THE CHOSEN HYBRID

Orlane's Perspective:

"Orlane! Get your lazy backside over here and clean up this mess!" the wolf growled, its gaze fixed on me. The rest of the pack chuckled, their eyes glinting with amusement.

Their once-idyllic picnic had descended into chaos, with discarded wrappers, empty shells, and leftover food strewn across the grass like confetti. Despite the proximity of the trash receptacle, the wolves had apparently deemed it too inconvenient to dispose of their refuse, leaving me with the unenviable task of cleaning up their mess.

I had just spent an hour scrubbing gum from the meeting room steps, leaving my back and waist aching.

Sighing deeply, I retrieved a broom and approached the wolves, only to realize that most of their garbage lay beyond the broom's reach.

"Hey, could you at least stop spitting the shells on the grass? It's hard to sweep that way," I said, struggling to contain my annoyance.

"Don't sweep it, then. Pick it up with your hands," retorted a she-wolf, crossing her legs and flicking another nutt shell onto the grass, landing it squarely at my feet.

Another she-wolf filled a plate with nuts and smirked at me. "Don't mind her complaints. She can't disobey our orders anyway."

"In that case, I'm leaving," I declared, dropping the broom and turning to walk away.

"How dare you speak back? Who do you think you are?" snarled a she-wolf, blocking my path and dousing my face with soda. The liquid soaked through my clothes, leaving me shivering.

"Do your job and clean up this mess! Or you'll face the consequences when I report your insolence to the Alpha!"

It took every ounce of self-control not to impale them with the broom. Yet, they spoke the truth. Who was I to defy them? I was a mere orphan, adopted by the Claws and blood pack. My only purpose was to serve them as a slave, with no rights or status.

All the other werewolves held a higher rank than me, giving them the authority to command, scold, and even beat me without fear of reprisal.

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My heritage was a perilous paradox. Born from the forbidden union of a vampire father and a werewolf mother, I was a hybrid-an outcast in both worlds. My existence was a constant threat, and if my true nature were revealed, I would face a merciless hunt from both species.

To safeguard my life, my parents sought the aid of a powerful wizard, who cast a spell to conceal my true self. To the unsuspecting eye, I appeared as nothing more than an ordinary Omega.

We found refuge in the secluded embrace of the forest, but our fragile peace was shattered one fateful day when our sanctuary was besieged by a horde of Alphas and their loyal followers. My father fought with unwavering courage in the narrow confines of our humble abode, while my mother guided me to a secret escape route.

As I cried and begged to take my parents with me, my mother held me close, her eyes filled with fear and anguish.

"Orlane, my love, you must listen carefully and remember my words. Your father foresaw your destiny. Your life will be filled with challenges and danger because of what you are, but you must endure them. You will grow into a powerful hybrid, with the strength to change the world. However, beware: a formidable enemy desires your power. He will hunt you relentlessly."

My mother's voice was cut off by approaching footsteps. With a trembling hand, she silenced me and hugged me tightly, holding me close as if she feared she might never see me again.

Orlane's desperate flight led her to a concealed vantage point, where she witnessed the horrifying spectacle unfolding within her home. Through the window, she watched in mute terror as the masked Alphas subdued her parents, her cries stifled by a trembling hand over her mouth.

As the Alphas advanced on her fallen parents, their claws glinting menacingly, Orlane's world shattered. The vibrant red of their blood staining the carpet seared itself into her memory, a haunting reminder of the tragedy that had befallen her family.

Fear propelled Orlane into the darkness, her tears mingling with the relentless downpour. The path beneath her feet was treacherous, and she stumbled repeatedly, her body battered and bruised. Yet, fueled by an indomitable spirit, she pressed on, her rhythm faltering but her resolve unwavering.

Hours turned into an eternity as she ran blindly through the unforgiving night. Exhaustion gnawed at her limbs, slowing her pace. Darkness enveloped her vision, making each step a perilous gamble. Finally, she collapsed to the rain-soaked ground, unconsciousness claiming her weary body.

Upon awakening, Orlane found herself within the confines of the Claws and blood pack. Her father's prophetic words echoed in her mind, a cruel reminder of the destiny that awaited her. Yet, as she toiled away in servitude, her dreams of changing the world seemed like a distant fantasy.

The man who had sheltered her, Alpha Ryan Harris, was the perpetrator of her parents' murder, a revelation that filled her with loathing. Bound by her weakness, she endured the torment of living under the same roof as her tormentor, her love for his son, Colby, a bittersweet irony.

As her birthday approached, marking her passage into adulthood, Orlane clung to a glimmer of hope. She had endured years of misery, but her spirit remained unbroken. The sun began its descent as the wolves departed from their picnic, leaving Orlane to gather the remnants of their feast.

Stretching her aching body, she noticed Alpha Ryan approaching, his arrogant demeanor unchanged. As she carefully placed her bucket of dirty water on the porch, he carelessly knocked it over, the water spilling across the ground.

"Who placed this accursed bucket here?" Ryan cursed, leaping onto the dry ground to protect his pristine trousers.

Orlane's heart sank as she stammered an apology, her voice trembling with fear and resentment.

As I rushed to retrieve the bucket and place it back on my head, I couldn't help but feel a surge of frustration. I had been diligently cleaning the steps of the corridor, and the bucket had been left there for a reason. Its size rendered it impossible to miss, yet Ryan had somehow managed to stumble upon it.

Of course, he would never admit to his own carelessness. As our Alpha, he believed himself above reproach.

Ryan's expression contorted into a frown of disgust. He refrained from unleashing his anger upon me, for I was but an orphan, a slave. Striking me would have been beneath his dignity.

"Clean this mess immediately. We have guests arriving soon," he commanded impatiently.

With that, he turned and left, not even affording me a glance. I felt like a mere speck of dust, unworthy of his attention.

My body grew heavy with weariness as I gazed down at the floor, now soaked with dirty water. The task of cleaning it would consume more than an hour, meaning I would likely miss dinner.

But such was my fate. At least I could count on Colby to discreetly provide me with sustenance. Colby was Ryan's son, the future Alpha of the Claws and blood pack. He was the only soul who treated me with kindness.

As a child, when I was newly adopted into the pack, I faced incessant torment from the other children. Colby, however, stood up for me, defending me against their cruelty.

Despite his status as the Alpha's son, he spent much of his time with me, offering solace and companionship. As he grew older, he gifted me with pens, paper, and books, fostering my thirst for knowledge.

At the tender age of sixteen, Colby confessed his love for me, expressing his hope that the Goddess of the Moon would unite us as companions. He vowed that even if fate had other plans, he would choose me as his companion when the time came.

His words ignited a flame of hope within me, filling me with a sense of belonging. I believed wholeheartedly that I could be Colby's companion.

It was one of the primary reasons I remained in this oppressive environment. Despite the discrimination I endured as an orphan, Colby promised to rectify the situation once he became Alpha.

He assured me that we could make our relationship public once I reached maturity. My heart swelled with love for Colby, his memory invigorating me amidst my arduous task.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting an ethereal glow upon the room, my gaze fell upon a glimmering object in the corner. Curiosity compelled me to investigate, and I discovered a bracelet covered in dust.

It appeared to have been lying there for an eternity, so I picked it up and brushed away the grime. Gradually, I realized that it was the very bracelet I had given Colby for his birthday the previous year.

With limited funds at my disposal, I had assembled colorful stones from the river, drilling and polishing them meticulously to create an elegant adornment. Despite the blisters that marred my hands, I had been immensely proud of my creation.

I had believed that Colby would cherish the bracelet, knowing that it was handmade with love specifically for him. He had indeed expressed joy upon receiving it, but I had never seen it adorn his wrist since.

Now, I realized that the bracelet had been here all along, gathering dust in a forgotten corner. His negligence was a constant source of frustration for me. He had likely misplaced it and neglected to inform me out of fear of my anger.

I slipped the bracelet into my pocket, vowing to return it to Colby at our next encounter.

With the cleaning of the porch complete, I made my way to the meeting room. Guests were beginning to arrive, and the atmosphere was abuzz with anticipation.

Ryan and Donna occupied the stage, facing the expectant crowd. It was clear that they were about to make an important announcement. Tyler puffed out his chest and raised his voice.

"Ladies and gentlemen, good evening. We are honored by your presence. Our family has some exciting news to share with you today...By the grace of the Moon Goddess, a sacred bond has been forged between Colby Harris and Chloe Song, the esteemed daughter of Alpha Yann Song. Their union as companions shall be celebrated with an imminent mating ceremony."

"In a momentous turn of events, Colby shall ascend to the throne as Alpha of the Claws and Blood pack, upon the completion of their sacred rites. His leadership will usher in a new era for the pack, guided by the wisdom of the Moon Goddess. Colby's reign promises to be one of prosperity and unity, as he embraces the legacy of his ancestors while forging a path towards a brighter future. The pack eagerly anticipates the transformative leadership that Colby and Chloe will provide, ensuring the continued strength and prosperity of the Claws and Blood pack."