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She picked it up and was about to keep it on the shelf when the title caught her attention. “Life of the Supernatural World,” Saraya read and paused. She stared at the book for a long moment before sitting on the floor and folding her legs beneath her. She started reading without realizing how much time passed. The book was about all supernatural kinds — vampires, werewolves, fairies, witches, demons, etc. Saraya, who was reading about werewolves, recalled Raf telling her that he was the Hybrid King.

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“Because if I used this towel on your perfect little pussy right now, I’d lick you clean, and I refuse to do that when you’re high.” Aria’s sensual lips parted, a breathy little exhale leaving her throat that caused his cock to stir again. Finally, she grabbed the towel and cleaned herself off, but the scent of her climax still lingered in the room like his own aphrodisiac. “Can you at least sleep beside me?” Her eyelids began to flutter closed again, the effects of his venom finally consuming her. She’d sleep for a day or two, and when she awoke, he’d debate telling her another piece of life-altering news.

France. Mrs. France scanned the book. Page-by-page, until she stopped and read the words silently before translating their meaning to Aria. She looked up at Aria with hopeful eyes. "With the full moon and the alpha's blood running in your veins, there is no doubt you will survive this," she said. "But, I need to warn you," Mrs. France said, closing the book after getting the information they needed. "Becoming a hybrid is contaminating your pure blood. You will be an abomination of your kind."

Why didn’t I want Daryl to hurt him? “Come Aria, let me take you home?” Ryan holds a hand out towards me. “You don’t belong here Aria. You are not one of them!” “A wolf? Of course she is!” Elijah growls from behind me, stepping out around me. “But she isn’t is she, or maybe you do not know Elijah. You see this girl standing in front of you. She is neither a wolf nor a vampire. In fact she is a combination of the two, a pure Hybrid, just like myself!”

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She grabs them out of the rose garden and runs through the hallways. “But, m-my queen—you shouldn’t be running. This is---“ “With me, I’ll make sure the two of you will always be happy!” Aria smiles at them with determination on her face. She has decided. She will change her fate –the fate of crossbreeds and the system of the new Utopia. Just like what she has read about the archaeon book, she has decided to bring things back to where it all begins…

She cleaned them gently, spreading the sharp-smelling salve. “You’re not afraid of me,” I observed. Aria met my eyes briefly. “Should I be?” “Most wolves are.” “I’m not a wolf.” After a brief pause, she shrugged, tying off a fresh bandage. “I’ve never seen a hybrid before, only heard stories. You don’t look like the monsters they describe.” I almost laughed. “Give it time.” She smiled but said nothing for a while. She wrapped the wound carefully. “You should rest after you eat.”

_Aria's POV_ When I woke up the next morning, for a few seconds I forgot where I was. I stared at the unfamiliar ceiling above me and blinked several times. The bed beneath me was soft and warm sunlight poured through the large windows. Then everything came rushing back; the rejection, running away and the rogues. A sigh escaped my lips. I slowly sat up and pulled the blanket tighter around myself. The room was quiet. No one was banging on my door. No one was yelling my name. No one was demanding that I do chores before breakfast.