Their Broken Hybrid Mate

EMILY'S POV* "Three days. Just three days until I turn 18 and finally break free from the Walker mansion." The thought buzzed in my mind and I sighed in relief at the thought of finally leaving the Walkers. I stood in my tiny room, staring at the wall covered in peeling paint, and wondering how I’d made it this far. Every day felt like a battle, and I was tired - tired of the whispers, the stares, the constant reminder of my status as a wolfless Omega and a cursed hybrid. The Walker triplets—Ethan, Lucas, and Liam were my stepbrothers, and my worst nightmare. They took pleasure in reminding me of my place as a slave in this house every single day. As I paced back and forth, I could hear the faint sounds of the party preparations in the neighborhood. My best friend, Mia, who lived just a block away was celebrating her birthday today, and I was determined to be there. Just a few hours of happiness away from this place would mean everything to me. Suddenly, my phone buzzed on the bed, pulling me from my thoughts. I glanced at the screen. It was Ethan. My stomach churned when I saw the name but I decided to answer. “My lovely stepsister,” he started, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “I have some dirty clothes I need you to wash.” I closed my eyes, feeling the familiar wave of resentment wash over me. “I can do it after the party,” I replied, trying to keep my tone steady. “After the party? Are you kidding me?” His laughter was cold. “You think you can just ignore your responsibilities? You’re nothing but a worthless slave, Emily, and you should be happy that we took you in considering how you killed your mother with your freak powers. The words hit harder than any blow. I felt my heart racing, a mixture of anger and pain. I wanted to scream, to tell him he was wrong, that I was more than what they said. But I couldn’t. I had learned long ago that arguing only made things worse. “Ethan, please,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “Just let me go to the party.” “Not a chance.” His tone shifted to something darker. “Get your ass over here now.” I bit my lip, fighting back tears. I had to stand my ground, even if it felt like I was walking a tightrope over a pit of fire. “I’ll do it when I get back,” I insisted, trying to sound firm. But he wasn’t having it. I could hear the frustration in his breath, the way it quickened, like a predator about to pounce. “I would not repeat myself again!” Before I could respond, he hung up. The silence that followed was deafening and I felt like I was suffocating. With a shaky breath, I grabbed my jacket and headed towards the door, my heart pounding in my chest. I knew I had to face him. I couldn’t let him intimidate me any longer. I had to be brave, even if every step felt like I was walking to my doom. As I walked down the hallway, the walls seemed to close in around me. The family portraits lined the walls, each one a reminder of the life I never had—the happiness that was always just out of reach. I could hear the laughter from the party outside, and it made my heart ache with longing. When I reached Ethan’s room, I hesitated. The door stood slightly ajar, and when I peered inside, I saw Liam and Lucas sitting on his bed. They were playing a video game and so they barely noticed my presence. “Ethan,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “I’m here.” He turned to face me. "Took you long enough,” he said, gesturing to a pile of clothes on the floor. “Get to work.” I felt a surge of anger within me. It was now or never. “I told you I’d do it when I got back.” My voice trembled, but I pressed on. “I have plans today. I’m not your maid.” "Oh, the witch's got an attitude today," Liam chuckled. Ethan stepped closer, and I could smell the faint hint of sweat and cologne on him. “You think you can talk back to me? You think you can just walk away whenever you want?” He was looming over me now, his eyes flashing with fury. “I’m not afraid of you,” I lied. But inside, my heart raced, and my hands trembled. Ethan’s face twisted into a sneer. “You should be. You have no power here, Emily. You’re just a freak, and everyone knows it.” At that moment, something inside me snapped. I wasn’t just going to take it anymore. “I’m not a freak! I’m not like you!” My voice echoed in the small room. He remained silent for a while and just when I thought it had worked, he stepped forward. Before I could even react, he shoved me hard across my back. I stumbled and lost my footing, landing on the pile of clothes. “Get up!” he growled I looked up at him, tears blurring my vision. I was tired of feeling small. Tired of being pushed around. “You can’t keep doing this to me!” I cried, my voice cracking. He shook his head in pity and chuckled. “But I will,” he said. His voice was low and dangerous. “You’re mine to control. You’re nothing without me.” I pulled myself up, and after a brief thought, I decided arguing further wasn''t worth it. All I had to do was persevere for three days. I gathered the clothes on the floor around me in a heap and put them in a bucket while he watched. I didn’t want to cry. I didn’t want to give him that satisfaction. But deep down, I felt broken. I was trapped in this cycle of abuse, and as hopeless as my situation looked, I knew I had to keep fighting. For myself. For my future. “Ethan,” I said, my voice steadier now, “You’re wrong about me. I won’t be your slave forever. One day, I would leave this place.” His laughter was cold, sending shivers down my spine. “Good luck with that, darling stepsister. It seems you don’t know who you’re up against.” “I’ll find a way,” I muttered. I turned away, my heart pounding as I made my way out of his room. I had to be strong, even if I felt so small. Now it was certain that I was going to miss Mia’s party. As I washed Ethan's clothes, I felt a new wave of determination wash over me. I was no longer the little Emily that was scared of him and his brothers. I was done feeling afraid and trapped, and no matter what Ethan or his brothers said, I would find my way out. I had to. "Three days," I reminded myself. "Just three days. And then I would be free."