Betrayed By The Alpha, Desired By The Hybrid

chapter10

Emma's POV

The secret passage led straight into the woods. As soon as Master told me to leave and never come back, I bolted. I didn’t stop to think, just ran as fast as I could.

Master never liked me. I mean, I can’t even blame him for how he treated me, but it still sucked. I was completely stunned when Leo just went ahead and chopped that vampire’s head off. What the hell was he thinking when he did that?

It’s not like this was new. They’d been bullying me for ages. He knew it—there’s no way he didn’t see what I was going through. But did he step in to help? Nope. When they made me do their chores and treated me like trash, he just let it happen.

They made my life hell every day, and Leo didn’t make it any better. He was cruel, always looking down on me like I was nothing. Being around him made me feel so small.

So why is he acting all dramatic now? What’s changed?

I stumbled as I ran, my heart pounding. Branches smacked me in the face a few times, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. What if Master changed his mind and decided to come after me? The thought made my stomach twist.

It was pitch dark, and I had no clue where I was going. My face still throbbed from that punch. I had no idea vampire punches hurt that bad.

I must’ve covered a lot of ground before I tripped on something and fell hard. My head slammed against a rock—or something just as hard—and my vision exploded with black dots. Next thing I knew, I was out cold.

When I came to, it was morning, but something felt off. There was this weird energy in the air. I turned my head and froze. A vampire was standing there, staring at me. His red eyes burned with rage, his fangs and claws fully out.

My whole body locked up. Vampires weren’t supposed to be out during the day. What was he doing walking around like this without a scratch?

Leo’s vampires always wore the Blue Eyes necklaces. They let them stay in the sun without getting burned. But this guy? He didn’t have one, yet here he was, totally fine. I knew he wasn’t one of Leo’s vampires. I couldn’t explain it, but I just knew. He even smelled different—like a rotting corpse. It was disgusting.

His eyes kept darting to my hand. I looked down and realized my hand was bleeding. I didn’t even know how I got hurt, but the blood was clearly driving him crazy. He couldn’t take his eyes off it.

Before I could think to run, he attacked. He grabbed my hand and sank his fangs into it. I tried to fight back, but he was way too strong—at least five times stronger than me.

In that moment, I wished I had my wolf. If I had it, at least I could’ve fought back a little, maybe slowed him down. I wouldn’t win, but I wouldn’t feel this helpless either.

But I didn’t have my wolf, and he just kept going, feeding on me like some wild animal. The sounds he made were disgusting, and the pain was unbearable. It shot through my whole body like fire.

I was getting weaker by the second. I could feel the life draining out of me. My vision blurred, and the thought hit me: Is this it? Is this how I die? At the hands of some bloodsucking monster? Tears ran down my face. I stopped struggling. What was the point?

He froze all of a sudden and spit out my blood, like it had turned bitter in his mouth. After gulping it down like a maniac, now he looked disgusted. His grip loosened, and I dropped to the ground like a ragdoll, barely able to feel anything except the waves of pain crashing through me.

“What… what the hell did you do to me?” he croaked, his voice raspy and shaky. His hands flew to his neck as he started choking, his eyes bulging like they were about to burst out of his head. Sweat and tears dripped down his face, making him look even more pathetic.

“You… you…” he stammered, pointing a trembling finger at me. “You… evil…” He couldn’t even finish his sentence. Before I could react, he started hacking up all the blood he’d just drained from me, coughing and gagging until he dropped dead right in front of me. Then, like some freaky magic trick, his body vanished. Just gone.

I couldn’t even process it. My body was too weak, and my mind was spinning. I just laid there, trying to catch my breath, my heart pounding so hard it felt like it’d burst out of my chest.

What the hell just happened? A vampire who could walk in sunlight without a Blue Eyes necklace… and now he was dead and gone without a trace.

Something was seriously wrong. None of this felt normal—it felt dark, twisted, like some kind of black magic.

Before I could even catch my breath, I heard noises. My heart jumped as I picked up a scent—familiar but different. It wasn’t a vampire this time. It was werewolves. And not just one.

Panic shot through me. I forced myself to stand, every muscle screaming in protest. Three of them emerged from the trees, their faces set in deep frowns. My stomach dropped. Was I ever going to get a break?

I studied them closely and felt a tiny bit of relief—they weren’t from the Full Moon Pack. They weren’t Leo’s men. Thank God.

The last thing I needed was anyone from my old pack finding me and dragging me back to that nightmare.

“Are you Emma?” one of them asked, his voice cold and sharp.

My breath hitched. My name? How the hell did they know my name?

I swallowed hard, my knees weak. “No. Who’s Emma?” I lied, trying to sound calm even though my heart was racing.

They didn’t say anything. Just stared at me.

I turned and started walking away as calmly as I could, hoping they’d let me go. Maybe they had the wrong person. Maybe they didn’t care.

But then they started laughing. Loud, cruel laughter that stopped me in my tracks.

Before I could even turn around, they were all around me.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going, murderer?” the oldest one growled, grabbing my arm. His grip was like a vise. “You’re Emma, right?” He spat my name like it was filth.

The other two chuckled like this was some kind of sick joke. Then, out of nowhere, the older guy pulled out a silver gun.

Before I could even blink, he shot the other two—two bullets each.

They dropped instantly, their bodies hitting the ground with a thud.

I screamed, frozen in place.

What the hell just happened? Weren’t they on the same side? Why did he kill them? And with a silver gun, no less?

Silver guns were no joke. They were made with silver and some other stuff I didn’t know about, but I’d seen them in action. They killed werewolves faster than anything else.

“Now, darlin’,” the older guy drawled, flashing a grin full of rotten, yellow teeth. His cowboy accent was thick, almost mocking.

“Your Alpha’s offering a $1,000,000 bounty for you—dead or alive. So…” His grin turned dark, and his tone dropped dangerously low. “What’s it gonna be? Dead? Or alive?”

My stomach twisted into knots. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. I was too scared to move. Too scared to even hope for a way out.