Their Little Hybrid: Once Rejected - Twice Claimed.

Chapter One: A Hybrid's Pain

Pick a side. Norton use to tell me, Pick a side and never let them see the other one - it'll be safer that way.

I hated the old fucker was right - but I wouldn't be alive right now, if it wasn't for those words of advice he gave me all those years ago.

I'd chosen a side, a life. It led me to this moment. Crawling, bleeding and broken.

My left leg was a mess, my right arm ruined - I was losing too much blood.

A rattled sob escaped me, half pained, half heartbroken as I crawled further.

"No Wolf has silver hair and eyes - whatever you are, you're not good enough to be mine, or anyone else's mate mate. I reject you, Natalie Grey - and I hope you die tonight."

The words cut as deep as Tate's claws and teeth had - hurt more than him shattering my legs and arms. Hell, even the silver he used was childsplay compared to the severing of our bond.

I thought he had loved me - thought he'd brought me out into Wild Country, the birthplace of Wolves, to finally mark and mate me after we'd discovered each other last year.

He had mated me - and then rejected and brutalized me, leaving me for dead when he was sure I wouldn't survive like an normal Wolf.

But I wasn't just a Wolf. I wouldn't die easily.

I couldn't die easily.

Silver alone was enough to leave my Wolf in tatters, a whining, whimpering mess in the back of my mind I tried desperately to calm and soothe.

But the other side of me responded to my slowing heart - desperate for release after years of being locked away, and the scent of my own blood pulled it to the surface enough I stayed alive.

Consciousness was fleeting, though I found myself in a different place each time I opened my eyes, moving further away from the border of a country I had called home and deeper into territory that was teetering on barbaric - but it was safe.

I had no family. Norton had left for some job deep in Wild Country just after my Shifting, and to be accepted into the Pack, I had to cut all contact with my caretaker.

I couldn't risk them finding out about him, even if he wasn't my father and apart of me still loathed the devil in silk suits for his choices for me - I could never deny the fact he'd saved me as a child, raised me and set me up for a good life.

That is, until I let Tate string me along, letting him fool me into thinking the longer we waited to mark and mate, the more dedicated we were to each other - the stronger our bond would be.

I was so stupid - he never wanted me. He never loved me.

Now - he could never know I survived. 

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The sun beamed down through a break in the dark clouds, I shivered from the water that clung to my body front crossing rivers. If it hadn't been for my enhanced strength, I might have drowned or been swept by the currents,

I thought I was moving towards safety, that my senses and the Goddess would carry me to a place I could recover and heal somewhere in the mountains.

But as night fell, I heard them - Wolves.

They drifted closer as I managed to sit up, my side and arm forcing me to bite my lip to keep from crying out in pain.

I was in a small valley near the mountain. My naked, torn back pressed against a rock that was cold and jagged, a rasped hiss leaving me as I leaned back, hearing the voices again.