บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha's Hybrid : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Phoenix "Long, long ago," Moira began, her blue eyes gleaming, "when the Creator was making this world from total abyss, He created the world for humans and beasts. He filled it with humans and all other living creatures. But He did not stop there. He decided to make supernatural creatures—werewolves, vampires, mermaids, fairies, trolls, and as many as you can imagine. These creatures were to exist together, separate from man, as they had different abilities. All supernatural creatures lived in total harmony, each blessed with a special someone made just for them. It differed from creature to creature—what they would call that special someone and how they would find them. For werewolves, it was by smell. For vampires, by aura. And so on for the others. All was well, until a certain girl named Selena, a werewolf who occasionally visited the human world for fun, met her mate. He was a human, already married to a woman he loved deeply. Although it was a tough decision—giving up you

Caleb After Alpha Jackson left my restaurant, I was filled with nostalgia and apprehension. I knew from my investigations that Phoenix had taken off, headed toward the Blue Moon Pack. I'd spent months tracking her movements, and finally, I had something—but I wasn't glad. All it meant was that I had to go back to my former pack. I couldn't bear to do that. But then I thought about the promise I'd made to Phoenix's unconscious mother—to bring her daughter back. I had to do something. I couldn't abandon Phoenix the way everyone else had abandoned her. She was my best friend. My only true friend. She'd accepted me when no one else would. She'd seen past my failures, past my shame, past everything I'd tried to hide. She'd loved me like a sister. And now I was going to find her. I argued with myself, even as I got ready to leave. Two days after Alpha Jackson's visit, I packed some clothes, tied them around my ankles, and shifted into my brown wolf, Kelvin. Kelvin was anxious about re

Jackson It had been three days. Three agonizing days since I'd visited Caleb. I was expecting a reply—an update. I'd stationed guards close to the borders in case Caleb came looking for me. I wanted first-hand information. But so far, I'd been disappointed. Right now, I was considering going to him tonight to see what was wrong. He was supposed to have found a way to check the Blue Moon Pack for Phoenix's whereabouts. I had to find her. I just couldn't bring myself to mate with someone else. I loved Phoenix too much to do that to her. As I reviewed the pack's recent expenditures and the various requests from pack members, I was barely paying attention. I was looking at the papers but not really seeing them. My mind was elsewhere. The numbers blurred together. The words meant nothing. All I could think about was her. Phoenix. Where was she? Was she safe? Was she alive? The questions gnawed at me constantly. I'd been searching for over a year, and every dead end felt like a knife

Jackson It had been a week. A whole agonizing week since I'd received that first letter. I'd fought tooth and nail to discover who had sent it—all to no avail. I'd even tried to pick up any scent from the paper, but there was nothing. Just blank, frustrating nothing. Now I was stuck, not knowing what to do. The letter had given me hope, but without a sender or a clear direction, I was running in circles. Every day that passed felt like another nail in the coffin. The elders' ultimatum loomed over me like a guillotine. Two weeks left. Just two weeks. I was in my office, still rereading the letter for any clues, when I received a mind-link from the pack warriors guarding the borders. "Alpha, there's someone here to see you. He says his name is Caleb. Should we—" "Let him in," I interrupted, sitting up straighter. Within minutes, I heard a knock. Caleb walked in, his expression grim. I nodded to the warrior who had escorted him, and he left. Caleb took a seat. I turned to him, fi

Phoenix I sat on my bed, the golden box open before me. The letters were tied with faded ribbons—some blue, some gold. I picked up the one on top, my fingers trembling. Arizona sat beside me, silent for once. She knew this was important. I untied the ribbon and unfolded the yellowed paper. The handwriting was elegant, looping, confident, feminine. --- "My Dearest Tobias, If you are reading this, then I am gone. I do not know how or when, but I know it will come. The war rages on, and I have seen too many fall to believe I will be spared. I want you to know that I loved you. From the moment I first held you in my arms, you were my world. You were the light in the darkest days, the hope in the midst of despair. I fought for you. I lived for you. I know you are young, but you must understand, your father and I did everything we could to protect you. The war, the burdens that will one day fall on your shoulders, we tried to shield you from it all. But I cannot shield you from the