บททั้งหมดของ Diaries of a Hybrid and Her Mate: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Ragnuff Crescent Moon Community Third Person POV. Alpha Zayne Steele Alpha Zayne headed to the training grounds to shower, which should still be empty, to his knowledge. There are never many activities in there the morning after a mission. Quickly getting into one of the showers, he stripped completely naked, then turned on the shower head, and it came to life. He solely let the water soak him down from head to toe. Standing there, face up, he relishes the water pouring over him and tries to rub some life back into his face for this meeting. Zayne then quickly soaped and scrubbed with what felt like his last bit of energy. He had a long day and night previously. Moments later, he was tense, and to be quite honest, he was exasperated as he realized he was no longer alone. No. Not anymore. "Hi, Alpha. Need any help in there?" Guess who! It's Sacha. Here. Right now. Sacha came into this training grounds with one thing on her mind. She had been looking out for his return since se

Forty-Eight Hours Earlier Alpha Zayne Steele's POV. "You are 15 minutes out," the voice on the com says. Our guy back at home base. I tried my best to stay entirely focused as I didn't get much sleep, staying up well into the night on the phone to no avail. It was tough getting these Alphas from neighboring communities on board to join forces. I had spent hours on the phone pleading my case. However, all the other Alphas seemed to be taking the same stance as Alpha Thornton. As far as they were concerned, there seemed to be no trouble at their doorstep, and as such, they would not get involved in my mess, they said. My mess, I chuckled bitterly. At one call, he had gotten so angry he remembered yelling into the phone, making it clear to them, don’t come running to him when it reaches your doorstep. Because for the life of Alpha Zayne, this threat was on all wolves, why would they not want to get ahead of this? What were they waiting for? When they were under attack? Bottom lin

Aubrianne Ivanov POV I even saw the grocery store owner where I worked on a separate occasion. Though with him, I did not feel the dread I felt with my English teacher. He and I even shared a few words, and he even paid for a lap dance when he asked me if this is where I work now, and I told him yes! The money was better. "Ha," I laughed to myself. What an experience both encounters were. Now, Jada and I met when, in walked Jada one night with two other girls, Kylynn and Ena. They were all glitter and glamour in the highest pairs of heels I had ever seen. Each, in their pretty little outfits, Jada in her sexy leopard print dress reaching just below her butt cheeks, her toned sexy legs on full display, her beach blonde hair pulled up in a messy bun, her face done to perfection, her skin glowing. And her beautiful grey eyes stared at me as she whispered something to who I knew now as Kylynn. They laughed lightly, then Jada went up to the counter as it was their turn to cash out the

Aubrianne Ivanov POV **WARNING** Slight sexy times On stage, I continued a buildup of torturous teasing to lead up to the big finale. Showing off my skill on the pole, I stretched my hand, aimed higher up the stripper pole, and pulled myself up the pole again. My legs now extend downwards like I am almost standing in the air. However, I make it look effortless, but believe me, it is not. I am holding myself up with my hands, my body flexing sexily, walking in the air, and striking a few poses. I have acquired a newfound respect for dancers. It took me months to perfect my moves and skills on the stripper pole. When I started, I never even dared to venture up on the Stripper pole as I had no upper body strength and did not know where or how to begin. I would stay on the ground and give lap dances, and the pole tricks came six months later, after hours and hours of practice on a nightly basis. Moving on in my routine, I expand on my position, back now touching the pole, holding mys

**WARNING** - Triggering ContentAubrianne Ivanov"So sweet!" he whispered, followed by a sound as if it was the best tasting thing he ever had the pleasure of tasting in his life. All while looking at me with those lust-filled eyes. Then suddenly, his hand reaches up to stroke my cheek so softly, and I flinch slightly.And now, he dared to look hurt at my reaction to his tender gesture. Dropping his hand, he looked down, shook his head as if in an attempt to clear it, and he was right back at it saying, "no, no, no, NO, this is not happening, this cannot be happening," as if remembering I was leaving all over again.Almost like he is talking to himself AGAIN, he rambles on.On shaky legs, I stood there, all these questions running through my mind. How am I getting out of this? Is he this upset that I am leaving? Or was he upset that I was leaving before he got with me? What could have possibly sent him over the edge like this?My body heats up as anger surges through me at my last th