His Divine Reborn Hybrid

CHAPTER 1

ADAM

“Uncle Addy, I said I wanted my hair just like Joanna’s.” Diana’s little mouth twisted into a pout as I twisted and turned—whatever nonsense I was doing with her hair.

“Well, you don’t always get what you want, cupcake.”

“That’s what you always say when you don’t want to put the blame on yourself.” Charlie, my brother and the Alpha, stepped into the room, voice calm but edged with amusement.

My gaze stayed on her long blonde locks. Other than playing with guns, I found hair oddly interesting.

“Daddy, is my hair prettier than Joanna’s?” Diana tugged a strand and looked up at Charlie, who leaned against the window, smiling.

I raised a brow as the smile didn’t reach his eyes. There was a problem.

“Sure it is.” He rubbed his brow; the lie slipped too easily.

Okay, hair time was up. I stood and handed Diana the mirror. It was either the rogues were looking for trouble again, or his dear Tyla was giving him a reason to snap.

“You look like an octopus with that!” Joanna’s loud laugh filled the room as I tried to walk Diana out.

Diana shot me a look, unimpressed. I wasn’t in the mood for their twin drama. “Look on the bright side, you have three more teeth than her.”

I tossed the words over my shoulder as she slipped out the door. When she smiled, I waved and kicked the door shut, my own smile melted away.

“Bringing Joanna’s teeth into this wasn’t necessary.” Charlie sighed, collapsing onto the bed.

“What put your mood in the pit?” I leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed.

He glanced at me, feigning confusion. “Do I look in a bad mood?”

“Oh, spill it. You’re always brighter than the sun, except when you-know-who gets to you.”

I always thought I made bad choices with women until Charlie married Tyla. Apparently the goddess had destined him to marry a rogue.

My wolf, Jacob, scoffed with me.

The goddess must have hated him, because no matter how hard Tyla pretended, she did more harm than a month-old carcass. Charlie had become more of a tyrant than an Alpha since she’d come along. It was weird—good for pack discipline, bad for Charlie.

He finally groaned, a sign he was ready to speak. “There’s news that rogues might try to terrorize the pack tonight. I’ve been trying to find a way through this, but Tyla keeps annoying me.”

He ranted about how she’d beaten up a maid for doing her nails wrong and other things that didn’t surprise me.

“What does she see me as? A dog?!” Charlie threw his hands in the air, exasperated.

I sighed. “Why don’t you fix things with your mate while I handle the rogues?”

“I need to be there. What if the attack’s beyond your control?” His jaw tightened, worry flickered in his eyes.

I sneered. “Really? You think rogues can be beyond my control? Not to boast, but I destroyed a whole pack when I was twelve, remember?”

Charlie dragged a breath and gave me that look that made me scowl.

“For once, take a break. I’m your Beta as much as I’m your brother. I’m here to assist the Alpha. Call the others and tell them I’ll be in charge tonight.”

“You better not act foolishly.” Charlie glared, though his hesitation slowly slipped away.

I shrugged. “You should know there’s nothing I take more seriously than a fight. Whoever leads those rogues will regret coming out tonight. I’ll bring him alive and turn him into my servant.”

Father had always trained us with an iron fist—me in particular. Unlike our forefathers, he’d chosen to rule differently: a friendlier face to a ruthless line. I’d heard stories from Grandfather—how the werewolf world once feared our pack. We’d been corrupt: stealing, killing, destroying innocents. Grandfather had believed in balance between good and bad—politics was never a safe game.

I’d always looked up to him. I still wanted to be like him. Even though I was the firstborn, Father had made Charlie Alpha because he thought I might ruin his new-found government.

He treated me differently. I saw a side of Father Charlie could never see because Charlie had always been the obedient child.

“You’re letting it consume you again,” Jacob murmured.

I looked at my hands, veins snaking under the skin. Anger toward Father flared, igniting something I hated.

Jealousy.

My gaze slid back to Charlie, already sinking toward sleep.

Bitterness rose in my chest. He had it all—this pack, a mate, children, power—everything I lacked. I was twenty-seven and still mate-less. The seer had said I was cursed from birth to be mate-less.

I’d been in and out of three relationships, trying to convince myself I wasn’t cursed. But I never felt it, the pull, the longing that binds you to one person forever.

“I want a mate, Adam,” Jacob whined.

“So do I, Jacob.” I swallowed and straightened, heading out of the room. “Enough weeping over a dream that might never come true. We have rogues to destroy.”

Lucky for those rogues, they were going to fight me while I was in a bad mood.