Asena
The drive to my new prison is tense and wordless. Mason and I sit in the back seats, each one of us at the other end of the car.
Mason does not look at me. Not once.
Every time his lunatic King talks, he clenches his jaw so much I can practically hear his teeth grinding. But he never puts the Alphahole King in his place. He never rejects this outrageous idea of breeding. He never tries to hold my hand to ease my fear.
How does this Alphahole King know about hybrid children? How does he know they can have supernatural powers?
I know about all of that because I stumbled upon those stories when researching ancient lore and folktales for Bella. It was written many times that the kids of mixed couples are hybrid kids and can yield unmeasurable powers. That they would even be as pow
