All Chapters of CURSE OF THE HYBRID ALPHA : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

KIENAMy heart is still thudding with undilued anger long after Zedane walked away. How dare he constantly remind me that I am not allowed on my fathers property?A simple memory flashes in my mind's eye and I sigh. He was right, after all. As much as I hate to admit it. I denounced every tie I had to Whitevalley pack and the Vocci name, and had my father - if I can even call him that - threaten to kill me if I ever dared to show my face near him again. Yet I constantly ignore the warning and trudge hopelessly in that direction.I start pacing, thinking of a way to make myself better at the whole leadership thing. I was really only thinking of a way to help the pack, and Zedane, but instead I made him so mad that his mood had to be perpetually ruined till he got there. Being well aware of how manipulative my father is, I should have been the one to protect Zedane not throw him into the den while he struggled to rein in his temper.Another long sigh finds its way out of my throat, but

ZEDANESomething is amiss. I know that the very moment that I step out into the manor. Herome hurries after me immediately. "Alpha. The Luna is not back in the packhouse yet. I thought she was going to return with you."A sigh works its way past my throat. "I've been away for a number of hours and none of you thought to communicate her disappearance with me until now?" My temper is rising to the surface really quickly and even though I know it is irrational, the though of her being in possible danger makes me want to snap the necks of the wolves who should've been more careful."We couldnt stop her from leaving the pack. She left immediately after you did and we assumed you jad found that out.""Of course I found that out. I also expected that she'd be back here by now." I pause and inhale a breath. "Get some men to help you search every square inch of the pack.""We already searched for her everywhere in the packhouse, but we couldn't find her. I also cannot feel her link to the pac

ZEDANEMy feet halt on their own accord, the hairs on my skin stand at attention, my wolf half growling inside of me in restlessness. "We heard her just a moment ago." His complaint is growly and filled with irritation. "I know." My response is immediate and angry as well.I try to reach out to her again but to no avail. Something is even more wrong than it was when we first entered the woods. My fingers turn her bracelet this way and that, using the warmth that somehow still lingers on it to try and feel her. I don't."Something's wrong." He complains again."I would really appreciate it if you'd stop stating the obvious."The flow of magic that binds Kiena to me is... weird. It still exists, so I know she's still alive, but something has happened with it. I can't find it in my mind's eye. Almost as if something has cloaked it."I think she's been kidnapped." My wolf supplies again. "And whoever has her must have a shit ton of magic at their beck and call to be able to keep us trap

ZEDANEIt's been a whole month since I found Kiena lying half-dead beneath the bushes that were cut into a makeshift tent for her. Whoever it was that took her wanted me to find her, and probably dead too.I can still taste the dangerous flavor of fear that had cloaked me after I found her in that position. It was something I had succeeded in preventing for well over a decade, almost two, but in a single moment, a woman was able to bring it right back."Are you even here?" Lunil asks along the bond we share with the pack.My eyes snap in the direction that his mental voice came from and our eyes lock on each other. I nod once to let him know that all is well and then pick up the pace, but he isn't far behind."You don't look like all is well with you. You've let the same rabbit run past you twice without so much as blinking in its direction, and that's very unlike you. You're an exceptionally skilled hunter, something has to be wrong if you're missing game like that."I cut him a glar

ZEDANEEverything is wrong. Taste, smell, sight; all of it. A haze of madness cloaks my mind, pushing every last ounce of sanity out of my grasp. I shake my head in an attempt to clear the fog that’s sitting over my thoughts and everything else.The plate in front of me is swiped off the table with a violent growl that shakes the roof of the manor, sending terror through every nook and cranny. I hate losing control. It takes me back to a time where all I knew was vulnerability.My breaths come out in short pants, anger and helplessness struggling for dominance inside me. I can’t succumb to the feeling that is struggling to drag me under and spit me out only after it has had its way with me.“Are you okay, Alpha?” A voice I can vaguely register asks from somewhere around me, but I can’t force a response out for their sake – or mine.The winds howl in protest as I battle against the pull of insanity. The draw of lust on me is becoming more powerful with each breath I take and I let out