Hybrid Aria I
- Genre: Werewolf
- Author: Jessica Hall
- Chapters: 51
- Status: Completed
- Age Rating: 18+
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When werewolf hybrid Aria escapes her abusive stepfather, the Alpha of the Blackmoon Pack, she has no idea what kind of trouble she’s gotten herself into. With her little sister Lily by her side, she finds herself in the maw of an enemy’s territory. An enemy that will surely bring about not only her demise, but that of the girl she’s practically raised. Reid the Alpha of the Bloodmoon Pack was known for being cruel and merciless and had driven Hybrid's into extinction, now Aria must find a way to keep her secret from coming to light which is easier said than done when he suddenly starts showing an interest in her. But Reid has a secret that Aria is his mate. Aria tries her best to avoid him at all cost, yet she can't help but feel drawn to him putting her life at risk. So what happens when he learns the truth and she finds out she is to be his mate, will he hand her back to her stepfather and reject her or will he fight to keep her safe from those who hunt her.
Fear. Pure fear, the sort of fear that makes your skin itch. When you can feel every hair on your body rise, when you feel like your skin is crawling. Fear that makes your body freeze, paralysing you on the spot, that’s the sort of fear I felt when I heard her blood-curdling scream.
The only thing was I was her big sister, so I couldn’t run away. I had no choice but to move, to go to her. I forced my legs up the front porch of the Pack house, running in the direction I could hear her screaming my name. My feet pound on the floorboards in panic. I’m moving so fast, I felt myself slipping on the hallway rug, making me skid along the floor and into the wall. My head and shoulder twist at an awkward angle into the kitchen door frame, with enough force that black dots danced in front of my vision. My collarbone and shoulder send shooting pain through my body as I feel my shoulder dislocate on impact.
“Aria! Aria!” Her petrified scream echoed through the house. Jumping to my feet, my head spun. I turned the corner into the kitchen to see the Alpha dragging my sister by her hair into the basement with a whip in his other hand. I start running to her, grabbing the basement door frame just in time for him to slam the door shut on my fingers. My own scream escapes my lips in agony. I reach for the door handle, only to find it's been locked. I start trying to yank my hand free. I could hear her crying and screaming for me on the other side of the door.
“LEAVE HER ALONE!” I screamed at him, slamming my body into the door, trying to free my fingers and get in. Not being able to get a run-up, I threw my body with all my might towards the side where my fingers were stuck, the door moving just enough for me to free my injured bloody mangled hand. My fingers were definitely broken as they twisted and jutted out at unnatural angles. Backing up into the kitchen, I ran full force into the door and bounced off, knocking the air out of my lungs. I stood up, backing up again and running harder. I dropped my shoulder hitting the door with so much force it burst open, my feet hitting air as my body was thrown down the stairs landing at a weird angle. My head smashing into the basement’s concrete floor.
Two weeks earlier
“Come on, Lily, time to get up,” I whispered to my six-year-old sister. She rolled on the mattress stretching and yawning, her beautiful sapphire blue eyes fluttering open to look back at me. Our room was the smallest in the Packhouse and at the back of the house away from everyone. The room consisted of a double bed mattress, a window, and a few toys for Lily. All our possessions easily fit in the duffle bag that was also our wardrobe.
“You've been jogging, Ari,,” she said, sleepily looking down at my outfit.
“No, they are just comfy now. Come on you have to get ready for school,” I sat next to her on the mattress on the floor. Lily sat up frowning at me. I pulled her pyjamas top off before pulling her school shirt over her head.
“Quick, hop up and put your pants on while I get ready,” I told her.
I quickly got up, walked over to the duffle bag next to the mattress, and pulled m