Semua Bab Hybrid: Between Alphas and Secrets: Bab 31 - Bab 40

Sâmia´s POVAs I walk down the stairs of Alfa Marco's office, all that echoes inside my head is the bitter taste of humiliation.I've been exposed, used, discarded as if my will were worthless - as if I were just another piece in my father's cruel game.“You have to survive,” I repeat to myself in my head. “You can't be a doll in his hands, you have to do something.”I can't. I don't want to.But that's exactly how I feel.And what's worse? I can't even count on my brother. John... He's just another obedient shadow, totally shaped by the blind will of an Alpha who feeds on the fear of others, my father. He says he feels, that he suffers... but when I needed him most, all he did was bow his head and say amen.I sigh deeply. I need to stay focused.Even when everything inside me is screaming for help.And now, with the real possibility that Alfa Marco will simply turn his back on me... everything gets worse.He hasn't shown a shred of compassion. No sign that he's really going to help m

Alina´s POVThe icy wind coming through the window made my skin shiver.I moved slowly, feeling tired, as if I had fought on an invisible battlefield. My chest ached, although there was no visible wound. It was as if the air was thicker that morning. As if something had touched me while I slept.I sat up in bed, my eyes still heavy, and remained silent for a few seconds.The room was the same. The same messy pillow. The same blanket half thrown on the floor. The same crack in the window that I had forgotten to close.But something was different.A strange sensation ran through my body, as if I'd been touched, it's something unnerving. It was like an aura, as if someone had been there. Very close. Too close.I ran my hands through my hair, trying to push the thought away, but that's when I felt it: a slight smell, a slight discomfort. An almost imperceptible trace of something... not human.My nostrils expanded instinctively. It was strong. Thick. Familiar in a way that made me uneasy,

Marco´s POVThe video was short, but enough to make my stomach churn.A distortion in the hallway of her house. Something dark, fleeting, thick as smoke... and clever enough to disappear before the camera could focus sharply.Josh was right to be nervous. There was a presence there. And with each passing day, it grew stronger. Or bolder.I didn't wait for answers.I woke up with a certainty in my bones: if I didn't get her out of there soon, I would lose control of whatever was to come. And losing control was not an option.The door to her house gave way with a dry thud. Her scent hit me immediately - warm, sweet and vibrant. As if her essence was scattered around every corner.Alina appeared at the top of the stairs with a hard expression. She didn't seem surprised to see me there. There was the same look in her eyes that she had given me at the blind dinner, when she pretended to be Samia. As if she had known since then that I was around.I was.- What are you doing here? - she aske

Dila´s POVI prepared the room in a hurry, but with precision. Every trace, every rune carved into the doors, walls and floor, every ancestral whisper pronounced with the tip of my soul. Time was short and Marco was impatient. His eyes burned with that obsessive gleam - the kind of spark I've only seen in Alphas on the brink of madness. He wanted answers, he wanted control, he wanted the hybrid awake. But certain powers can't be forced. They are provoked. And they pay.I traced runes of restraint on the wood of the chair where Alina was supposed to sit. I placed a sealing stone from the mental plane under the seat, to block astral leaks. I touched the wood with dried phoenix blood, channeling the ancient oath of those who look beyond the veil. Everything was ready. All that was missing was her.When the door opened and Marco dragged Alina in, the air changed. It vibrated as if space itself was whispering danger. She didn't just seem human, she didn't just seem like a wolf. That thing

Samya´s POVThe mirror gave me back an image I hardly recognized. It wasn't Samya, the vibrant, dreamy she-wolf who longed for her predestined mate. She was a porcelain doll, meticulously adorned for a sacrifice. The midnight blue silk dress, hand-picked by my father, tightened around my waist to the point of suffocation, and the diamond necklace, heavy and cold, felt like a collar around my neck. Each jewel, each strand of perfectly arranged hair, was an invisible chain, binding me to a destiny I hadn't chosen.My hands trembled as I tried to apply my lipstick, but the image of Alina, pale and frightened, invaded my thoughts. Ever since my father had fired her and I had cowardly walked away, a knot of guilt had tightened in my stomach. I knew she was going through something terrible, something I could barely imagine, and I had left her alone. My father's voice, icy and authoritative, echoed in my mind: "You will not mix with that hybrid. She's a distraction. Your duty is to the famil