The hybrid twins curse

Chapter three

Anastasia’s POV

I woke up in my bed, disoriented and confused with my head slightly pounding. The last thing I remembered was kissing a man at a bar.

But somehow, now I was back at home, and he was nowhere to be seen. ‘How did I get here?’ I asked myself, fearing the worse had happened.

I didn’t have time to think hard about it as Mom immediately barged into my room. “Anastasia, get up! You’re going to be late for school!” she screamed.

She stopped when she saw my shocked expression. “Are you okay?” she asked, her tone going soft.

“I’m… yeah, yeah, just a weird dream,” I lied, trying to shake off the confusion.

I quickly got out of bed and started getting dressed. Mom remained at the door, her eyes trailing me.

“Listen, I want to apologize for yesterday.” She then said, breaking the silence “I was harsh, and I didn’t mean to upset you. Your attitude towards my marriage with Silas worries me, but I understand why you might be reluctant to welcome another man into your life after what happened to your father.”

I paused, pulling on my shirt, and then meeting her gaze. “It’s okay, Mom. I’m not holding it against you for wanting to move on. I know it hasn’t been easy for you either.”

She smiled, a small relief in her eyes. “Thank you for understanding. I just hope you and Silas might bond over time.” She then said.

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes, though I tried to keep it light. “Don’t think about it.”

She laughed softly, shaking her head. “Well, we can always hope.” She replied. “Hey, Silas has somehow managed to convince his son, Jed, to join us for breakfast today. It would mean a lot if you could come down soon.” She concluded.

“Alright, I’ll be there in a minute,” I promised.

She left, and my mind slid back to the events of the previous night. How had I gotten home? I wondered, before thinking hard about it and the memories began to flood in.…

“Mate!” he had said to me.

I remembered feeling a rush of relief and joy. “Mate!” I had responded, my voice trembling with too much emotion.

He then reached out and took my face his hands, his touch sending sparks through my skin.

The moment his hands had touched my face, an electric current had immediately flowed between us.

The connection between us felt so real and impossible to resist. Before I knew it, we were drawn to each other like magnets, and our lips met in a hungry kiss without thought.

We locked lips and began to kiss deeply and passionately. The world around me soon faded away. It was as if we had both been waiting for the moment for a long time.

We barely made it out of the bar, stumbling together into the nearest motel. Every touch, every kiss felt like fire, burning us both into each other.

The intensity of our connection was quite overwhelming, I recalled, and we didn’t waste any second when we got to the room.

Clothes were pulled and discarded quickly, and we fell into bed, lost in each other’s arms.

It was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. Every touch sent shivers down my spine, and every kiss made my heart race.

For me, it had felt like the world outside just ceased to exist, and it was just us, lost in a storm of raw and intimate passion.

After a moment naked in each other’s arms, my body gave out and with the help of the alcohol, I completely lost track of time….

Dragging my thoughts back after I couldn’t still remember how exactly I’d gotten home from the motel, I quickly finished getting ready for school, brushing my hair and tying it back in a neat ponytail.

My mind was still racing from the events with the man, but I pushed the thoughts aside and headed downstairs.

As I descended the stairs, I stopped in my tracks. Sitting right there at the table with Mom and Silas was the same man I had met at the bar and slept with the previous day.

My heart pounded in my chest, a combination of shock, fear, and confusion taking over my whole body.

“Ah, good morning, Anastasia,” Silas greeted, not noticing my reaction. “Jed, this is Anastasia.”

The man looked up briefly, his expression indifferent. He stared at me for a few seconds and mumbled, “Morning,” before returning to his food, acting as if he didn’t recognize me.

I was stunned. How could he not remember me? I felt a sense of anger and hurt at the same time.

Mom, sensing the tension, looked at me. “Is everything alright, Anastasia?” she asked.

“Yeah, everything’s fine,” I lied, looking at her.

I felt really confused within. This was without a doubt the same man I had met yesterday, I could still feel the strange and powerful connection between us.

But he was pretending not to know me, and it was infuriating.

As we ate, I couldn’t get myself to eat much with him seated across from me. Mom asked and I just said I wasn’t hungry.

Silas then cleared his throat. “Jed, why don’t you drop Anastasia off at school today?” he asked.

Jed looked at me once more, his expression soured as he obviously didn’t like the idea, but he nodded reluctantly and looked away. “Sure.”

I grabbed my backpack but then excused myself and went upstairs to pick up my notebook. As I walked, my thoughts stirred.

I asked myself why Jed was pretending not to know me. Was he really that much of a jerk, or was there something else going on?

The confusion ate at me, but I forced myself to focus on the day ahead, perhaps I would get a reasonable explanation from him on our way to school.

When I came back down, I found the room empty and the front door open. I then stepped outside to see Jed driving away in the car, leaving me behind.

“See you at school,” his loud words were followed by a laughter that did nothing to alleviate the rage I felt form inside me.

“Oh f**k me,” I couldn’t believe how unlucky I was when it came to men and finding my mate.