All Chapters of The Rejected Hybrid: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Skyler’s POV "Wake up, Skyler! We have to leave in twenty minutes, or you'll be late for school," Mom shouts as she clangs her pots and pans together. "Ugh, I'm on my way," I mutter while I finally finish running a brush through my hair and neatly braiding it. Dragging myself out of bed, I can't help but feel anxious about starting at a new school. The thought of being bullied and ostracized by my peers makes me want to crawl back under the covers. I wish I could have stayed where I was, where at least I knew what to expect. Now, I have to navigate new classes, new teachers, and a whole new environment. It's overwhelming and I can't help but let out a frustrated scream. As I made my way to the kitchen, the weight of the impending change settled heavily on my shoulders. The familiar scent of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, mingling with the soft clinking of silverware as my parents prepared breakfast. I took a seat at the table, my mind swirling with a mix of anxiety and frus

Skyler’s POV “You don't have to share with us right away! That's perfectly fine. However, I want you to understand that we will never reject you just because you are unique.” Trina says with a warm smile. “I appreciate your concern, but this is something that my parents have always emphasized as a private matter not to be shared with anyone. It holds a significant importance to them, and I have respected their wishes by keeping it to myself.” I say sadly, looking away. Then we start chatting and laughing, and I realize that this is what life is all about. It's not about being popular or fitting in. It's about finding people who accept you for who you are and who make you feel good about yourself. Not only that, but it's about being part of a friend circle, a group of people who share your interests and values. As the lunch bell rings again, signaling the end of our break, I feel a sense of sadness. I don't want this moment to end. But I know that there will be other moments lik

Neo’s POV "Alpha Neo, I am sorry that Alaric could not help, but he tells me that I need to take a look." Marcelina greets as she walks up to us with a few of her scientists. "Sure, come with me," I respond, leading the way back into the dark cave. The sight of lifeless bodies strewn across the floor fills me with a nauseating sensation, threatening to make me sick once more. "Hey Neo, could you do me a favor and step out of the cave for a moment? Once we're finished with our investigation, I'll join you," Marcelina requests, her attention momentarily diverted as she engages in conversation with one of the scientists. "Of course," I respond, exiting the building and breathing in the rejuvenating air. The odor is not from the rogues, and it sends shivers down my back. "Neo, would it be possible for us to return to your office and have a conversation?" Marcelina inquires, her tone laced with a hint of urgency. "Is everything alright?" I inquire, noticing her sense of urgency. "L

Mason’s POV As I roll over in bed, I let out a groan and fumble around my nightstand in search of my ringing phone. After a few seconds of blindly patting around, I finally manage to grab it and hit the answer button. I bring the phone up to my ear and say, “Hello?” “Hey, whereabouts are you at the moment? We're having a massive bash at the club before the Tamsin moon tonight, and you're nowhere to be seen,” Quinton inquires. “Oh Shit! I can't believe I forgot about it. I'm still in bed,” I mutter as I roll over and sit up, rubbing my face to wake myself up. Glancing at the clock, I realize it's only nine in the morning. “I wonder if the club has already started bustling with activity?” Absolutely, our establishment is bustling with activity and the VIP Lounge is brimming with guests. It would be highly advantageous for you to make your way here promptly!” Quinton exclaims with urgency. “Although I have a few tasks to attend to, I am willing to wait for you downstairs until you ar

Skyler’s POV As I wake up, I feel a significant improvement in my mood compared to earlier this morning. However, I notice that the sky is getting darker. I rub my eyes and glance at my clock, realizing that I need to prepare for the pack run and party. Despite feeling a sense of reluctance, I snuggle deeper into my blankets, not wanting to leave my bed. It's my birthday, and I wish I could just stay in bed or venture off on my own without having to deal with anyone's negativity. While I lay snugly under my blankets, I suddenly hear a gentle knock on my bedroom door. Curiosity piques my interest, and I cautiously peek out from my cozy cocoon to see my mom and dad entering the room. Their warm smiles instantly brighten up the space, and I can't help but feel a surge of excitement. “Happy Birthday, baby girl,” my mom says, her voice filled with love and tenderness. She reaches out to run her fingers through my hair, creating a soothing sensation that makes me let out a contented sigh