The Hybrid

3. Alpha

My dreams are filled with images of a large black wolf with glowing red eyes. He watches me like a predator. His eyes are haunting. Alluring.

Consciousness finally finds me as I roll onto my side and a small draft hits my shoulder.

Wait...

My eyes peel open and I shoot up as recollection of the past events hit my brain. The wolf was real. The vampire that tried to take me away. I look around to see that I am sprawled out on a black leather couch with a small grey knit blanket draped over my legs.

There is gauze wrapped around my wrist and torso. My torn clothes are bloody from the trauma they had encountered last night.

Where am I?

My heart races as I stand on my feet. I feel no pain from the wounds I had suffered. They have probably healed by now since I have the blood of a werewolf.

I look around to see that I am in a sort of living room. There is a large stone fireplace with an old wooden mantle. The rug under my toes is made of fur and the room smells faintly of spice and linen.

I glance out of the large window and see that it is now daybreak. Questions spill into my thoughts as I slowly pace back and forth in front of the couch. I have no idea where I am or how I got here.

"Good. You're awake." I hear a deep voice from behind me, causing me to jump.

My heart pounds as I turn around to face him.

He is very tall and muscular. He wears a tight black shirt and jeans, which frame his body very nicely I might add. He has shaggy dark hair and deep brown eyes. His sharp jawline is decorated with stubble that makes him look rustic. His honey tan skin is free of any scars or marks. His scent fills the room immediately, drawing my attention. It is the same scent from the majestic black wolf.

"W-who are you?" I ask abruptly without my own consent.

"Tyler." He says shortly before nodding at me, "I will have someone bring you a change of clothes. Get cleaned up and meet me in the dining hall. I need to ask you a few things."

Then he turns and leaves.

I stand there in a puzzled silence for a minute. After having zero information on the man, a young woman finally brings me a change of clothes and directs me to a small bathroom nearby.

I quickly throw on a pair of light blue jeans and a thin white shirt. Anxiety builds in the pit of my stomach as I look around for the dining hall he was talking about.

I enter the kitchen and immediately the smell of bacon fills my nose. My stomach growls as my wolf pleads to be fed. The kitchen is decorated with updated appliances and mahogany cabinets. It looks used in a homey way that reminds me of the pack house back home.

I don't see Tyler. Instead, I see another guy who has a similar build only slightly smaller. He has blonde shaggy hair and grey eyes. He turned to me and his face changed to very serious.

"Who are you?" He questioned, putting down his plate and walking closer. He looked very territorial.

"M- my name is Alexandra." I say timidly. Something about the way that this man looks at me makes my skin shrivel.

"How did you get in here, intruder?" He growls and reality sets in. He doesn't know who I am. He must think I broke in or something.

"Tyler brought me here" I began to explain.

"Oh, you should have just led with that. He didn't tell me he had a girl over again last night." He visually relaxes, his face morphing from tense to relaxed in a singular second. "You can show yourself out as soon as breakfast is over." He waves his hand as if to dismiss me.