Alpha's Regret: His Rejected Hybrid Mate 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 151 - 챕터 160

Aria's POVI followed Frost toward my desk, the air around feeling tight and pressurized. Stopping just before the desk, I forced myself to inhale slowly. Then I rounded it, my fingers lightly brushing the edge as I got to the chair behind it. "Luna," I called again, keeping my voice steady and gentle despite the panic that was slowly crawling up my spine. "Sweetheart. Now, you need to calm down for me. Momma's right here." Her answer came in a soft, broken sob. I stole a glance at Frost as they sound tore straight through me. Then, I shut my eyes to steady myself. Panic would only make things worse. A witch's magic was mostly tied to her emotions. If I lost control, Luna would too. So, I carefully moved my hands around the chair. Then over the armrests and across the seat. I expected to feel the presence of her face or hair just above the cushion. But there was nothing. "Aria?" Frost called quietly behind me. I heard the sound his feet made as he stepped closer. "Do you want me

Aria's POV Luna laughed. "It tickles, momma." I laughed too, greatly pleased that she'd mastered a good number of common reactions. "I'm really proud of you," I said to her, leaning closer and placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Now, what I'm about to say is really important." I paused, looking away from her eyes as I heaved a sigh. Then I looked into her face again. "You must always remember who you are," I said in a firm voice. "Your powers and abilities were given to you for good, and not evil. Do you understand?" She nodded. "Thank you, momma. I love you." With that, she reached out and hugged me. I nearly cried as she did this. "I love you too, Luna," I muttered close to her ear. "I love you too." We reluctantly pulled away from the hug, and she asked me to teach her more. I did so, focusing totally on her, and getting even more intrigued as she continued to learn fast. By the time Maya returned–apron gone, gloves discarded, and complete exhaustion written a

Kyril's POVSienna let off a slow smile. It was far more unsettling than rage. Then, she took a step toward me, and another, her bare feet silent against the floor. I tried again, but my muscles still refused to obey me. The invisible pressure wrapped around my limbs firmly. My wolf snarled in my chest, pacing and slamming itself against the restraint. But even it could not break me free. "What have you done to me?" I asked again as I continued to struggle.Sienna stopped directly in front of me, leaning in close enough that I could smell the faint trace of her night wash. Then I felt her warm lips brushing the shell of my ear as she whispered in a soft voice. "You're not just foolish, my love," she murmured. "You're also weak. Worse than any that preceded you." The unbelievable words sank deeper than any blade ever had. She straightened and turned her back on me without even the slimmest shred of concern. Then she walked calmly to the bed and picked up a pillow, tucking it under

Aria's POV Back then, the write-up said, witch-wolf hybrids had no sanctuary. No pack or coven wanted them. They were seen and recognized as outcasts by the two worlds, and they were hunted relentlessly. They were also feared by witches and wolves alike, and killed wherever they were found. But they continued to multiply, as witches still secretly had sex with wolves, even though they'd later turn around and despise the resulting children.So, after several decades of suffering such fate, they forged a coven. It was initially not for power or conquest–but purely for survival and protection. It was a sort of umbrella that promised their kind that they'd never stand alone. I nodded slowly as the pieces settled into place. Being a hybrid myself, I understood that kind of fear and isolation. But I knew I'd never understand fully, as the times were very different now. With the emergence of neutral grounds like the Silvermoon District, no one hunts hybrids in the open anymore. Laws, coun

Aria's POVThe very moment my hand tightened around the doorknob, something impossible happened. It wasn't pain or magic–at least not any kind of magic I knew. It was as though the very concept of independent control had been stripped from my body. My fingers instantly froze mid-twist, and my arms locked. Just then, my breath hitched so hard it felt like my lungs had slammed into a wall. This was followed by a sudden, completely alien pressure that wrapped around me. My eyes flew open in disbelief, and my lips parted in a silent gasp. Total horror consumed a large chunk of my thoughts as my brain screamed commands that my body did not answer. I had been.... paralysed. My wolf tried to fight against this foreign attack. It slammed into the inside of my chest, snarling and clawing–but it finally rebounded helplessly. All hope seemed to be lost. Then I heard her voice again. "Now, turn around, Ms. Stone." To my absolute, bone deep terror, I watched myself obey her voice. My han