His Forbidden Mate

Years ago… When Grayson Knight found his mate, he knew their love would never be simple. He was the alpha of the Stone Moon pack and Hailey was a vampire. They were complete opposites, but somehow, they made it work. Once the pack accepted them, life settled… they enjoyed the goodness of the mate bond. But one fear never left their hearts, their children. Vampires weren't supposed to reproduce. But Hailey was different. So different that she left their law behind and gave birth to two kids. Damien and Aliyah. Damien’s eighteenth birthday came first. Everyone held their breath… until he shifted into a pure werewolf. No vampire. No conflict. Just an Alpha-in-the-making. His transformation brought hope, maybe Aliyah would be the same. For the next two years, Grayson and Hailey prayed. If Aliyah had to endure the shift, let her be either one of them. Let her escape the curse of being both. Then, the night came. The pain struck. A sharp, searing agony tore through her body. Her breath hitched as she clutched her chest, eyes darting to the massive clock on the wall. The packhouse fell silent. Every eye was on her. In the open field, she screamed as the shift ripped through her body. Light brown fur spread across her hands and legs. Her body twisted and broke. Everyone watched in relief and happiness as her wolf finally appeared. “She’s a werewolf!” someone shouted. Even Hailey cried with hope. Another passing hour turned Aliyah into a beautiful light-brown wolf, and she stood on her ground, tall and proud. She gazed at the sky and with hazy eyes, she started to howl. Then something wrong flashed in her eyes. Red. A voice appeared in her head; “I will f*****g kill you…” Growls and hisses started to take place in her head and she yelled with a sudden burst of anger and pain in her head. She was both. A hybrid… The future King of Werewolves, arrived within moments. His golden eyes flickered as he took one look at her and announced the truth. As stated by the old witches and Grayson’s uncle, a ritual needed to take place right after her shift so she could choose one kind and live with it forever. The most powerful witches of the royal clan, proceeded with the ritual by making Aliyah sit in a circle made with dry leaves and blood. The smell of blood made it impossible for Aliyah to control the vampire inside her, but one threatening growl from the werewolf king made Aliyah and her wolf control the vampire inside her. The chanting began, smoke rising around Aliyah. She clutched her head as the battle between her wolf and vampire grew violent. Claws emerged from her hands, fangs lengthened in her mouth, and her body trembled as both sides fought for dominance. Aliyah screamed in pain, and the worst enemies in her body made it worse for her to breathe, both of them trying to take control of her body. But a loud growl from far away from the group of people made Aliyah, her wolf, and the vampire shut their mouths. “Rogues…” Damien whispered. “Continue with what you are doing! We will handle this!” Grayson growled. He turned around to stop the rogues from entering his pack but he was late… The rogues were already in… Aliyah’s eyes widened as she saw everyone fighting in front of her eyes and her breath became heavy. “What the heck are you thinking? Aren’t you an alpha female? Shouldn’t you be fighting with your pack instead of becoming a spoiled privileged princess?” Her wolf, Lizzy growled at her. “Yeah… Fight them… Win or die… Anyway, this blood is useless… Oh, I forgot, werewolves are useless,” Ellen, her vampire mocked. “I am not useless! Neither is my blood! I will fight!” Aliyah yelled and stood on the ground. “Aliyah, you can’t leave, we have to do this before the sun rises, or else you will be a hybrid for life,” Cassie, her aunt tried to convince her. “For life…?” Aliyah whispered in confusion. “Sit down, Aliyah… We don’t have much time. Not even two hours,” Claire, her cousin said. “Yeah… Sit down useless b***h,” Ellen hissed at Aliyah. “Fight!” Lizzy growled in Aliyah’s head. “Sit.” “Fight!” “Sit.” “Fight!” Unable to take it anymore, she shifted into her wolf and bolted toward the battle. Aliyah jumped on the first rogues that came in front of her. Ellen blocked all the voices coming into her head and smirked while sitting in the back of her mind. Aliyah wasn’t trained to fight in her wolf form and the rogues she was fighting were all trained and deadly. If Ellen can’t kill Lizzy, the rogues will. Though she would be dead too, she preferred to die instead of living with a werewolf for the rest of her life. A rogue bit on Aliyah’s back, which made Grayson and Damien growl loudly. They both ran towards her while fighting all the rogues coming their way. A group of four rogues surrounded Aliyah and the way they were looking at her told her that her end was near… The moment two of them jumped on her together was the moment when she escaped from them and started running away from them. She ran as fast as she could for a while, and when she realized that no one was following her, she halted in her tracks to take a breath of relief. She was catching her breath when a roar from the werewolf king made her shiver… ‘What happened? Is everyone alright?’ She thought. “Maybe some b***h or doggy died,” Ellen laughed. “Shut up!” Lizzy growled and started running back where everyone was fighting. It took her longer than before to make her way to everyone but once she reached and saw everyone from her family standing on their feet, she took a breath of relief. Hailey came running to her to check her wound, “This is not that deep, but still, you need to get yourself checked with the doctor.” “What the heck were you thinking? Did we ask you to fight?” Damien growled at her. Aliyah tried to come up with words but couldn’t. “Leave that for now. Go back into the circle and let Cassie and Claire do their work,” Grayson said. “Sorry, Grayson… Nothing can be done now…” Cassie sighed. “Why?” Grayson worried. With a defeated sigh coming out of her mouth, Claire motioned at the sky, and seeing the sun rising above their heads, everyone’s mouths hung open and tears rolled down Aliyah’s cheeks, “That means…” Cassie shook her head, “It’s too late.” The ritual was undone. Aliyah had made her choice. Not a werewolf. Not a vampire. She was a hybrid for life.