Rejected Hybrid

Dear granddaughter,

It is absolutely astonishing that you came into this world as a one-of-a-kind combination of a vampire and a werewolf. Your mere existence is nothing less than a miracle. Considering how exceptionally rare, it is for these two mystical creatures to come together and create offspring.

The only logical explanation that comes to mind. Is that your mother possesses more human characteristics than vampire qualities? You should wholeheartedly embrace your extraordinary nature and harness it to your advantage. With your inherent potential, you can become an influential and formidable presence in the realm of the supernatural.

Stand out from the crowd with your mesmerizing pure silver eyes, a unique feature that sets you apart from everyone else. These captivating eyes not only make heads turn in any gathering, but they also grant you an advantage in the dark, allowing you to see better than most. While they may be sensitive to light, this sensitivity is a small price to pay for the extraordinary abilities they provide.

Not only are your eyes a remarkable trait, but your climbing and speed skills are also enhanced, making you a force to be reckoned with. Embrace the power that comes with this extraordinary combination. Of vampire and werewolf blood coursing through your veins. From the moment you were born. These two mystical entities intertwined, resulting in a mesmerizing blend of colors that defines your very essence.

Your existence is a testament to the extraordinary and the supernatural. Embrace your uniqueness and let it shine in every aspect of your life. With your pure silver eyes, enhanced vision in the dark. And heightened climbing and speed skills, you possess a combination of traits that make you truly exceptional. Embrace your inner vampire and werewolf, for they are the source of your captivating essence. Let the world marvel at the extraordinary being that you are.

Life can be tough, and it's easy to feel overwhelmed by the challenges that come our way. But don't worry because, as the queen of the vampire realm, I understand the struggles you may face. Unfortunately, because of the strained relationship between our domains. I cannot venture into werewolf territory. However, please know that my absence does not mean I'm not concerned about your safety and happiness.

Remember that I am always here for you, even if I can't be physically present. You can always reach out to me for help, and I will do everything in my power to help you overcome any obstacles that come your way. So don't hesitate to call on me whenever you need support or guidance. Together, we can face any challenge and emerge stronger than ever before.

As soon as you begin on your training journey and master the art of transitioning between your two forms. Your parents will entrust me with the responsibility of honing your telepathic abilities. Our communication will transcend physical barriers and become incredibly smooth and effective. Enabling us to stay connected, regardless of where we are. Your wolf form, known as the omega, possesses remarkable attributes such as towering height and immense strength.

These exceptional qualities surpass those of other omegas and even most betas. The secret behind this extraordinary power lies in your vampire lineage, which distinguishes you from the rest and makes you truly unique.

Fortunately, you have the option to keep your blood cravings concealed by consuming meals in your wolf form. As the raw food will satisfy your vampire side without arousing suspicion. Alternatively, your parents can provide you with blood bags that can be discreetly disposed of through burning, ensuring that no one discovers your secret. It is crucial to emphasize that under no circumstances should you drink from anyone. Unless they are your mate, as this act of biting during intimate moments is how vampires establish a lifelong bond.

Unfortunately, because of your uniqueness; it can sometimes make others fearful and lead to instances of bullying and harassment. It is truly disheartening that society often pressures individuals to conform to a specific mold. However, it is crucial to recognize that you hold a superior position in this world, one that others may struggle to understand. While conflicts may arise, it is vital for you to confidently assert yourself and defend your worth whenever the opportunity arises. Stand tall and let your uniqueness shine, for it is what sets you apart from the rest.

In the vampire realm, you hold a unique and esteemed position as a hybrid princess. Your presence is highly valued and respected by the entire vampire kingdom, as you possess a status that sets you apart from others. We take great pride in having you as a part of our society, recognizing the influence and significance you bring. It is important to remember that despite your elevated status, there may be individuals who will try to exploit you for their own gain.

Therefore, it is crucial to remain vigilant and cautious in your interactions.

As you navigate through your journey, finding your mate or mates will only serve to strengthen and amplify your abilities. By forming a bond with your chosen partners, you will draw upon each other's unique talents and skills, creating a formidable force. This unity will enhance your personal strength and contribute to the overall power of our kingdom.

Looking towards the future, your potential to inherit and govern our kingdom is immense. The responsibility that lies ahead is great, but we have complete faith in your abilities. When the time comes, you and your chosen partner(s) will undoubtedly become remarkable leaders, guiding our kingdom with wisdom and grace. Your leadership will shape the destiny of our vampire realm, and we are confident that you will rise to the occasion and fulfill your destiny as a genuine leader.

We are truly privileged to have the honor of having a princess as talented and capable as you are among us. Your remarkable abilities and potential are bound to lead you to significant accomplishments in the years to come. With your exceptional intelligence, unwavering strength, and relentless determination. There are no limits to what you can achieve. The vampire kingdom is truly fortunate to count on you as one of our own.

It is of utmost importance that you receive exclusive training from your father. As it will play a vital role in honing your skills and teaching you how to defend yourself without resorting to lethal force unless absolutely necessary. Strengthening yourself is not only crucial for your physical well-being. But also for your mental preparedness to overcome any obstacles that may come your way. It is imperative that you keep your skills and abilities concealed from others. Particularly within the vampire and werewolf communities, as this will ensure your safety and security. By focusing on building your strength and resilience, you will be better equipped to face any challenges that may arise.

However, it is essential to remember that discretion is key when it comes to revealing your abilities. Only share them when absolutely necessary, as this will help you maintain a low profile and avoid attracting unwanted attention. By prioritizing strength, adaptability, and discretion. You can ensure your success in both the vampire and werewolf realms. These qualities will prepare you for any situation and keep you safe and secure in the face of potential threats.

Never underestimate your capabilities and potential. Your heritage and the unwavering love and support from your parents. Will serve as a constant source of guidance and inspiration as you embark on your journey to becoming a powerful and influential leader. Embrace your unique identity and recognize the incredible potential you possess to make a positive impact in both realms. With your remarkable abilities and the support of your loved ones. There is no doubt that you will leave a lasting legacy and shape the future of the vampire and werewolf communities.

You have the potential to be the one spoken of in legends, the one who can bring our two worlds together. By uniting them, we can work towards a common goal and stand together instead of against each other. Believe in yourself and your capabilities, even if you stumble along the way. Your destiny is to achieve greatness, and those in your life will be lucky to have you as a companion, partner, or family member. And if they don't recognize your worth, they will fall as you rise to the top.

With love,

Grandma

With a sense of accomplishment, she gently places her pen on the desk and carefully folds the letter, ensuring its neatness. Sliding it into the awaiting envelope, she seals it with a purposeful press. Looking up, she instructs, "Please, take this to Alpha Neo's pack and emphasize the importance of keeping this letter safe for Skyler until she arrives. It holds crucial information." Her voice carries conviction, leaving no room for doubt.

"Of course, your highness, I shall personally take care of it," Alaric assures with unwavering loyalty. Before swiftly departing to fulfill the task at hand.

With a heavy sigh, I lean back in my chair, desperately praying that the ominous prophecy doesn't come to pass, for the fate of our world rests in the hands of my beloved granddaughter. I can only hope that she receives the crucial letter in time, unlocking the secrets that have been concealed for so long, and gaining the knowledge she needs to navigate the treacherous path that lies ahead.

"Your highness, what course of action shall we pursue?" inquires one of her loyal coven members.

"It is with a heavy heart. That we find ourselves in a position where all we can do is patiently wait. And fervently hope that she possesses the strength and resilience to confront the challenges that lie ahead. The weight of uncertainty hangs in the air as we acknowledge our limited control over the situation."

"But we must trust in her abilities and believe that she will navigate through the impending obstacles with grace and determination. In this moment of helplessness, we can only offer our unwavering support; be there for her every step of the way, knowing that her resilience will shine through and guide her towards a brighter future." I sigh heavily at what feels like the weight of the world on my shoulders.

"Your highness, I have ensured that your letter has been successfully delivered and securely kept in their possession," my assassin Alaric informs me as he enters the room.

"Alaric, I express my gratitude to you. I hope that Neo will soon understand and agree with our perspective. So that she can begin her training with me with no delay," I mention, gazing out of the window.

Skyler's POV

"Skyler, come on, you don't want to be late for school," Mom's voice echoes urgently from downstairs, the sound of her hand hitting a metal object reverberating through the entire house. It's as if she's unaware of the discomfort it causes in both mine and dad's ears, or perhaps she intentionally does it to grab our attention. Either way, she knows how to make sure we're all aware of the time and the importance of being punctual for school."

"Mom, I'll be there in a minute!" I shout in response, dragging myself out of bed and making my way towards the closet with a slight groan. My tired eyes scan through the clothes hanging in my wardrobe until they settle on a pair of soft black leggings and a loose-fitting shirt. Opting for comfort over style, I quickly change into this cozy ensemble, reminding myself that there's no need to impress anyone today. After a quick detour to the bathroom, where I brush my hair and effortlessly tie it up into a neat bun, ready to start the day.

School has become a place of dread for me due to the constant ridicule and mistreatment I receive simply because I don't fit the mold of what is considered "normal." My body type and skin color have become a source of mockery and it's disheartening to feel like I can't be accepted for who I am. Despite my efforts to fit in, I've come to the realization that conforming to the expectations of others is not worth sacrificing my own identity and self-worth. The cruel jokes and physical bullying have taken a toll on me and it's time for a change.

The relentless bullying they subject me to stems from their inability to accept my unique silver eyes, which are exceptionally sensitive to light and require me to wear sunglasses. Additionally, my skin tone, which is noticeably lighter than theirs, seems to be a constant source of discomfort for them. However, despite the hurtful treatment I endure, I choose to embrace my differences as they are what make me truly special. I refuse to allow their negativity to define who I am and instead, I strive to rise above their hurtful actions.

"Good morning, sweetheart. I hope you had a restful night," Dad greets me with a gentle kiss on my forehead.

Smiling at him, "Yes, I slept good. But why do I have to go back to this school? Everyone hates me and always hurts me!"

"Why do you say that, young lady?" Mom says, while glaring at me.

"Oh, I have no friends. I am made fun of, slammed into lockers, or beat up on." I whine.

"Did you speak with the Principal or the Alpha?" Dad inquires, his tone laced with anger.

"It's sad to admit, but I've lost faith in the principal. Every time something goes wrong, he's quick to point the finger at me, making me feel like it's always my fault. The thought of going to the Alpha only fills me with dread. Because I know they'll single me out and make me more of a target for their relentless scrutiny." I confess with tears in my eyes.

"If it gets worse, you need to say something to me and I will step in. You are my only daughter and no one gets away with hurting you!" dad exclaims, slamming his fist on the table, making me and mom jump.

"Ok, hurry and eat before you leave for school. I also packed you a lunch with fresh rabbit and strawberries." Mom says, smiling.

As I approach the refrigerator, my hand instinctively reaches for a blood bag, knowing that I need to warm it up in the microwave to make it more palatable. The chilling temperature of the blood is simply unappetizing, and I can't afford to let anyone catch a glimpse of my peculiar craving. In a hurry, I devour the blood, ensuring not a single drop is wasted, and discreetly dispose of the empty bag in a grocery bag. To maintain the secrecy of my unusual desire, I entrust the task of safely disposing the evidence to my mother, who remains oblivious to my mysterious yearning.

Just as I grab my bookbag to make the walk to school, dad stands up and hugs me before saying, "Remember, we have training this evening, so be home before dark."

"Sure, dad. I'm well aware of that, and I make it a point to be home right after school. I mean, why would I want to stay late, anyway? It's not like I have a bunch of friends waiting for me to hang out and cause trouble together," I say with a hint of sarcasm in my voice.

"I love you guys, and please don't do anything I wouldn't do." I say with a smirk. Because how else did they make me?

I stride purposefully towards the hallway, I swiftly snatch my trusty tennis shoes and settle down on the bench, eagerly preparing to slip them on. Once I've meticulously laced them up, I effortlessly slide into my jacket, embracing its comforting warmth, before finally hoisting my book bag onto my back.

Stepping out into the world, I'm instantly captivated by the breathtaking expanse of the sky and the harmonious symphony of birdsong. However, amidst the serene ambiance, an unsettling feeling of apprehension creeps over me, as I reluctantly make my way towards school, fully aware that I might encounter the formidable "bitch squad".

The clique referred to as the "Bitch Squad" is comprised of women who are convinced that they have a shot with our alpha. They have a tendency to nitpick and gripe about anything and everything. It's almost as if they are unable to cope with the idea of someone else wearing the same clothes as them or even being in close proximity. They behave as though they might contract an infectious illness simply by sharing the same air.

As I approach the school, my heart skips a beat when a car zooms towards me, causing me to jump in surprise. And wouldn't you believe it? Right on time, the infamous "bitch squad" appears out of nowhere. Without any warning, they roll down their windows and maliciously throw their drinks at me before speeding off, leaving me completely soaked in a sticky mixture of coffee and soda. Just as I attempt to wipe my face clean, a faint scent of blood reaches my nostrils, causing me to let out a frustrated sigh. Is it too much to ask for a day without any mishaps or injuries?

Do you ever find yourself constantly having to bring spare clothes to school or keeping them in your locker? It seems like I'm always changing my outfit multiple times a day because the popular kids and the mean girls always manage to ruin my clothes. They tear them, spill things on me, or even spray me with their preferred fragrance, claiming it's better than my natural scent. It's incredibly frustrating, and I can't help but wonder if there are others who experience the same thing.

Skyler's POV

From the early years of my life, I have been consistently taught about the significance of advocating for our fellow pack members and protecting them under any circumstances. Nevertheless, my own journey has unfolded in a contrasting manner. Despite being a part of this pack since birth and growing up within its confines, I have perpetually sensed a sense of detachment, as if I am not truly a part of it.

I deeply regret the lack of control I have over my own life. Greetings, I am known as Skyler, a seventeen-year-old individual who possesses the unique ability to transform into a werewolf. I possess an unquenchable thirst for the thrill of the hunt and the taste of fresh blood. My appearance is characterized by my brown hair and captivating silver eyes, which often necessitate the use of sunglasses to shield myself from the painful rays of sunlight. Additionally, I must navigate the challenges posed by the Jocks and the notorious "Bitch Squad" on a daily basis. As my story unfolds, you will become acquainted with these individuals and the impact they have on my life.

As an omega with a fair complexion, I have faced the unfortunate reality of being perceived as weak by my pack, The Wild Rose Pack. Despite my parents holding the esteemed positions of Beta, our Alpha, Mason, is a formidable force in his shifted form, known as Daemon, a fierce black wolf.

Upon my arrival at the school, I head straight to the office to retrieve my class schedule for the upcoming academic year. Having attended the open house with my parents, I had already taken care of my locker and stocked it with extra clothing, so I was well-prepared for the start of the school year.

As I approached the office door, I gave it a light knock. The secretary's voice came from inside. "Please come in." I stepped inside and made my way to her desk.

"Excuse me," I said politely. "I was wondering if I could get a copy of my class schedule?" The secretary smiled and pulled up the schedule on her computer, printing out a copy for me.

How amazing! My day is jam-packed with interesting subjects, starting with government class and followed by history. After that, I get a well-deserved break for lunch before immersing myself in the world of algebra and creative writing. And to top it all off, I have a study hall at the end of the day. This study hall is like a sanctuary for me, providing the ideal chance to relax and unwind from the chaos and commotion of the day if I ever feel the need to.

As soon as I reach my locker, I'm forcefully pushed into it, my face taking the brunt of the impact. "Hey, watch where you're going, you freak!" one jock mocks, a sneer etched on his face.

"Maybe if you didn't have your head so far up your ass. You wouldn't have run into me in the first place." I say with a pissed off look.

"What did you just say to me, you freak?" he says angrily, approaching me, raising his fist.

"I said..." being cut off by a classroom door opening and a teacher looking at us.

"What's going on out here? You are supposed to be getting to class." A teacher says, standing in their doorway.

"Nothing, just saying good morning to Skyler," the jock says, smiling at the teacher as he elbows my shoulder, causing me to push against the lockers.

Once they depart, I promptly gather up all of my personal items and securely store them in my locker, with the exception of the necessary textbooks for my morning classes. Following that, I swiftly retrieve a spare set of clothing and hurriedly make my way to the restroom to change. Without a moment to spare, I efficiently pack the used garments into a bag and tuck it neatly inside my backpack before heading off to my government class.

As I enter the classroom, a sense of relief washes over me as the bell rings right on cue. To my surprise, I managed to arrive on time, avoiding the usual rush and panic. My eyes quickly scan the room, searching for an available seat, and I spot one at the back. With a sense of determination, I confidently make my way towards it, ready to start the day's lessons.

After I take my seat, I can't help but feel the weight of everyone's eyes on me. It's not until I settle in that I realize they've all moved their desks away from mine, leaving a noticeable gap between us. The sudden shift in atmosphere is palpable, and I can't help but wonder what I've done to deserve such treatment. It's not until the teacher enters the room that I realize this is going to be a long and uncomfortable class.

"Good morning, class. I am professor Lincoln and I will be teaching you about the werewolf government this quarter." He says while looking around the classroom.

"Does anyone care to explain why my desks are moved from their spots?" He asks with an eyebrow raised.

"Yes, professor. No one wants to sit by the freak. We might catch something." "Bitch Squad," leader Samantha says with a smirk.

"Well, since you are so kind to offer, Samantha. You and Skyler are partners for the rest of the quarter. Now go sit by your partner." Professor Lincoln demands.

"But Sir!" she whines while looking at me with daggers in her eyes.

"Don't you, Sir me! Now move!" He yells in frustration, running his hand through his hair.

"Does anyone else have any thoughts or feedback they'd like to share? Or should we move forward with introducing ourselves and distributing the syllabus for this quarter?"

In the absence of any response, he decides to change his course of action and retrieves the syllabus, ensuring that every individual receives a copy. Unfortunately, I find myself being the last person to receive it, and to my dismay, it is handed to me in a crumpled state, as if it had been rolled into a tight ball.

The weight of frustration settles heavily on my shoulders as I realize that Samantha will be my partner at school. I can already foresee the endless torment and misery that awaits me, and I can't help but feel a sense of hopelessness. It seems like fate has a twisted plan for me, and I can't escape the feeling of dread that lingers in the air.

We all rise from our seats, introducing ourselves individually. Before settling back down to review the syllabus and jot down important notes. As the bell signals the end of the class, I lean back and let out a sigh, patiently waiting for everyone to exit before I do.

Just as soon as the last student exits the room, I rise from my seat and effortlessly hoist my backpack onto my shoulder. I then proceed to exit the classroom and make my way towards my next destination, which happens to be history class. Yay, me because school doesn't suck enough. I have to go to a boring ass class that the teacher makes you want to sleep.