The Hybrid

Chapter 14

Theodore sat at the table rubbing his temples with the palm of his hands, taking deep breaths.

Kyra sat there waiting for him to explode,

“I’m sorry uncle Teddy, I try to keep my distance but somehow Ry.. Alpha, finds me. And I really did try to walk away from Amber uncle I really did but she just kept throwing things and saying s**t that just.. I’m sorry.”

Theodore took a deep breath,

“4 broken ribs, a cracked sternum, a fractured hand, several small fractures to the face and skull. It’s going to take Amber a few days in the hospital to fully heal! Not to mention you fractured the Betas jaw! And now your punishment is with the one person you NEED to stay away from. Kyra what is going on? You’ve never been like this, even when you were being bullied in the other packs you never got into a fight.”

Kyra played with her buttons on her shirt, she shrugged.

Sally sighed,

“Well what did Amber say that angered you so much? Amber told the doctors that she was talking about the Alpha and..” Sally’s eyes widened, “Kyra? Is the Alpha your mate?”

Kyra froze, panic flooded her body she tried to think of something to say.

Sally put her hand on her head and gave a look of disbelief,

“He is isn’t he?!”

Kyra sighed and looked down, she shrugged

“I don’t know, but when I’m around him I smell mahogany and mint, it’s very strong. It pulls me in like a.. magnet, I can’t help it.”

Fear filled Theodore’s face,

“No no no. It can’t be the Alpha, there has to be a mistake. You’re not 18 yet! You shouldn’t have these.. feeling until you hit 18! No it’s got to be something else.”

Theodore jumped from his sit pushing the chair back making it fall to the ground. He put his arms above his head and paced back and forth.

Sally looked at Kyra,

“Do you think the Alpha knows.. you might be his mate?”

Kyra shrugged,

“How am I supposed to know, I can’t read his mind. And that’s supposed to be the deciding factor of a mate, at lease that’s what we learned in school.”

Theodore took a deep breath,

“I have to contact, Rodrick. We knew this day would come but not like this, last I knew he had something so if you did find your mate. He’ll know what to do.”

Anger bubbles in Kyra’s chest she couldn’t stop the hot tears streaming down her cheeks, she jumped up from the table. She kicked the chair back behind her causing it to slide across the kitchen into the wall smashing it. She stormed upstairs and slammed her door cracking it.

Sally started to walk towards the stairs but Theodore stopped her.

“Just let her be alone, this is hard for her. She’s still too young to understand but she’ll thank us one day. Now I have to call Rodrick, he needs to be informed of this immediately.”

Kyra buried her face in her pillow, soaking up her tears. She didn’t want the feeling she had for Ryder to go away, for the first time in her life she felt like a normal werewolf. She finally felt, happy.

Kyra couldn’t stop her mind from racing, did Ryder feel the same way? Allie said he’s never dance with anyone since his mate passed away, sometime when he looks at her his eyes are dark with desire. Or was Amber right and Ryder only felt bad cause she was “sick” and because she was in heat, turning 18 and the full moon was approaching could cause unmated men go a little crazy. It could have explained how Ryder was acting in wolf form in the clearing, it could have been strictly instincts. But Kyra feels something, she feels the magnet pull, the undeniable scent only she can smell, and the feeling her body gets when Ryder touches her. It’s all the signs of a mates bond, Ryder must feel it too. A glimmer of hope filled Kyra’s chest, then it was stomped out, but there is a chance it could be a “one-sided” bond. A mate bond is typically mutual, but under specific circumstances, one werewolf might feel the connection while the other does not. This can occur due to a number of things like Kyra being a hybrid, it’s a rare chance but rare to Kyra is normal.

Kyra laid in her bed and eventually cried herself to sleep.

She didn’t leave her room all Sunday, she was contemplating on even going to school. She knew everyone would be staring at her whispering about what she did to Amber, Miss. popular. Kyra dragged herself out of bed, she threw on some black leggings and a black tank top. She threw on a dark grey sweatshirt and threw her hair up in a messy bun. She grabbed her bag and ran down stairs, then out the door avoiding her aunt and uncle.

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She stood behind her desk mixing potions, she had striking, fiery red hair cascading in soft waves, framing her delicate, porcelain-like complexion. Her vivid green eyes are bright and expressive, set beneath graceful brows. Full lips and high cheekbones add to her elegant and captivating beauty. She added a small drop of a glowing pink liquid to a stone bowl, when the drop touched the other liquid it sizzled and gave off a soft but deadly scent.

The woman hummed with approval,

“Perfect.”

She grabbed her phone and answered it before it rang.

“Yes Rodrick.. Oh the Alpha you say, who could have saw that coming.. Are you sure?.. of course I can make a potion, what kind of witch would I be if I couldn’t? But are you sure, you’re messing with a prophecy Rodrick.. Alright alright it’s my job to ask, I’ll get it started and ship it out by the end of the day. Oh and Rodrick this is going to cost you double.. Pleasure doing business with you.”

She hung up her phone, she finished her potion then was about to start Rodricks, she started gathering more ingredients when her body froze.

She cleared her voice,

“Bout time you found me, just thought I’d have more time. Wyatt.”

A big masculine man walked out of the darkness of the back room behind her.

He had a rugged, chiseled face with a strong jawline accentuated by a full, neatly trimmed beard. His dark, intense eyes are deeply set beneath bold, furrowed brows, giving him a commanding and piercing gaze. A slightly aquiline nose and high cheekbones add to his striking, masculine appearance.

He chuckled,

“Getting a little rusty are we Charity, no matter how young you make yourself deep down you still an old hag.”

His voice was deep and gravelly, carrying a rugged intensity that demands attention. It has a raw, emotional weight, laced with a subtle rasp that adds depth and grit to his tone.

“I know what you came here for.”

Charity said with a shaky voice.

Wyatt nodded, looking through her potions.

“And I’m betting you know how it ends then, give me the answer I need and I promise I’ll make it painless.”

Charity shivered in fear, its moments like theses that she hates being a “Seer”

“They’re in Alaska, residing with the Bloodstone pack. But before you kill me there’s something you need to know, Kyra found her mate.”

Wyatt scrunched his face and threw a vile across the room,

“WHO!!!”

He yelled making Charity jump,

“The.. their Alpha, Ryder. I just got off the phone with someone asking me to make a potion to break the bond.”

Wyatt narrowed his eyes straight on Charity’s pushing his Alpha powers on her,

“Who, who else knows about Kyra?!”

Charity tried to resist but couldn’t he was to strong,

“Elder Rodrick, he was the one who sent them there. He’s the only one besides myself who knows about Kyra I swear.”

Wyatt growled,

“f*****g Rodrick, should have known he had a hand in this.” Wyatt pointed his finger at Charity, “Wait, if you can make a potion to break a bond, can you make a potion to create one?”

Charity’s eyes widened, she tried to lie but Wyatt was still pushing his Alpha powers.

“Yes, but it would have consequences. It would lack the true soul-deep connection of a real mate bond and could lead to instability. Potential side effects like emotional confusion or a sense of something ‘missing’. Physical discomfort or illness as the body rejects the false connection. Or a dependency on the potion to maintain the illusion, requiring frequent doses. But all this doesn’t matter, you’re going to force me to make the potion anyway.”

Wyatts face softened, he gave her a smile,

“Now don’t put it that way, think of it as. You give me everything I need and I’ll make your death.. less painful.”

A tear fell from Charity’s eye, her lip quivering.

“Now the potion to break the bond, they both need to drink it or can one due?”

Charity’s breathe shakes,

“If the bond is deeply rooted in both mates, then both would need to take the potion for the severance to be complete. In some cases, if the potion is powerful enough, one mate taking it could be sufficient. However, the other mate might suffer residual effects, such as emotional pain, confusion, or even physical weakness, as the bond is forcibly broken without their participation..”

Wyatt chuckled,

“Yea I don’t give a s**t about what the Alpha will feel, what about the other potion?”

Charity cleared her throat,

“It depends on how the potion is designed, but typically, only the werewolf who needs to feel the bond would need to take it. The potion could be crafted to alter that individual’s perception and emotions, making them believe the bond exists without requiring the other person’s participation. However, this would create an unequal fake bond: one werewolf would feel the connection deeply, while the other might sense nothing.”

Wyatt licked his lips,

“Again Char, I don’t give a s**t. I just need Kyra to bond to me, I need her to accept me so I can use her to breed my army. That’s it! Now how long will it take to make both potions?”

Charity did the calculations in her head,

“24 hours give or take, the bonding one will take more time then the un-bonded one. But if I don’t send out the un-bonding one to Rodrick then he’ll know something is wrong.”

Wyatt nodded his head,

“Right, right. You make that one first and ship it out then you work on mine, and just so you don’t get any funny ideas. I’ll stay here till the job is done.”

Wyatt sat in a chair and watched Charity work.

Hours went by, Charity finished the un-bonding potion, she shipped it out and immediately started on the other one. More hours went by and she finally finished the potion, her hands shook as she handed Wyatt the vile.

Wyatt swiped it out of her hand and held it in the light, inspecting it.

Charity cleared her throat,

“Before you give it to her you need to mix a drop of your blood, as soon as you do that you need to give her the potion immediately after.”

Tears started falling from her face.

Wyatt sighed,

“It’s a shame I have to kill you, I could use someone like you. But witches.. can’t be trusted. Your kind show no loyalty to anyone, you help vampires and werewolves. You help whoever has the most amount of money, see money is just paper and like paper..” Wyatt fast as lightning grabbed Charity by her throat and lifted her off the ground, “It’s burns. Thank you for your service.”

Charity clawed at Wyatts hand trying to breathe, Wyatt squeezed his hand. A loud snap filled the air, Charity’s body went limp.

Another man walked in he had a sharp, chiseled face with a strong jawline and a neatly groomed beard. His piercing honey brown eyes are framed by thick brows, carrying a mix of intensity and charm. His sun-kissed skin and slightly tousled, medium-length hair brushed back give him a polished yet natural appearance.

“Did you get what you need? You find out where she is.”

His voice is deep and smooth, carrying a natural Southern drawl that gives it a relaxed and laid-back feel. It has a gravelly texture, with an easy charm and an edge of ruggedness, making every word sound effortless yet deliberate.

Wyatt dropped Charity’s lifeless body on the ground and put the vile in his pocket,

“Yup and then some, she’s in Alaska with the Bloodstone pack. I think it’s time for visit, alert the others and inform Hector. We’re going to need help passing through the Vampire territory to get to her. Oh and Jayce, get the gas cans, we need to torch her body.”

Jayce left then returned with a gas cans, he poured gasoline all over her body and the room.

Wyatt took out two cigarettes, he pulled out a pack of matches and light them up. Jayce threw the can and walked up to Wyatt, he handed Jayce one of the cigarettes. Wyatt threw the lit matches on the floor and the whole room went up in flames.