Todos los capítulos de The Hybrid : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

LIA’S POV I swipe at my face angrily, trying to push back my overwhelming emotions. I am more pissed at myself for getting affected by him.The cold night breeze sweeps over me as soon as I open the door. I sigh and sit on the steps in front of the veranda. I stare up at the sky. It is as beautiful as ever; the moon is barely visible, and the stars take the spotlight, their tiny shine filling the night. My eyes trace them, trying to make out shapes, but eventually I close them, imagining myself and the night breeze as one. Peace settles over me. I can stay like this forever. The sound of light footsteps jerks me out of my reprive. I don’t look back or acknowledge his presence. He settles beside me. I hear a quiet wince as his long legs stretch in front of him. “I think you misunderstood me.” His starts. His voice seems to break the delicate night silence. I shut my eyes tightly for a brief second, reeling everything in. “I apologise for my outbrust earlier. I’m over it now.” I

CLINT’S POV If my wolf, Kaine, weren’t a literal part of me, he would have thrown me against a tree as I watch my mate tremble in front of me. I can see her face clearly through the dark, red with fury. I watch her lower lip tremble. It’s fury and something else. Something she is hellbent on not letting me see, but I see it anyway, not all of it, but enough for my blood to boil in rage. I will kill every single person who has laid hands on her. But she’s protecting them. I don’t bother stopping the growl that crawls up my throat. Not when I see the fear in her eyes at every tiny movement, how her body is always tensed and ready for flight. She never seems to be at peace or relaxed. I shouldn’t have said those things to her. I know I’ve hurt her. My wolf whimpers at the thought, urging me to move closer to console her. I swallow my anger, trying not to stare at those godawful scars on her arms. I move closer to her, and she flinches. Again. Even through her anger, I can see the f

LIA’S POV Clint and I fall into a strange dynamic. Ever since the day he brought me breakfast in bed, I’ve gotten to see another side of him entirely. He still can’t remember what happened that night, so there's no way to help me find my way home. But as the days pass, we grow closer and it turns out we can actually get along well. I might be getting ahead of myself, but it's almost like we complement each other. I can read the expression on his face and know what he’s thinking, even before he says anything and it seems like he can read me too. My mind has drifted to the vague mention of mate when I was asleep the other day, it claws at the back of my mind, but he never mentioned anything like that again and I try to convince myself it was just a dream. We don’t bring up my scars either, he doesn’t ask and I’m kind of glad because I don’t have the courage to talk to him about that, not yet. But we’ve become best of friends, spending more than half our days together. We make dinner

LIA’S POV Something is wrong with me. That’s the only explanation for what’s going on. I decide as I catch myself staring at Clint again. The isolation in these woods is starting to get to me. It’s been a month already. Tonight should be another full moon. After that incident at the workshop, Clint has been avoiding me. He is still kind and courteous, tries to be subtle about it, but I notice anyway. But then, I feel the heat of his eyes boring into my skin when he thinks I’m not looking. “Ouch!” The sharp pain of the needle pricking my finger brings me back to the present. “Dammit,” I curse, dipping the injured hand in my mouth immediately. “What happened?” Clint rushes to my side, crouching beside the chair. My eyes widen, and I shake my head hastily. “Nothing,” I rush out. “Just the needle…I wasn’t paying attention.” “Ohh,” He mutters, his eyes moving all over me like he’s trying to confirm it. This is a little weird. My eyebrows crouch in confusion. He gets up and turns to l

CLINT’S POV A groan tears out of my throat as Lia lands of the ground and those motherfuckers practically pounce on her. I throw a ard kick to Davi’s head and run accross the yard. I notice the men around her stiffen as I get closer. Good. My wolf rises to the surface, my fury nearly tipping over. How dare they?I grab the first stupid person that stands in my way by the neck, by protracted claws digging into his flesh with ease. I don’t bother looking as I tear out his throat. They lift Lia’s unconscious body on the back of one of them, and the wolf takes off into the woods. They shouldn’t have done that, because now, no one is getting out of here alive. I try to think past the pain that floods through my veins at the thought of Lia in danger, and I take off after them. The other rogues don’t see it coming, I use my vampire powers, and I run through them, faster than they can react, tearing through flesh. I’m forced to stop as several other rouges attack at the same time, not tha