Lahat ng Kabanata ng The chosen ( the hybrid): Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

The hallway felt like it was closing in as Olivia walked out of the classroom, her steps hurried and uneven. Behind her, Lisa trailed, tears streaking her face. Olivia’s eyes flicked toward me for a moment as they passed, but there was no recognition—just a hollow glance, like I was a stranger. Something was wrong.Seconds later, a commotion erupted from the room Olivia had just left. The sharp thud of fists against flesh and muffled shouting spilled into the hall. I rushed to the door and froze at the sight inside: Arden, my best friend, was pummeling Collins with an intensity I’d never seen before. Collins was trying to shield himself, but Arden’s fury was relentless.“Arden, stop!” someone screamed, but the words barely registered to him.My phone buzzed in my pocket, jolting me back. I pulled it out to silence the distraction, but what I saw on the screen made my stomach churn—a video. It was of Olivia and Arden. The angle was grainy, and the context twisted, but the implication

Olivia’s POVWhen I reached my room that evening, a deep unease settled over me. The walls felt too close, the silence too loud. As much as I tried to reassure myself, the fear bubbling inside me was relentless. I didn’t want to be alone tonight. “Lisa, can you stay with me?” I asked softly, trying to keep the desperation out of my voice. She looked up from her phone, startled by the urgency in my tone, but she didn’t question it. “Of course,” she said, nodding. I couldn’t explain it, but for the past two days, something had been wrong. The bad dreams—no, the *nightmares*—had taken root in my mind, making sleep feel like a battleground. Each time I closed my eyes, I saw fragments of terror, disjointed and suffocating. Flames. Screams. And worst of all, my mother’s face, twisted into a cruel smile as she… set me ablaze. The memory of that dream alone made me shiver. *Why would I dream of Mom like that?* She was my safe place, my sanctuary. But now, even the thought of calling h

Arden’s POVI never wanted to walk out on her. Every time I turned away, I felt like I was tearing a piece of myself apart. But I had to. For her safety. For her life. Olivia didn’t know the danger she was in just by being near me. She didn’t know the weight of the world I carried on my shoulders, the choices I had to make to keep her alive—even if it meant pushing her farther away. Laken’s ultimatum hung over me like a storm cloud. “Two weeks, Arden,” he had said, his voice like a blade slicing through the air. “Extract her core or introduce her to the pack. If you don’t, the Alpha Pack will take matters into their own hands.” Two weeks. Fourteen days to decide her fate. Extracting her core would strip Olivia of her powers, leaving her a hollow version of herself. It would break her spirit and possibly kill her. But introducing her to the Alpha Pack would be even worse. They didn’t see people—they saw weapons, threats, and tools for their own gain. Olivia, with her dorman

What’s wrong with this place? I could have sworn there was no crossroad when I first entered the woods. But now, as I stood surrounded by towering trees and eerie silence, there it was—a crossroad, splitting the path into two. Both trails stretched into nothingness, swallowed by shadows and mist. “How is this possible?” I muttered, my voice trembling. I had been so sure of my direction, but now everything felt wrong. I turned in a slow, deliberate circle, trying to retrace my steps. “I just need to go back,” I said, more to myself than to anyone else. “I can still find my way out of here.” But as I turned back the way I came, a chill ran down my spine. The once-clear path was now engulfed in a thick fog, so dense I could barely see a few feet ahead. The air grew colder, biting against my skin, and the forest seemed to close in on me. “Don’t panic, Olivia,” I whispered, gripping my hands into tight fists. My voice sounded small, fragile, as if the trees were swallowing it who

"Shhh!" he hissed, his breath warm against my ear. "You probably don’t want me to get caught, do you?" Before I could respond, Ethan dragged me into the room and shut the door behind him with a soft click. The shadows in the dimly lit room danced across his face, his eyes glinting with mischief as he turned to face me."What the hell are you doing in my room?" I demanded, my voice rising. But before I could get the words fully out, his hand clamped over my mouth again. "You don’t have to shout, Olivia," he whispered, his voice smooth but edged with amusement. "I was just passing by and thought I’d say hello. Is that really so wrong?" His hand fell away, and I glared at him as I stepped back. "What do you want, Ethan?" I asked, crossing my arms as I moved toward my bed, putting some space between us."I want you, Olivia," he said, his voice low and steady. I froze, my heart skipping a beat. It wasn’t the first time he’d said something like this, and it reminded me of the kiss he’d