Lahat ng Kabanata ng CURSE OF THE HYBRID ALPHA : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

KIENA “Luna,” a tentative voice calls from behind me and I turn around. I'm lying in my bed, my head tucked comfortably on my pillow and cushioned by the swaddling of sheets that pool at my neck. “May I help you?” My voice is soft even though I want to snap instead. It's not the fault of the little girl that she belongs to a pack with a jerk as the Alpha. Matter of fact, all Alphas are jerks. From Dimitri Vocci to Xhecon Luther and now, Zedane Rhage; every man is far worse than the last. She shows me her hand. “I brought you a plate of brownies, Luna. I didn't know what you liked so I also picked two cupcakes and two muffins just in case.” My forehead furrows in a mixture of confusion and suspicion. “Who are you?” “I'm Lina. I'm an Omega wolf and all the wolves tell me that I'm weak and…” “They tell you that?” I interrupt her, anger skimming my blood all of a sudden. She looks shocked by my reaction and her nod of affirmation is tentative. I raise myself up into a sitting p

KIENA My ears are ringing with a mixture of righteous annoyance and all the embarrassment that I can feel. I thought that all of my problems revolved around Dimitri and Xhecon's play of politics that involved me, but I guess I would always be seen as a lot less by everyone around me. "Do you have any idea what you are invoking by deciding to disrespect me?" "Absolutely nothing." He spits, his face wearing a mask of disgust. "I am not in danger of anything. In fact, you would be proving me right by running over to the Alpha with your cries for help. Like the useless piece of..." He doesn't get to finish that sentence before a strong arm wraps around his throat and lifts him off the floor in the grip of a single arm. "Who the hell do you think you are to be speaking to my mate like that? Have you no respect? Or fear?" Zedane snarls at him. His face is contorted in a mask of rage and his teeth are bared at the jerk he has hanging off the floor by his throat. "Zedane..." I st

KIENA A knock sounds on my door, drawing me out of the slump I've been lounging in for about three days. My head is throbbing dangerously, rivaling the thumping of my heart's beating. My eyes are swollen, a result of endlessly sobbing into my pillow. The sight of Estina's open eyes as they stared back at me, devoid of life and anything that would be attributed to health, swarmed my mind; filling me with an endless bout of nightmares and terror. All of them spurred on by the knowledge that my father is the monster I've always believed him to be. Even worse. "Can I come in? You've been locked up for three days without food or water. Your pain and physical weakness is traveling down our pack and mating bond and leaving the rest of the pack feeling uneasy and distressed." Of course it is Zedane, and of course the only reason he's here is because somehow I've managed to disrupt the peace and quiet of the pack. "I don't want to talk to anyone." I call back. My voice sounds weak eve

KIENA "What are you going to do about his allegation? Do you even seriously believe that a member of your own pack would be sending messages to Dimitri?" We're standing across from each other in one of the pack's store rooms. I'm leaning against a shelf, with my legs stretched out in front of me. Zedane is the exact definition of composed. He has his shoulder propped up against the wall beside the door, his legs slightly extended, and one ankle crossed over the other. "Maybe not necessarily one of the loyal ones." He responds like he's not really troubled by the idea of one of the people in his pack doing something that could destroy his pack somehow. "What is that supposed to mean? Everyone in your pack is loyal. I was told that's the reason it's so small." The look he gives me makes me regret the words I just unconsciously spilled. "Have you been investigating my pack?" He asks with a raised brow and a lot of amusement dancing in his eyes. "Of course I was. Did you s

KIENA"Bravery seems like something that runs in excessive waves in your bloodstreams." Zedane says as he walks into the room of the young man. I follow behind him, taking in the small details of the room.The room is huge, yet cozy, complete with decorations of artwork that adorn the walls, and a rug that adds a layer of warmth in the center of the room, underneath a coffee table. To the side is a huge brown desk, overflowing with books and a computer system.The room is painted a homely dark blue, a reflection of the color of the man's eyes. The man who's about to be discovered as a traitor to his pack."Hi." I say instead, somehow deciding that being nice is a better approach. Zedane turns to me, a dark look on his face and a heated glare being shot in my direction. "What the hell?" His voice travels smoothly in my mind."What do you expect? We have yet to have his writing checks and you're already branding him the culprit.""Are you insinuating that Luke and the others who made