Aaron’s POV As I stood outside my father's room, the weight of betrayal settled heavily on my shoulders. The door before me seemed impenetrable, like a fortress guarding the truth I was about to uncover. My heart raced as disbelief and sadness swirled within me. I took a deep breath, trying to gather my composure before facing the man who had once been my hero, guide, and father. I pushed open the heavy wooden door and stepped into the room. My father, Alpha Leon, sat behind an imposing desk, his posture exuding authority. He glanced up, a smile stretching across his face, but I saw the flicker of unease in his eyes. Did he know what I was coming to say? "Father," I began, my voice steady but laced with restrained emotion. "We need to talk." Alpha Leon's smile faltered, his false charm slipping away. "Ah, Aaron, my son. I've been waiting for this moment. Have you finally understood the path I have set for you?" I clenched my jaw, fighting to keep my voice even. "This isn
Aaron’s POV My heart pounded as I waited for my father's response. His revelation sent shockwaves through the room, and Isla's expression turned from confusion to anger. Coming to stand beside her, I wrapped my arm protectively around her waist, silently reassuring her that I was on her side. "What are you talking about, Father?" I demanded, my voice filled with a mix of anger and curiosity. Alpha Leon sneered, a malicious gleam in his eyes as he taunted us. "Oh, you didn't think I knew, did you? The truth about Isla's past, the darkness that lies within her." I tightened my hold on Isla, my protectiveness surging at my father's words. "Tell us, then. What are you trying to insinuate?" He smiled triumphantly, relishing in the chaos he was causing. "Isla is not what she seems. She's a dangerous hybrid, a threat to our pack's purity. I planned to rid ourselves of her and all the hybrids that plague us." I felt Isla tense in my arms, her breathing growing shallow. My father
Isla’s POV I could hardly believe how my mother had threatened to kill Aaron’s father. I knew he deserved to be punished for his part, but I hadn't expected her to go all crazy like that. I was glad Aaron and Nigel could put Leon in the cells for now. He needed to face his actions the same way that Mrs Jenkins had. "Luna Isla. Listen. I need to tell you something important.” Sasha said quietly, interrupting my thoughts as we walked together. “What is it?” I asked, glancing at her and noticing how worried she seemed. I waited for her to answer, not expecting what came out of her mouth. “We believe we have found the warlock," Sasha revealed, her voice filled with urgency. We ascended to where the babies were sleeping, their surroundings heavily guarded. The gravity of her words hit me like a sudden wave, causing my eyes to widen in both shock and determination. I instinctively gripped the handrail, seeking its support. “I can not believe it,” I whispered in surprise,
Isla’s POV As I stood on the threshold of the warlock's chamber, a chill wind swept through my hair, carrying with it murmurs of whispered incantations. I braced myself, the glow of the amethyst crystal in my hand growing stronger. The power surged within me, a fusion of the wolf's instinctual prowess and the ancient craft of a witch. Locking eyes with the warlock, I could see the satisfaction in his twisted sneer. "So, Miss Isla, you've come to meet your end, my dear hybrid witch," he taunted. Unfazed, I declared firmly, "I have come for answers and justice." Despite the storm swirling around us, my voice remained steady and persistent. The warlock's sneer deepened, his eyes gleaming with malice. "Answers? What could you possibly seek that I would willingly provide?" he spat. My eyes narrowed, my hybrid powers rippling with intensity. "Identities! Secrets! The truth behind your wicked machinations!" I proclaimed. "You have plagued this realm with dark magic for far too lo
Isla's POV The warlock's snarling voice echoed through the chamber, taunting and defiant. Deep inside the recesses of my mind, Cleo, my loyal wolf companion, growled in response. Her voice surged forward, urging me to act decisively. "Isla, we have to destroy him," she demanded. I could feel the power of her instinct pulsating through me, urging me not to back down. The darkness that emanated from the warlock's words only fueled my resolve. I couldn't let him win, couldn't let him escape the justice he so desperately deserved. Gritting my teeth, I locked eyes with the warlock, refusing to succumb to his intimidation. "Give it up," he sneered, his voice laced with malice. But I wasn't ready to accept defeat. My eyes glinted with an unyielding fire as I channelled all the love, protectiveness, and strength of my hybrid abilities into one final surge of power. The energy crackled around me like lightning, a tempest of potential I would unleash upon the warlock's vile existence
The Luna’s Hybrid Son Synopsis "I want to live a normal life away from pack life," Carrie sighed, finally voicing the words that had been swirling in her mind for so long. Luke nodded, his eyes full of empathy for her desire for freedom and independence."I know, Carrie," Luke said softly, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "But we were born into this world, with these powers and responsibilities. It's not easy to just walk away."Carrie and Luke, struggle with the weight of their powerful heritage and the expectations placed upon them by their Alpha leaders. Carrie yearns for a normal life away from the pack, while Luke embraces his hybrid and alpha blood with mischievous charm. But as external threats loom and internal conflicts surface, Carrie and Luke must band together to protect their pack and unlock their true potential.
Seventeen years later: Chapter One: Carrie “Carrie?” I called out as I saw her stomping past the window. She did not stop, but a few moments later, I heard my mother enter the room. She looked exhausted and drained. I knew then that they must have had yet another disagreement. My father, Alpha Aaron, was away on a business meeting and had left me to help my mother with anything she needed. “Luke, did you see where Carrie went?” she looked worried, and I was sure Carrie would not want to be disturbed if she were in a terrible mood. Everyone in our pack knew how bad Carrie’s temper could be. “I saw her storming out the front door,” I replied, feeling a sense of guilt, knowing I should probably go after her and make sure she was okay. But I also knew Carrie needed space when upset, so I hesitated. My mother sighed and rubbed her temples, clearly feeling the strain of dealing with my sister’s temper. “I wish she would just talk to me instead of running off like this,” she murmured.
Luke’s POV “I love her, I do, but I can't see her letting me ever grow up.” Carrie sulked as she threw herself onto my bed and let out a loud shriek of anger. I sat down next to Carrie, giving her a sympathetic look. I knew that my mother's protectiveness could sometimes feel suffocating, significantly, as we grew older and wanted to explore the world around us. “I understand, Carrie. It can be frustrating to feel like you're not being given the chance to grow and experience things on your own,” I said softly, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. “But remember, our mother only wants what's best for us. She’s just worried about our safety,” I added, trying to offer some perspective on our mother's actions. Carrie let out a frustrated sigh, her emotions running high. “I know, I know. But sometimes I wish she would trust me more and let me spread my wings a little,” she lamented, her eyes filled with sadness. “I’ll talk to Mother and see if we can work something out,” I prom