All Chapters of The Hybrid Luna birthright: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Rashi's POVThe smell of antiseptic hit me first. I paced the sterile white corridor, anxious for news from the doctor."Miss Rashi?"I spun around so fast I nearly tripped. Dr. Evans stood there, clutching a clipboard, a small, tired smile playing on his lips. "Yes?" I breathed. "Is she... is it done?""The chemotherapy session was successful," Dr. Evans replied. "Her vitals remained stable throughout. We’re very pleased with how she accepted the treatment this round.""Thank you," I gasped, as a tear pricked the corners of my eye. "Thank you so much."I turned and practically ran down the hall to Room 304. Hope was a dangerous thing, a fragile little flame that I had been cupping with my hands for months. But today, that flame roared. We would beat this. We had to."Mom, how do you…" My words died in my throat as I saw her. My mother, Vinitra, lay in the center of the bed, swallowed by the white sheets. She looked translucent.Her skin, usually a warm olive, was the color of ash. H

Rashi’s POVI woke up on the cold floor; my head, my bones and every part of my body ached badly. It was the first time ever I had shifted, I sat up and grabbed the iron bars in front of me. A prison? I was in a prison cell."Oh no," I shouted, already getting furious.Was this it? Was this the end? I had made a grievous mistake coming here. I thought the amulet was a guide, but it had led me straight into a cage. I paced around the small cell. I had a life. How could I abandon my job to be a prisoner in another world?"Stranger!" a voice boomed. A guard appeared; he was tall and wore leather armor. He unlocked the gate with a heavy clank."The Alpha wants to see you," he grunted. Without waiting for an answer, he grabbed my arm and pulled me out.I stumbled but found my footing as he dragged me through long stone corridors. We walked fast until we finally reached a set of massive wooden doors. The guard pushed them open.It was a throne room. Sitting around a long table were men. Th

Rashi’s POVLight assaulted my eyelids, forcing them open. I blinked, disoriented, as I shot up from the cold tile floor of the bathroom. I couldn’t believe I had slept locked in there, and no one had cared to check in on me."Oh no," I gasped. I had cried myself to sleep, curled up against the wall, as the memories of the previous night crashed into me, Luna Saira’s touch, her twisted commands, my own body’s betrayal. A wave of nausea washed over me. I scrubbed my skin violently with my palms, as if I could peel off the invisible layer of filth she had left on me. I hated my skin; I hated my weakness.“Get up!” The voice didn’t come from my head. It rumbled deep in my chest, primal and demanding. It was the wolf. For the first time since the shift, I felt her clearly. She wasn’t cowering; she was angry. “Forge on,” she urged."Forge on to what?" I whispered to the empty room, my hands trembling as I gripped the sink. It dragged me to my feet. I didn’t have a plan, but I couldn’t stay

Rashi’s POVThe roar of the Great Hall followed us like a predator as Madam Lysca hauled me through the narrow servant’s door. Her fingers dug into my arm like iron claws, sinking into the skin that still throbbed from Luna Saira’s slap."Listen here, Rashi," she snapped, her voice cut through the ringing in my ears. "You danced with death tonight and lived. If not for the Prince stepping in like some moon-blessed hero, you’d be dangling from the gallows right now. Your blood would have soaked the courtyard stones. Executed for a spilled drink? That is the pack’s justice. That is how things rolled around there, merciless."I nodded, staring at her, but the words felt stuck in my throat. How could I thank someone for reminding me that my life was worth less than a vintage of red wine?The memory of the Hall crashed over me again, the Beta’s sneer, the council’s low, judgmental murmurs, and Luna Saira’s fury. She had looked at me and seen a disease to be eradicated. And then, there was

Rashi’s POVThe Luna’s chamber smelled of incense and cold power.I stood just inside the doorway, my hands clasped tightly in front of me, my head bowed so low my neck burned. The room was too quiet. No servants. No guards. Just the soft crackle of firewood and the slow, deliberate sound of someone breathing.Luna Saira stood by her vanity, her back to us, brushing her long dark hair as if nothing in the world could disturb her peace.Madam Lysca stood beside me.Thank the moon she was here.My heart hammered so loudly I was sure the Luna could hear it. Every memory of her hands, her voice, her cruelty clawed its way back into my chest. If Madam Lysca hadn’t insisted on following me, I knew I knew this would end badly.“Leave her,” the Luna said calmly, still brushing her hair. “I did not summon you.”Madam Lysca stiffened but didn’t move. “My Lady,” she said carefully, “the girl is new. She is still learning her place. The castle can be overwhelming for someone who has lost everythi