The Alpha's Hybrid Doctor

FOUR YEARS AGO

(The coven)

"I'll just get the barley and lemon grass tea for you, Pa. Cunningham. I'm glad you're getting better." Adela's soothing voice could be heard in the room filled with the young and the old hinged up against the walls, obviously sick.

Adela is known to have healing hands which she inherited from her late mother and she hopes to pass down to her kids. After taking up the only small inn-like wooden built house situated near the Sushi lake, she set it up and began taking in the sick to take care of them. Born into a royal Vampire family, it was weird that Adela chose to be a healer. However, being an outcast and a hybrid was enough to kick her out of the coven, talk of being recognized as royalty. She would hear stories from the royal story teller, Mortha about how her Father had met her mother and fallen in love at first glance. Nobody approved of course and her Father was replaced with his brother to be the leader as punishment. Now, all she has left is the impact of her parents choices, the inn and her healing hands. She also wouldn't forget her dream. A dream of meeting the one she loves and who loves her back. Her knight in shining armor.

Well, that's what most young girls believe but would any knight come for her? Or maybe she has no use for any knight or a prince in shining armor but she can be her own saviour. She had snapped out of her fantasy to reality long ago to focus on her healing career.

The portable inn room contained three other rooms apart from the larger room that contained small beds where the sick laid. One room is used as the labour room, the second one as her room and the last one is used as the kitchen where she makes concoction and the rest. Two kids that look no more than eight or ten are hauled against the wall on one of the small beds where a patched sheet covered them. On another bed, a very old man with barely speckles of white hair laid on his back, movement static. Adela had just finished attending to him. The rest of the beds were filled with several other sick vampires. Some with broken bones, some with burning temperature and some coming to treat the scars they got from sun burn. Unlike high-profiled Vampire doctors, Adela doesn't give her patients blood as tonic. She believed sucking blood from humans will only hurt them even though she was just a half breed human-vampire.

"You've got yourself quite a room full of patients, Adela!" Someone's voice caught her attention. She was too caught up in the rush she didn't have time to look back.

"Looks like your spell has finally gotten a strong hold of the people. They believe in your magic hands now."

Now, she realized with the sarcastic tone and mockery that it was no other than Pa. Cunningham's grandson, Earl. He and his friends made her childhood hell and always took delight in bullying her for being an outcast. Sometimes, it makes her wonder if getting banished from the coven wouldn't have been fair.

"Get away, Earl." She stated coolly, not wanting to welcome any form of nuisance. "I'm quite busy as you can see."

"Yep. Busy killing people with your poisonous concoction! It's a pity these people are blinded by your deceitful smiles and cunning words."

Adela gripped the bowl she was holding, trying everything within her power to not throw the wooden object at his head and watch him beg for life. How dare he call her work a deceitful act?

"For the last time, Cummingham, get away." She moved to one of the sick children and gave the little boy the concotion she had just made.

"Take it sweetheart..."

A clatter, splatter of black mixtures on the floor and gasps from the people in the room and the last thin rope that held her comportment snapped. She looked back sharply at the spiky haired boy with dark eyes and like lightening grabbed his neck. He lifted his arm to hit her but she hit him back right under his jaw, rendering him weak and she took an advantage of this by taking his arm to his back, arm wrapped around his neck.

"Try that again next time and I won't think twice about snapping your neck!" She hissed into his ears and when she looked to her side where her eyes caught a slight movement from Cunningham, she added. "Or consider your grandfather."

"Just know this isn't the end. I'll continue to torture you even in death! Your spell must be broken...Ah!" He was interrupted by her grip tightening around his neck.

"I'll be glad to be your guest. That's if you manage to kill me."

She let him go and he scurried out of the inn leaving her breathless. For how long will she continue to put up with this? The bullying, the teasing and the pain. If only she could do something to stop these problems and maybe one day, ask mother Universe why she decided to punish her.

"Adela?" The small kid's voice brought her back and she gave a wry smile to assure him.

"I'll get you another one."

Later that evening, Adela had decided to make another concotion after that encounter with Earl but she realized pounded parsley had finished and she needed to pluck some leaves. The sun was setting already by the time she would fill up her basket but a sound stopped her in her tracks.

"Who's there?" She asked and stopped to listen again.

A sound of snapped twigs was heard and she turned sharply, her fangs set in place and her nose pushed up to pick up smells. She could perceive warm blood. Right. A living being. And then, she could smell a woolly texture as if this being was super hairy. By the time, she would conclude, a huge weight fell on her and she hit her head on a rock so hard she blackened out.

Before her eyes were shut, she caught a glimpse of grey wolf eyes looking down on her fiercely.

A wolf?

BLUE MOON PACK

Adela woke up to muffled voices and cold floor. She felt like she had been lifting logs of wood all night and lifting her legs seems like one hell of hardwork. Her back burned like the sizzling pan used to make buns and when she would make attempt to stand, she realized her hands and legs have been tied.

Damnit!

Realization dawned on her instantly that she had been kidnapped by a Wolf. But why? As she looked around with her blurry vision, she took in the dark room, metal bars that guarded the place, a little hole too small to be called a window and broken cemented floor that was as cold as snow. She rubbed her eyes with the back of her palms and as her vision cleared, she heard the door open and someone stepped in. If her vision wasn't clear, she would have sworn she saw an Angel walk in which could indicate she is dead.

Adela swallowed as this figure came closer. He was tall, broad shouldered and had full jet black hair that was styled to the side. His face had this rough manly features that one wouldn't want to mess with, especially with his glassy green eyes that made it look like his stare could pierce into one's soul. He was unsmiling but she couldn't deny that he was dead handsome.

What was she doing? She snapped out of her thoughts, wondering how she could be drooling over her captor.

"Welcome to the World, Miss!" His deep baritone voice filled the small room just like his scent. Lavender mixed with mountain lilly.

She only glared at him from under her lashes as she look up at him.

"Oh, no replies? I figured you needed your beauty sleep so I let you be." He crouched before her until their eyes levelled.

"I only have few questions for you and if you answer them, you're free to go." He stood up and Adela only followed his movements with her eyes.

"You see I have always had this special feeling for people who are special and immediately I set my eyes on you, I knew you were the one. I've been looking for you. What's your name?"

No replies. She just stared and she knew her silence infuriated him so much.

"Will you speak up!?" He barked, making her flinch.

Tears rolled down her cheeks as the tall, handsome man grabbed her chin so she could look up at him.

"I said, speak up! Who are you?"

Her lips shivered but she didn't say anything. She was determined not to say anything or give him the pleasure of intimidating her. She would stand her ground, no matter what. He glared into her eyes and she could swear she saw fire in those eyeballs. This pleased her and she chuckled but aggravated him as he smacked her face.

"I will make sure I get words out of your mouth. I don't care if I have to torture you till eternity." He signalled for his men to come inside and they did, bringing along a chair, ropes and belts. Others brought in poles and so many torturing objects. She shuddered but unless she knows what it is he wants with her, she's not saying anything.

"As you can see," he looked at her again. "I mean business."

Adela only cried as she wondered what it is he wants. Her body shook vigorously, especially as he grabbed her arm and dropped her on the chair. They tied the ropes around her although she struggled to fight them off, until one of the men slapped her. Her face saw sparks as the strong hand landed on her face but he was wrong. The tall man grabbed the guard's shirt and punched him in the face, sending him to the floor.

"Don't touch her until I say so. Understood!?" The man on the floor nodded hurriedly. "Better."

As he looked back at Adela, she could only feel anger and hatred towards him. He was enjoying this.

"Get the belt!" He ordered and his men did as they were told.

"Yes sir!"

"What's your name?" He asked but she looked away which earned her a lash from the leather belt.

"Ah!" She whimpered.

"Again, dark-haired girl, what's your name?" But Adela spat in his face. He huffed before grabbing her face, eyes burning. "Don't test my patience!"

She gave a smirk which means she doesn't care and as he raised an index finger, she felt another lash on her thighs. She yelped and gritted her teeth to endure the pain. But when she couldn't take it anymore, she yelled.

"I'll kill you, I swear!"

"Oh. Look who's talking. Well, that's progress. We're moving somewhere, only if you'll tell me your name."

"You'll never know! Who are you and what do you want from me?"

He placed his two hands on each arm of the chair, his face barely an inch afar from hers and making sure their eyes are locked. Adela couldn't explain it but his eyes gave her a tingling sensation.

"I am Bergan and here is my Pack. What do I want from you?" He pursed his lips and frowned as if trying to remember. He then raised his brows like he got it. "Of course, I wanna know something."

Adela looked away as his gaze was doing something to her.

"Right. Still stubborn." He nodded to his men and in seconds she was drenched in a bucket of water, making her wounds gotten from the lashes sting.

"Gargh!" She screamed.

"Now, be a good girl and answer my questions. What's your name?"

"Adela!" She replied defeatedly.

"Good, Adela. You won't have to go through this torture if you just answered my questions." Bergan walked slowly around her chair, his scent wafting through her nose and making her adrenaline pump harder and faster.

It wasn't helping matters that her captor was hella sexy and handsome with well chiseled nose and jaws. His grim lips and well shaved beards that lined his face and she could swear this man would have a hundred mistresses. But that's not the point, right now, this handsome man is putting her through torture and doesn't care about her.

He stopped walking and as he bent over behind her, she could feel his lips on her skin. He breathed against her neck and nibbled her earlobe.

"I just have a question. Are you an Hybrid?"

Her heart hit hard against her ribcage and before she could stop herself, she said, "no!"

"No?" His voice was so deep, especially as he was uncomfortably close. He sniffed her and breathed warmly into her ear. "Your body says otherwise."

BLUE MOON PACK

"All hail the Wolf!" A voice cried and the rest of the council members howled, welcoming the Alpha as he walked into the cave room carved to serve as their meeting room.

The roof was designed with glowing acids to provide light in the enclosed place, plus a circle shaped gap done on the roof to give room for the moon. There the elders calculate when it's time for full moon, red moon and mate period. During mate period which happens annually, every male wolf picks their chosen female partners. During red moon, different ceremonies and rituals are done and it is also a time when judgements are passed on criminals. During full moon, anything can happen but weddings are mostly done in this period.

In the cave, a tall rock is carved rectangularly to form a table, where the elders surround to talk. Bergan climbed a podium at the centre of the room, so that he's facing the elders and they all bowed before him.

"To whom do I owe this impromptu visit?" He asked as he settled on his throne.

"You mean to what?" Garth said and he twitched his lips at the Former Beta of the pack whose old age is now visible with the full white hair on his head.

"Let's get to it, shall we?"

The men brought out their scrolls and feathers dipped into ink. He looked ahead and saw his best friend, Cyran, who is the current Beta waltz in even though he was late.

"I think it's high time you learned you're no longer a spoiled teenager, Cyran, but a man with full responsibilities." Bergan stated but his friend flashed him a grin.

"You sound old." He sat down at the extreme end of the table. "Somehow, you sound like my Father."

"Cyran?" Garth whined and he could tell how hard Cyran is trying not to roll his eyes.

"Your Highness, can we please start the meeting? I'm not entirely ready for a fifteen hours sermon by my Dad."

"That sermon is what got you that position!" Garth snapped back before looking at Bergan and bowing slightly apologetically.

"Sorry." Cyran said, flashing his teeth at him. Bergan chuckles before sitting up.

"So, I've just talked to our prisoner today but she hasn't budged. I'm guessing she still needs some time. All these may be coming at her in rush."

"Or maybe she isn't who you think she is." Keane, one of the elders spoke up. He had bushy beards with white streaks.

"I'm quite sure."

"How?" Cyran asked and he shifted on his throne.

"I know it when I see it." He remembered how he'd gotten to know her. The scent was strong and the feeling unmistakable.

"She is a Hybrid."

"Why do you need a Hybrid so bad?" Another elder spoke up, his shaky voice barely making it above other murmuring ones. He asked the others to keep quiet so he could hear him. "Why do you need..." He tried to repeat his question but started coughing. The cave became silent, all eyes on him and expecting him to say something. After he was done coughing, spitting out whatever he'd coughed, he turned to the people.

"Why do you need a..." He coughed again and the people groaned impatiently.

"So sorry, Mr. McCuller, but we'll advise you to let others drop their suggestions while you, er, take care of yourself." Cyran said, all smiles. His friend may have a huge sense of humor and may be cute with brown curly hair and light brown eyes that almost looked like golden yellow, but his brilliance and strength had earned him the seat.

"It will be good if you do what Cyran says." Bergan supported but the man shot them both a glare.

"Oh. Okay." Cyran looked away defeatedly like a child who'd just done something bad. "Not talking. Not talking. Just tryna be caring."

"Well, I don't need your care. Just as I don't need your jokes!" The man snapped but was cut short by another wave of cough.

"Er..." Garth started. "I think the King is right, McCuller."

"Don't tell me what to..." Another wave of cough.

Everyone sighed in frustration.

"Your Highness, shall we continue?" One of the lawmakers asked and he nodded.

"In relation to McCuller's question..."

"Yes!" The old man interrupted but regretted it immediately as he coughed out again.

"To answer his question," Bergan continued. "A prophecy came out and that prophecy is supposed to make a Hybrid bring both Vampires and Wolverines together."

"Really? And you believe that?"

"Impossible!"

"Preposterous! There's no such thing."

There were overlapping voices filling the cave instantly and he had to bang his throne for them to keep quiet.

"Quiet!" He was breathing hard.

"You may believe and you may choose not to believe but this is the truth and this is something we all want. Peace."

"And of what use will this peace be to us?" Garth asked and the rest murmured in support.

"All what the neighbouring clans have always done I'd to prove how strong they are. Uncountable wars, incessant border lining, claiming of several treasures that do not belong to them and all you could think of is to partner with them?"

"Isn't it better than fighting wars everytime?" Cyran asked but Garth chuckled.

"Son, we can't let go that easily. Why beg for attention when you can have these people answer to you?"

Everyone cheered and hit the table in support of what Garth said. He faced Bergan.

"I will like you to think this through, your Highness, but if we let the past go, won't it come back to haunt us? Let the Hybrid be judged accordingly as a trespasser or we will be termed weak!" He finished his words with a stomp and the people cheered again.

His eyes met with Cyran's who looked away defeatedly.

"I can't decide yet..."

"But my Lord, this girl hasn't even affirmed she's a Hybrid. Why keep her?"

"She hasn't said a word. That's why I said she may need more time. Not everyone responds to harshness the same way." Bergan replied, his thoughts wandering.

"So, what are you going to do?" It was Cyran that asked this time.

"I'll think about it."