Alle Kapitel von The Alpha's Rejected Hybrid : Kapitel 21 – Kapitel 30

Scarlett's POV The adrenaline from the confrontation with Arlo and Sam hadn't faded by the time my shift ended, it had simply curdled into a restless, buzzing energy that made my skin feel too tight for my body. Every time I closed my eyes, I could still feel the oppressive weight of Arlo’s aura, the way he had tried to claim my suffering as a reflection of his own weakness. The thought of him, his arrogance, his possessiveness, and that flicker of guilt I’d caught in his eyes, made me feel like I was suffocating.I needed air. Not the stale, beer-soaked air of the pub, but the raw, biting scent of the night.I didn't think twice about heading toward the forest. The woods had always been a place of contradictions for me, terrifying in their depth, yet the only place where the noise of the town and the expectations of the pack faded into a dull hum. As I stepped off the paved road and onto the damp earth, the canopy of ancient trees swallowed the moonlight, leaving me in a world of ch

Scarlett's POV I stood pinned against the rough bark of the pine tree, the air between us thick with Arlo’s suffocating dominance and the stench of death. His golden eyes were narrowed, searching my face for a flicker of guilt, a tell, anything that would confirm his theory that I had finally snapped and murdered one of his own."I'm not like you, Arlo," I whispered, my voice shaking but laced with a sudden, sharp clarity. "I don't look at someone I despise and see a target. I don't use my power to erase people who inconvenience me. I am not the monster you’ve spent every waking moment convincing me I am."He didn't move. His chest was still inches from mine, his heat radiating through my thin clothes, a cruel reminder of the bond that still pulsed between us, a bond he had treated like a disease."You're a hybrid, Scarlett," he growled, his voice a low vibration that rattled my bones. "Unstable. Unpredictable. You have the rage of a wolf and the volatility of a witch. You’ve been pu

Scarlett's POV The morning light felt like an interrogation. I woke up with the image of those silver eyes burned into my retinas, the cold dread from the previous night still clinging to my skin like a damp shroud. I didn't sleep, I simply existed in a state of hyper vigilance, listening to every creak of the floorboards, every rustle of the wind against the glass. By the time I dragged myself out of bed and dressed for work, the anxiety had settled into a dull, throbbing ache in my temples.Walking to the pub felt different today. The air was thick, not with the usual scent of pine and damp earth, but with something sharper, judgment. As I entered the town center, I noticed the shift. The "Others", the warlocks, the stray shifters, the fringes of society that usually treated me with a mixture of curiosity and kinship, were acting strange.A group of warlocks standing near the apothecary stopped their conversation mid sentence as I passed. Their eyes didn't just glance at me, they l

Scarlett's POV I stood frozen, the image of the Pack Hunter, that scarred, ash eyed ghost, seared into my mind. The air felt thin, cold, and suffocating. The realization that I had already been marked, that the predator was already circling my apartment, turned my blood to ice. I was no longer just a social pariah or a debt ridden hybrid, I was prey.I looked at Arlo. He was watching me, his expression unreadable, though there was a flicker of something, satisfaction, perhaps, or a grim sense of necessity, in his amber eyes. He knew exactly how this revelation would affect me. He had just handed me a death sentence and then offered to be the only one who could commute it.I let out a shaky breath, my shoulders sagging. The defiance I had tried to maintain for the last hour was crumbling under the weight of sheer terror. I was in a tough spot, no, I was in a grave, and the dirt was already falling on my face."Why?" I whispered, the word barely audible. I stepped closer to him, my ey

Scarlett's POV The air in the healer’s sanctuary felt heavy, as if the very walls were saturated with the weight of the death sentence I had just received. I remained on the cot, staring at the ceiling, the number one year looping in my mind like a broken record. A year to live, or a year to beg for a mark from a man who looked at me as if I were a smudge of dirt on an otherwise pristine floor.The healer sighed, her expression softening just a fraction as she moved toward a shelf lined with amber glass bottles and bundles of drying roots. She selected three small vials, each containing a shimmering, iridescent liquid that looked like liquefied moonlight."These are not a cure," she said, her voice echoing in the sterile silence. "They are stabilizers. They will bolster your energy, mask the tremors in your hands, and keep your wolf from starving for a while. They will give you the strength to keep walking, but they will not stop the decay."I reached out, my fingers trembling as I t