The Alpha's Hybrid Bride

Rebecca's POV

"I will cut out your tongue if you reject me!" Leon roared in my face. I took a step back, heart hammering as I stared at him. Who was this monster? "You think you can just walk away from me, Rebecca?" He advanced, swallowing the space between us in a heartbeat. His hand clamped around my throat, the pressure stealing my breath. His gaze blazed as he looked me over, eyes seething with something I hadn't seen in him before. "You will be my wife today, even if it kills you." A chill ran through me. It already had, I thought to myself. I was supposed to be dead. I should have been dead, but somehow, I was here-back in the moment that sealed my fate. His fingers tightened, sending a wave of cold sweat across my skin. "No one else would want a hybrid bitch like you, so be grateful." "If I'm just a hybrid bitch," I managed, forcing my voice steady, "why marry me? I know it's Diane you really want." He froze. "Diane is your best friend," he said, as if I didn't already know. "And the woman you're sleeping with," I replied, my tone flat. His face twisted, and I saw his closed fist too late. Pain exploded across my jaw, sending me to the floor in a daze. Blood filled my mouth, dripping down onto my wedding dress. Stars danced before my eyes. "You're marrying me," he growled, voice low and furious. "Or I'll kill you-and trust me, no one would care what happens to an abomination like you." He would kill me, just like he did last time. But that was before-before I was reborn, given this second chance to rewrite the past. This time, I'd be the one to walk away. --- "It's been five years," I said, trying to keep the edge out of my voice. "I've served Silvercreek all those years, alongside you, as Luna. But I'm still not recognized as Luna." Elder Erwin scowled, the lines of his face deepening. "A half-witch hybrid should know her place." I looked to Leon, hoping-desperately-that he'd defend me. But he remained silent, his gaze cold. "Alpha Leon?" I pressed, my voice barely a whisper. He raised a brow, shrugging. "What do you want me to say?" His tone was sharp. "The elders are right. Instead of being greedy, maybe you should be grateful for all I've given you." I swallowed the hurt, forcing my face into a mask of calm. This was the man I had served beside, whose pack I had poured my own resources into strengthening and expanding. I knew then what I had to do. "I want out," I said quietly. "Alpha Leon, I want a divorce." Silence fell. Then he barked a laugh, as if I'd just told him some absurd joke. "What the hell are you talking about? A divorce?" I nodded, pulling out a manila envelope from my bag and sliding it across the table to him. "I've already signed. You just need to add your name." He blinked at the papers, shock flickering across his face before his expression hardened. "What kind of childish stunt is this?" he sneered. "You think you can throw around divorce papers to get what you want?" I held his gaze, keeping my voice even. "This isn't about pressuring you, Leon. I'm serious. I'm not that naive girl anymore, thinking I could win respect just by working hard. This marriage-" I paused, steadying myself, "-means nothing if I'm still just a tool to you." He stared, his face tightening. "You're my wife, Rebecca," he said coldly. "There's no divorce." "Not for long." My heart ached, but I didn't back down. "Sign the papers." A flicker of something-remorse?-crossed his face before it vanished. He nodded to the elders. "Leave us." "Alpha, she's bluffing," Elder Erwin insisted. "Leave," Leon repeated, voice hard. One by one, the elders filed out, casting me dark glances until it was just the two of us. Leon's piercing eyes pinned me to my seat. His silence was like a weight pressing down on me. Then he broke it, turning to a drawer and pulling out a heavy file, bound in leather. He tossed it onto the table in front of me. "You think I wouldn't make you Luna?" he sneered, pushing it toward me. "I was waiting for your birthday." I blinked, speechless. Seeing my hesitation, Leon scoffed. "Still don't believe me?" Before I could respond, the door opened. Diane entered, her expression twisting in mock disappointment. "Well, so much for the birthday surprise," she pouted, carrying a tray with champagne glasses. She set it down and wrapped me in a warm hug, whispering, "Congratulations." I returned her embrace, guilt knotting in my chest. I'd been ready to walk away, and they'd been planning a surprise. "You guys wanted to surprise me?" I asked, still stunned. Leon held his glass up to me, his eyes unexpectedly soft. "I wanted to make sure you'd proven yourself to the pack first," he said, as if explaining something tender. "Then, on your birthday, we'd announce you as Luna." Diane raised her glass. "I suggested making it extra special," she added, beaming. "You deserve it." I looked up at Leon, tears pricking my eyes. "Thank you. I'm sorry-I thought you were ashamed of me." "Never, darling," he murmured. Warmth spread through me as I looked between them, the two people I trusted most. I raised my glass, clinking it softly against Leon's. The champagne was cool and sweet, and I took a long sip, steadying myself. "Now, Rebecca," Leon said, handing me a pen. "Sign it. Take your rightful place by my side." My heart raced as I picked up the pen. This was the moment I'd waited for. But something felt... off. I glanced at Diane, who was watching with an odd, almost smug smile. Shrugging it off, I pressed the pen to paper. But before I could sign, dizziness washed over me. My vision blurred, the edges darkening, and I stumbled, clutching the table. Leon's hand steadied me, his grip firm. "Feeling alright, darling?" he asked, voice mocking. "I... I'm fine." I tried to breathe, but my throat felt tight. A cough racked my chest, and blood filled my mouth, spilling over my lips. Pain lanced through my stomach, and I doubled over with a groan. "Leon..." Panic rose in my chest as he stepped back, his lips curling in a cruel smile. He crossed the room to stand beside Diane, slipping an arm around her waist. "Charlotte..." I gasped, my words choked with blood. "Leon?" Neither of them moved to help me as I fell to my knees, blood staining the floor. The room spun as I tried to speak, but my voice wouldn't come. "Look, honey," Diane laughed, "it's nothing personal. It's just time for you to go. You've served your purpose." "You're delusional, Rebecca," Leon added coldly. "A hybrid could never be my Luna. You should have realized that long ago. But instead, you threatened me with divorce papers." He shook his head, laughing. "You deserved this. It was a long time coming." My world shattered. The warmth of betrayal spread like ice through my veins. This had been a trap. They were together. They'd planned this. I was just a pawn to them. I tried to speak, to beg for mercy, but my throat closed, the pain unbearable. I clutched at my chest, gasping as my vision darkened. My gaze lifted to see them, my husband and my best friend, locked in an embrace as I lay dying on the floor, their laughter echoing in my ears. I reached out a hand, the last spark of hope dimming as darkness closed in. "If only I had known," I thought as I felt myself slipping away, "I'll come back for them. This time, they won't win."

Rebecca's POV

I had woken up just a few hours ago. Not in heaven, but to the day that I married him. I was determined not to let history repeat itself. Yet, I sat on the bed as Leon towered over me. "Keep an eye on her. I don't want her out of your sight. If she goes missing, you will be tried for treason." The guards went pale. "Yes, Your Majesty," they all echoed. His eyes fell on me, filled with fire. "Don't you even dare ruin today, or you're as good as dead." With that, he turned away and left. I sat on the bed, my heart sinking with each passing moment. Leon's orders were clear: I was trapped, a prisoner in the life I thought I could escape. His gaze burned into me as he left, his words echoing in my mind like a death sentence. *If you go missing, it's treason.* I stared out the window, the sun setting over the distant mountains, casting long shadows across the land. There was no way out. The guards watched me like hawks, their eyes unblinking, their silence suffocating. Every move I made was monitored, every breath a risk. I felt the familiar weight of despair pressing down on me. I had thought I'd been given a second chance, but now it felt like nothing more than a cruel joke. What was the point of trying to escape again when they had already sealed my fate? The thought of dying again-of failing again-was unbearable. Then, the door slammed open. Diane rushed in, her eyes wide with worry. "Rebecca, what's going on?" She sounded frantic, glancing between me and the guards. "Why is Leon acting like this? He is saying you're having cold feet." I couldn't speak at first. The betrayal that still burned in my chest was too fresh, too raw. Her words felt like they were coming from a stranger, the woman I once called my best friend now a shadow of the past. "Cut the crap," I said. "I know you're sleeping with him." I spat. She blinked, stunned. She ran to me, sitting beside me. I recoiled. "What is happening to you?" she whined. "How can you accuse me of something so heinous?" Her eyes were filled with fake hurt that just made me want to scream. "Don't bother acting. I know," I said again, my voice cold. "So give your false sympathy to someone else." She was quiet for a moment before she started laughing. She got up and started to clap. "I guess we underestimated you. Took you long enough." She turned to the guards. "Give us some privacy," she said. They nodded and obeyed. I could only stare at her. I felt numb to the betrayal suddenly. It should have hurt me for longer. She was my best friend, after all, but I had far bigger fish to fry. A fake friendship to my life-it was obvious where my priorities were. I just wanted to escape. I wanted to live. Diane's laughter filled the room, the sound sharp and grating against my already shattered nerves. She stopped clapping and stared at me with a twisted grin. "Well, well, Rebecca. Took you long enough to figure it out." Her voice was laced with mockery. "You were always so blind to what was right in front of you." I narrowed my eyes, my fists clenching at my sides. "You're just as twisted as he is." "Twisted?" Diane smirked, pacing in front of me. "You think I'm twisted? I'm just smarter than you. I always was." "Then why are you here?" I asked, my voice low but steady. "What, trying to play the concerned best friend?" Her smile faltered for a split second before returning, colder. "No, Rebecca. I'm here because I want to know-do you truly want to leave?" The question struck me like a slap. "Of course I do," I hissed, unable to hold back the rawness in my voice. "I want out of this hell. I don't care what it takes." She leaned in, her eyes gleaming. "Then I can help you." I froze, disbelief flooding my veins. "You? Help me?" She chuckled darkly. "Yes. You're right. I'll be the one he truly wants once you're gone. And if you leave, I'm free to take my place by his side. Think about it-this benefits both of us." I felt the blood drain from my face as her words sank in. "You'd really help me?" "I'm not doing it out of the kindness of my heart," she admitted with a shrug. "But if you leave, I get him. No more pretending. Just think about it-no more pretending. He will be mine. You'll be out, and I'll be the one by his side, for good." I stared at her, the shock paralyzing me. She was offering me an out, but there had to be a price somewhere. My trust in her had shattered completely. "You're a liar," I spat. "You think I believe you're just going to let me walk away? That you would really help me?" Diane's smile only widened. "It's your choice, Rebecca. But if you stay, nothing changes. You'll always be a tool, a hybrid nobody cares about." My breath caught in my throat. Could I really trust her? Should I? She didn't wait for an answer, already turning toward the door. "Think about it. I'll give you a way out. But you'll have to decide quickly." She turned around, and I felt my chance of escape slipping through my fingers. If I wanted to escape, I would have to do whatever it took. Even trust the bitch who would kill me five years from now. "Diane," I called. She stopped and turned around. "How will you do it? The guards-" "I will create a distraction," she replied easily. "And I will take you to a room with an underground passage. You can escape through there." "That is crazy," I whispered. It seemed too good to be true. "That it is," she replied with a shrug. I hesitated, but Diane's words were still echoing in my mind. I was running out of time. If I didn't take this chance, I'd be trapped forever. "Alright," I muttered, swallowing my pride. "I'll do it." She nodded, her grin widening. "Good. Wait here. I'll make sure the guards are distracted." Before I could say another word, she was gone. I sat there, tension coiling tighter in my chest, every second dragging by like an eternity. Suddenly, the room erupted in chaos. Screams filled the hallways. "Fire!" someone yelled. Panic spread like wildfire. There was a loud clamor outside the room. Was that the distraction? The guards were hesitant at first, but the panic grew, and smoke began spreading into the room. The shouting got louder, and suddenly, the two men rushed past the door, their attention diverted. Diane reappeared moments later, a bag in her hand. "Hurry," she said, pulling me to my feet. "This is our chance." We slipped through the halls, weaving through the chaos. The air was thick with panic, people shouting and running in every direction. Diane led the way, pulling me through the confusion. She finally reached a door, unlocked it quickly, and shoved me inside. The room was dark, and a lump formed in my throat. "Where is the-" But before I could move, I felt a sharp prick in my neck. The lights turned on. I gasped, spinning around to see Diane standing behind me, a syringe in her hand. "You thought I'd let you go?" She sneered, her eyes cold. "I am not done with you just yet. After this, you will have no dignity left. You will be nothing but a whore." The world tilted as the drug took hold, my knees buckling. "No..." I tried to speak, but my voice was barely a whisper. Diane stepped back, a cruel smile curling her lips. "You were never going to leave, Rebecca. Not until he was done with you. I please my man. I don't give him trouble." The room spun, my vision darkening as I crumpled to the floor. She left me there, my head spinning and my vision blurred. My body felt like lead. I could not get up. A strange heat pooled in my lower abdomen. What had she injected me with? It didn't matter. I had to get up despite it. I had to fight it. I forced myself up, my body screaming in protest. My body felt like stone, every movement a struggle against the drug's weight. The floor was spinning, my head pounding as I stumbled toward the door, desperate to escape. My vision blurred, my limbs shaky, but I couldn't stop now. I had to get out. But just as I reached the door, it swung open, and I stumbled straight into the arms of a stranger. His scent-dark, musky, and raw-hit me like a wave, overpowering everything. The ache inside me shifted, replaced with a heat I couldn't ignore. I clung to him, desperate, craving him in a way I couldn't explain. His grip tightened around me, and I realized, in a moment of clarity, that I had one last hope. I needed to be claimed by another. His aura was strong, commanding, and I needed that dominance, needed it to erase everything Leon had put me through. I kissed him, hard, urgent, my lips desperate against his. "Mark me," I breathed. "Please. Save me. Make me yours." To my shock, he kissed me back with even more heat, his hands pulling me closer, as if he was the one who needed me just as badly. The kiss deepened, fierce and wild, and I knew, deep down, this was my last chance. He pulled me to him, carrying me and wrapping my legs around his waist. He did not break our kiss, his tongue breaking through and dominating my mouth. I could not breathe, and I was not sure I wanted to. I arched against him, my arms around his neck, pulling him even closer. The last thing I heard before the overwhelming pleasure took me was my wedding dress ripping.

Rebecca's POV

"Oh my God, Rebecca!" someone yelled in horror, jolting me awake instantly. I sat up in bed and looked around. My stomach dropped when I saw the crowd of people in the room. All eyes were on me. "What have you done?" The person was Diane, who stood beside a murderous-looking Leon. I swallowed. What was all the chaos about? Then I looked down, and my blood ran cold. I was undressed. The only thing that covered me was the duvet. I was stark naked as everyone watched me, their expressions betraying their shock and disgust. I heard murmurs. I heard "slut," "whore," "bitch," but my eyes did not stray from the man whose gaze bore into me the most. "Leon-" "Everybody, out, NOW!" he ordered. No one needed to be told twice. I tried to scramble for words, but Leon's voice boomed, drowning out any attempt at explanation. "How dare you?" he snarled, his fists clenched at his sides. "You betrayed me-our bond, our trust-and for what? To sleep with another man?" He advanced on me, his rage palpable, every step like thunder in my ears. "You think this changes anything? You think I won't marry you? You will be mine, Rebecca. Even if I have to drag you to that altar kicking and screaming. You'll regret this, I promise you." My breath hitched as Diane's smug voice sliced through the tension. "But Leon, look." She pointed to my neck, and my stomach twisted in horror. Leon's gaze followed her finger to the fresh mark on my skin-the unmistakable imprint of a bite that I had asked for. It was a good thing the man was gone, or else he would be dead by now. But the realization hit Leon like a slap. "Who. The. Fuck." His voice cracked with fury. "You let someone mark you?" His eyes went wild, burning with hatred. "You let someone else claim you?" Before I could respond, his fist slammed into the wall beside me, the force making the room tremble. He turned on me, his rage now turned inward, and his words dripped with venom. "You've ruined everything, Rebecca. Now, I will make you pay. I'll take everything from you-your dignity, your pride, everything. I will show you what happens when you betray me." He stepped closer, his face twisted in fury. "You will live in hell, and I will be the one to make sure you never forget it." Diane's smirk widened as she watched him unravel, but I barely registered her presence. My mind was spinning, and my heart pounded against my chest. I had no idea how this was going to end, but I knew one thing for sure-there was no turning back now. "Just let's end this," my voice trembled. "This can't go on. Not when I have another man's mark on my body." He froze before he smiled, but it was all teeth and sharp edges. "Then I will make you my whore. You will not have a life outside of me. You will exist simply to pleasure me and to bleed for me." A chill ran down my spine. It sounded worse than death. "I can't believe you would do this," Diane cried. "After everything. I expected better than this from you." This had been her plan all along, and I had foolishly fallen for it. Again. When would I learn? "I am marked by another man, Leon," I reiterated. "I don't belong to you." Leon's eyes burned with fury as he stepped closer, his voice dripping with venom. "You really think you've won, don't you? This-this pathetic mark on your neck-means nothing. The man who claimed you? A nobody. He'll never acknowledge you in public, let alone claim a witch whore like you." I clenched my fists, fighting the panic clawing at my chest. "I don't belong to you, Leon," I spat, my voice shaking but defiant. His lip curled into a wicked smile, and I knew what was coming next. His hand shot out, the slap meant to tear me apart, but just as it swung toward my face, a voice rang out from behind. "Don't touch what's mine, brother." A growl made my heart stop. My heart skipped. The figure that emerged from the bathroom was built with bronze skin that seemed to gleam. His eyes were so dark, they were onyx. My eyes widened when I recognized him. Lysander Castille. Tall, imposing, his eyes locked on Leon with a dangerous calm. His mere presence sent a ripple through the room. I had slept with him. He had marked me. Leon froze, his expression twisting in disbelief, as the weight of Lysander's words hung in the air. "You?" Leon's voice wavered, his anger turning to something darker. Lysander stepped forward, his gaze never leaving Leon. "Yes, me." "You can't be serious," Leon sneered. "You marked my wife." Lysander stepped forward, his gaze cold and unyielding. "Last I checked, she wasn't your wife. And last I checked, you had no claim on her. I do." His voice was final, slicing through the tension. Before Leon could react, Lysander moved with inhuman speed, his hand gripping Leon's arm and effortlessly throwing it away from me. "Let me make this clear," Lysander's voice was low and dangerous. "Rebecca is my mate. And I want her. I don't care what you think or what you say. She's mine now. And no one, not even you, can take her from me." The room was deathly quiet. My heart pounded in my chest, disbelief and fear twisting in my gut. My world was spinning. Lysander had marked me, but to claim me like this? To say it so publicly? The weight of his words-of his intentions-landed like a storm, and the world I knew cracked wide open. "Rebecca will never agree," Leon growled, then turned to me. "Reject him. Reject him right now." He glared at me. I looked from Leon to Lysander, and my choice was made. "I accept the mate bond."