The Rejected Hybrid

Skyler’s POV "Skyler, come on, you don't want to be late for school," Mom's voice echoes urgently from downstairs, the sound of her hand hitting a metal object reverberating through the entire house. It's as if she's unaware of the discomfort it causes in both mine and dad's ears, or perhaps she intentionally does it to grab our attention. Either way, she knows how to make sure we're all aware of the time and the importance of being punctual for school." "Mom, I'll be there in a minute!" I shout in response, dragging myself out of bed and making my way towards the closet with a slight groan. My tired eyes scan through the clothes hanging in my wardrobe until they settle on a pair of soft black leggings and a loose-fitting shirt. Opting for comfort over style, I quickly change into this cozy ensemble, reminding myself that there's no need to impress anyone today. After a quick detour to the bathroom, where I brush my hair and effortlessly tie it up into a neat bun, ready to start th

Skyler’s POV In the midst of my history class, I find myself observing the peculiar behavior of those around me, as if they deliberately avoid acknowledging my existence. It's as if I possess an invisible cloak that shields me from their attention. As the customary introductions take place and we receive the syllabus, the teacher's monotonous lecture fills the room. I can't help but question the significance of studying history, as its relevance eludes me entirely. In today's fast-paced and dynamic world, it is easy to dismiss the relevance and significance of the past. With our society constantly evolving and the rules and regulations constantly changing, it may seem unnecessary to dwell on what has already happened. However, as I indulge in the delicious rabbit and strawberries that my mom packed for me, I can't help but notice the immediate impact it has on my body. The nourishment from this meal awakens my senses, invigorates my muscles, and clears my mind, reminding me of the i

Mason’s POV As I wake up, I let out a sigh and glance at the clock, feeling a bit annoyed that it's already time to start the day. I slowly sit up and stretch my limbs, trying to shake off the grogginess and prepare myself mentally for what's to come. Once I feel a bit more awake, I get out of bed and head to the bathroom, ready to tackle my morning routine. This includes taking care of my personal hygiene and taking a nice, invigorating shower to wake me up fully. After completing my morning routine, a gentle tapping sound interrupts the silence. Without hesitation, my faithful beta, Cameron, bursts into the room, his countenance reflecting a serious demeanor. “Why the serious face this early in the morning?” I inquire with interest. “My daughter has informed me this morning that she is being bullied and harassed by students at school. And that the principle is worthless and blames her for everything.” Cameron says, frustration clear in his voice. “I'm perplexed as to why she ha

Neo’s POV “Hey, Alpha! A letter came for Beta Cameron's daughter today. The note on it says that the vampire queen sent it here so that Skyler will receive it and to keep it until Skyler shows up.” Royal says in confusion. “That's weird, not sure why mail for her would come here, unless the vampire queen knows something we don't. Ok, bring it to my office and I'll put it in a safe spot.” I reply back, confused. “Also, I just want to give you a heads-up. That we've got a call scheduled with The Wild Rose Pack in approximately twenty minutes.” my Beta Royal reminds me through our mind-link, ensuring I don't forget about it amidst the morning rush. “You know what's funny?” Jax chuckles, shaking his head. “I swear, Royal acts like we're clueless about what's happening in our daily lives and pack.” ‘We need to make sure that there is an out clause in case we need to break this alliance. I have a bad feeling about Mason's pack.’ Jax says nervously. ‘That's the strategy. Additionall

Skyler’s POV As I finished consuming the last drop of my second bag of blood, my father made his way down the staircase. In a swift motion, I gathered the empty blood bags and concealed them within a garbage bag, carefully tucking it away in my workout bag. Time was of the essence, as we had to hurry for our training session. "Feeling any better, sport?" Dad asks, tousling my hair with a grin. "DAD! What on earth possessed you to do that?" I grumble, my frustration evident as I desperately attempt to rectify the situation. While he stands there, amused, his laughter filling the room. "Let's do this!" I exclaim, leaping out of my seat as we make a beeline for the front door. Before going on our journey to Uncle Neo's pack lands, we take extra precautions to ensure the front door is firmly closed, prioritizing safety and practicality. Once we are comfortably settled inside the jeep, I waste no time in turning on the music, filling the air with the captivating melodies of timeless G