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Arden's POV: Torn Between Love and Loyalty

I never thought Ethan and I would fight over a girl. Not just any girl—Olivia. The same Olivia he dismissed as beneath him, someone “out of his league.” The girl he said he’d never look at twice. And yet, here I was, caught in the crossfire of a war I never wanted to be part of. Yesterday, he had the audacity to tell me she was his soulmate. His. That I needed to stay away from her.

Stay away? Was he serious? Did he think he could just claim her like that? The same girl he’d mocked countless times, the one he had no interest in until now?

I sat at my desk, my pencil hovering over the paper. The unfinished portrait of her stared back at me. She didn’t know I’d been drawing her—not just today, but for weeks. I’d memorized every curve of her face, every subtle detail. Her smile, her eyes, the way her hair fell across her shoulders like a cascade of dark silk. But I could never finish it. Something always held me back, some voice in the back of
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  • The chosen ( the hybrid)   32.

    My dad carried my mom in his arms, rushing her to the clinic. I followed a few steps behind, my legs trembling as guilt weighed heavily on me. **Why did I explode like that?** The question burned in my mind, but no answer came. I couldn’t understand what had happened, and the more I thought about it, the more the panic clawed at my chest.The moment we stepped outside, I felt the weight of their stares. Students lined the path, their eyes fixed on me, whispers spreading like wildfire. I could feel their judgment, their confusion, and their fear. **It’s my fault,** I thought, my heart sinking further. **It’s all my fault.**Among the crowd, Lisa’s familiar face appeared. The moment she saw me, she pushed through the others, her hands reaching out to cup my tear-streaked face. Her warmth, her softness, was a small comfort in the chaos.“Don’t worry, Olivia,” she said, her voice calm and soothing. “Your mom will be alright. I’m here with you.” She pulled me into a tight embrace, her arms

  • The chosen ( the hybrid)   31

    I glanced at my mom, her expression soft but tinged with concern. I couldn’t bring myself to tell her. Not about the nightmares, not about what was happening to me. There was no need; someone else would do it for me. And that someone would undoubtedly be Lisa. The thought made me smile, a small, sweet smile that brought a flicker of comfort to my chest. Lisa had always been more than a best friend—she was my confidante, my anchor in the storm. Time and again, she proved her loyalty, her kindness, her unwavering support. Having someone like her in my life made my heart swell with joy. Even in moments like this, when everything felt like it was falling apart, I could count on her. “Olivia,” my mom said, her voice breaking through my thoughts. I turned to meet her gaze, her clear blue eyes searching mine with a mixture of doubt and worry. She didn’t believe me. I could see it in the way her brows knit together, the way her lips pressed into a thin line. But I smiled, forcing a calmnes

  • The chosen ( the hybrid)   30

    "I never expected you to like it," Martha said, her voice laced with a sincerity that felt…rehearsed. It was a performance, I realized, carefully crafted to project an image of remorse. But behind her eyes, I saw something else – a flicker of triumph, a hint of calculation.I stared at her, a knot of confusion tightening in my stomach. Was this genuine? Could Martha, after all the veiled insults and petty sabotage, actually be feeling regret? Or was this just another layer in her intricate game?"After all the drama that happened between me and you, you still hold no grudges against me?" she continued, her tone almost pleading. The words hung in the air, a challenge and an accusation all rolled into one.I forced a smile, a carefully constructed mask of forgiveness. *Hold no grudges?* The thought echoed in my mind, bitter and ironic. *I'm not ready to strike yet. But when I do, you'll know it.*"All those are bygone," I said, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside. "This is a new

  • The chosen ( the hybrid)   29.

    The sterile scent of antiseptic clung to me as I walked out of the hospital. Collins was a constant presence, a shadow flitting at the edge of my vision, ever since my father had signed the discharge papers. He’d been there through the stilted small talk with the nurses, the awkward shuffle to the car, and the silent drive back to the dorm. My father dropped me off with a curt nod, a silent promise to return soon, leaving me to face whatever awaited me behind that familiar door.The moment I pushed it open, I gasped. It was like walking into a dream – or perhaps a carefully constructed trap. My dorm room, usually a study in organized chaos, had been transformed. Garlands of flowers draped across the ceiling, their vibrant colors a stark contrast to the pale walls. Petals, a riot of reds, pinks, and whites, carpeted the floor, swirling around my bed in a fragrant, dizzying display. My name, "Olivia," was spelled out in meticulously arranged petals on the duvet.My first instinct was to

  • The chosen ( the hybrid)   28.

    The invitation felt like a poisoned chalice, a gilded promise concealing a bitter draught. Collins, bless his earnest heart, didn't see the storm brewing behind my eyes. He only saw my hesitation, the shadow of doubt that flickered across my face.His expression crumpled, a fleeting twist of disappointment that he quickly masked. "It's okay if you don't want to go," he said, his voice carefully neutral as he slipped the invitation back into his bag."It's not that I *don't* want to go," I hedged, the words catching in my throat. "It's just… you know Martha and I don't exactly get along. I can only imagine what she'd do if she found me there." The thought of facing Martha, particularly on her own turf, sent a shiver of apprehension down my spine.Collins's eyes softened, a protective glint entering them. "You don't have to worry about her," he said, his voice firm. "I'll be there to protect you."I managed a weak smile, unconvinced but unwilling to shatter his earnestness. I turned my

  • The chosen ( the hybrid)   27

    The sterile scent of antiseptic clung to everything in the hospital room, a constant, unwelcome reminder of my confinement. Two days. Forty-eight hours trapped within these four walls, and a silent scream building in my chest. Not from the pain – though the dull ache thrumming through my body was persistent – but from the gaping absence where Arden should have been.I’d foolishly imagined that a hospital stay, a genuine brush with mortality (or at least a very persuasive imitation of it), would elicit some flicker of… something… from him. Sympathy? Concern? Even a begrudging visit would have sufficed. Instead, the parade of well-wishers underscored his absence with brutal clarity.Collins was a constant, almost unnervingly cheerful presence. Each morning, he arrived bearing a single, perfect bloom – a rose, a lily, once even a delicate sprig of lavender – its fragrance a fleeting counterpoint to the pervasive medicinal odor. “Good morning, sunshine,” he’d say, his voice a warm rumble

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