto my skin. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror that’s close by and grimace. I know the elderly woman is only trying to help, but I am already looking like a generously basted turkey.“Are you sure I won’t slip out of his grasp?” I ask. She throws her head back and laughs.“Not at all. Since long ago, women have always prepped themselves with the finest essential oils,” she replies.I nod. I wonder if I should tell her my fear that I might slide off Kyle’s huge four-poster bed. Not that it was a bad thing, as I honestly wanted nothing but to run away from this distressing situation.She takes a silk gown and helps me put it on. Although the gown's length is up to my feet, and covers most of my nude body, I still feel naked. I wish I could put on some type of underwear, but when Hilda caught me trying to put on panties after my bath,

*Thelma*I wake up to find a little box on the small bedside table. The white envelope underneath the box is addressed to me. I attempt to rub the sleep out of my eyes with the back of my hand, before getting up and retrieving the envelope and opening it.‘I can’t imagine my life without you. My sunshine, my angel. Happy birthday to the world’s best daughter. Love, Mom.’I smile as I open the little box. In it is a gold chain necklace with a blue pendant.“Thanks, mum,” I whisper to the empty room.I know that my mother can’t afford to buy me many luxuries, or throw me an expensive twenty-first birthday celebration, but this necklace was something I would treasure more than diamonds or platinum.I wonder what time it is; a quick look at my phone tells me that it’s half past seven. I’m surprised to see that Roy isn’t still sleeping, and after a quick shower, I make my way down the creaky stairs to the kitchen.“Happy birthday, dear,” my mother cheers in a sing-songy voice as I walk in.

*Thelma*I open my eyes at the sound of loud voices stirring outside. What the heck was going on? Also, how in the world had I gotten home last night after a night full of binge drinking? Did Martin drive me back?“You can’t do this!” I hear my mother yelling from outside.I try to lift my head from the pillow, and feel like multiple hammers are having a hip-hop dance party in my head. With a groan, I lie back down. I had never drank alcohol before, but yesterday I remember downing one glass after another of that sweet pink creamy beverage. Rebekah had warned me to slow down, but the drink had been so sweet and tasted like berries; it was like having shots of strawberry milkshakes.Why does everything that’s dangerous look and taste so good….I put my hand to my forehead and close my eyes; they feel like they have shards of glass in them. My mouth feels like I was munching on some sandpaper.‘I will never drink again,’ I think to myself as I will the pain away.“Leave me! Don’t touch

*Thelma*There had to be a logical explanation for everything that had happened yesterday, right? A person can’t levitate…they just can’t.The room is silent except for the sound of the ticking old analogue clock on the bedside table. I keep scrolling through social media on my phone, looking for anything that could explain about what transpired yesterday. Maybe something in the air? Maybe some crop circles were spotted somewhere? I hope so, because this is all like a horrible nightmare.To make matters worse, Roy won’t even look me in the eye anymore. When I move close to him, he retreats and hides behind the nearest person or object. Ma has been trying to act as if nothing happened, but I can tell by the way she is distancing herself from me, that she is spooked merely by my presence.However, Uncle Fernandez made a sound in his throat at the time everything had occurred, as if he’d been expecting this for some time now.On the other hand, River’s eyes looked like saucers as she sta

*Thelma*I run back toward the diner to check up on Rebekah. She steps outside the door and glances up nervously. The small fire has died down but the sign is charred.“Is it me, or are you short-circuiting a lot of electrical things lately? Do you remember what happened to the light at the nightclub on your birthday?” Rebekah asks.I shrug. I don’t think it wise to tell her that electricity is just the tip of the iceberg. How would she react to me telling her that I can fly?“Are you okay?” I ask, ignoring what she has just said.“Yeah, I guess. Do you think that you are jinxed or something? Or haunted. Do you think that stupid Ouija board we messed with at that fortune teller’s shop opened some kind of demented gate?” Rebekah asks.I can’t help but giggle. Trust Rebekah to have a wild imagination. She is the one person who believes in the paranormal and all things mystic. A week ago she had asked me to accompany her to see some psychic. She wanted to know if her crush was going to c