Hybrid Alpha’s Prettiest Obsession

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Malakai

I wasn’t about to let it slide. That's why they weren't differentiated from the humans. They should all be dead or slaves to serve and control. Hence the contract for binding.

That was why Mina couldn't say no to me.

“We’ll finish this soon,” I said finally. "No more half-measures. Wipe them all out. As for those who surrender, let them drink the blood and sign the contract. If they hesitate, kill them.”

Conrad nodded, his expression hard. "The elders agree, but they’re cautious. The bloodshed has been growing, and if we push too far, the Council might intervene."

I scoffed. “Those bloody fools won’t lift a finger unless it threatens their power. As long as we control the flow of blood, they’ll stay out of it. Besides…” My mind went back to the last meeting. The insistence for a marriage alliance with a pureblood. What was that? To purge the existence of humans?

Pttff. Lies upon lies.

“I agree,” Conrad said in a carefully measured tone. “But you need to watch our back. The elders might get nervous if their request about that... you know…”

“They’ll get nervous if they think they’re losing control.” I coldly met his gaze. “Which is why we need to handle this swiftly. No hesitation. Wipe them out before they have a chance to retaliate again. Then they may ignore their silly request.”

Conrad looked at me for a long moment, his jaw tightening before he finally nodded. "Understood."

The silence returned heavier this time. To me, the deaths, the bloodshed—it was all a necessary evil. The halflings and humans had always been beneath us, and their rebellion, their resistance, only proved that they were nothing more than pests that needed exterminating.

“Get the warriors ready,” I ordered, my voice final. “We will go for inspection around the city. I need names and locations of every alley and the blueprint of every building. We are going fishing in two days.”

Conrad bowed his head slightly, a show of respect, and turned to leave. But before he stepped away, he hesitated. “Malakai…” His tone was softer now, more cautious.

“What is it?”

“The death count’s rising on both sides. There’s only so much more we can afford before even our own starts to question this. If we push too hard…”

I narrowed my eyes, cutting him off. “Let them question it. Let them see what happens when they doubt my rule.”

Conrad’s gaze flickered with something unreadable before he simply nodded and walked away, leaving me alone in the hallway.

I stood there for a moment, my thoughts dark and cold. The halflings, the humans—they had always been a nuisance, but now they were becoming a real threat. And threats needed to be eliminated.

One way or another, I would make sure they knew their place.

Beneath us. Beneath me.

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#Mina

I hadn't just lost control.

One moment, I was crying pitifully, wondering when my life had become this, and the next moment, I was losing my mind. Malakai Bloodrot was a viper—an inheritor of the Vipers Pack. For goddess' sake, they had razors for teeth! I hadn’t noticed it because he’d been deceptive, hiding it from me.

What I had seen while we were dating was his immaculate teeth. I’d always suspected they were too perfect... Oh, how right I was. My ex-boyfriend, who had disappeared without a trace, was an Alpha, an inheritor…

…of wolves.

For some reason, I became excited. Those dead, dark blue eyes were on me, his cold lips unsmiling, promising darkness. Yet his movements contradicted that display of coldness. His large, paw-like hands trailed over my shoulders, watching me intently.

He derived satisfaction from watching me squirm. This wasn’t the Malakai I had known. This was a hardened warrior. A man forged under blood and screams of innocent halflings and humans. Cherry’s screams, Tito’s anguish...

Yet here I was, allowing him to grind against my clit. I bit my lower lip in ecstasy. I raised my eyes to meet his cold ones. Our eyes locked—deep clashes of blue and want. Hidden in those dead eyes was desire.

We could both agree we had missed each other’s bodies. Malakai Bloodrot… I hated him for making me break my promise to Tito. I should have run out of this room the first chance I got. Pompeo’s whips would have been better than this.

But I had to earn money.

And I had to show Malakai that I had gotten better at controlling my emotions.

None of it worked.

When I came to, the world felt slow and fuzzy, like I’d been dragged through fog. My head throbbed with a dull ache, and as I blinked against the blue light of the room, and confusion instantly gripped me.

I wasn’t meant to be here.

The bed beneath me felt too soft, too foreign. I bolted upright, panic flashing through me, and the first thing I did was glance wildly around the room. Empty. Quiet. Eerily quiet. My heart began to hammer hard against my chest. I swung my legs off the bed and stood, swaying slightly as a wave of dizziness hit. My breath came fast, panic rising with each second. Why hasn’t anyone come for me? Why haven’t they woken me up?

The last thing I remembered... well, it wasn’t exactly a blur, but I wish it were. A flush crept up my neck at the memory, and I clenched my fists, trying to shake off the mortification threatening to crush me. The end point was: I’d completely lost control. And for what? A few breathless moments in sheets, forgetting the promise I’d made to myself, to Tito, and letting myself get swept up in Malakai’s dead eyes that only brightened when he caught a whiff of my desire.

"Brilliant, Mina," I muttered, pacing the room. "Absolutely bloody brilliant. What were you thinking? Oh wait, you weren’t thinking, were you?"

I froze when my eyes landed on the desk. A large wad of cash sat there, stacked neatly, as though it weren't there. What the hell… I stared at it, my heart still hammering, but this time for a different reason. Money. A ridiculous amount of money, by the looks of it. Should last me for about two weeks. And for two people, a week tops. I crept closer, half-expecting it to disappear like a mirage if I blink too hard.

“What’s this then?” I whispered to myself, reaching out to touch the top note almost reverently. Crisp, new bills—far too much for one night’s... entertainment. My stomach grumbled, and I snatched my hand back, disgusted with myself.

"Honestly, what were you expecting, Mina? A pat on the back and a ‘good job’? You’re in over your head, and you know it." I let out a long sigh, rubbing my forehead where the headache still throbbed. "This... this was not supposed to happen."

I started pacing again, my thoughts tumbling over one another. Was this why no one had come for me?I wasn’t supposed to sleep here; that much was clear. The unspoken rules of this contracted oath and devilish arrangement meant that I should’ve left as soon as I could stand on my own two feet. But I hadn’t, had I?

"Maybe Malakai told them to leave me alone. Maybe I’m just that pathetic now, lying around waiting for—what exactly? Pity?" I let out a short, bitter laugh. "Or maybe they just think I’m not worth bothering with anymore. Well, that’s comforting." I stopped pacing long enough to eye the money again. What am I supposed to do with this?

I picked up the stack, weighing it in my hands, and counted it quickly. It was more than I’d seen in one place in a very long time. My mind asked many questions, some I didn’t want to answer.

Was this Malakai’s idea of p*****t? A little reward for my lack of self-control? I pressed my palms to my eyes, trying to stop the endless loop of self-pity. "I told myself I wouldn’t end up here. Not again. And yet, here I am. Broke, broken, and… bribed?" I scoffed at the absurdity of it all. "Bribed with bloody cash because I couldn’t keep my legs shut. Well done, Wihelmina."

I dropped the money back on the desk and slumped into the nearest chair, running a hand through my hair. What would Tito say if he saw me now? He’d made me promise, hadn’t he? To stay away from the Alphas, to keep my head down, not get involved in their bloody games. But I broke that promise. First chance I got, I broke it. "What’s the alternative, though?" I muttered, staring at the ceiling. "What am I supposed to do, starve? Let Pompeo’s lot whip me until there’s nothing left of my pride or my skin?" I sighed deeply, knowing there were no easy answers.

A bitter smile tugged at my lips. "Some options I’ve got: be a slave to these bloody Alphas or starve. What a life."

I couldn’t help but laugh at myself, though there was nothing funny about my situation. "I can’t even blame Malakai for this, can I? No, I walked right into it, all on my own. He just… opened the door."

But there was a part of me that couldn’t help wondering—why the money? Why the silence? Was he trying to send me a message?

I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees, staring at the pile of cash again. Maybe he thinks I’ll take this and disappear. Maybe he expects me to crawl back to him with my tail between my legs, a lesson learned. "Or maybe," I whispered to myself, just as the thought creeped in despite my best efforts to shove it away, "maybe he doesn’t care at all."

I let out another sigh, standing up and straightening my clothes, as if that would somehow put me back together. "Right. Enough moping around, Mina. Time to face the music." But as I glanced at the door, the thought of leaving filled me with dread. What now? I had nowhere to go, no real plan beyond surviving the next few days. I'd be caught, and what next? What would Tito say if he could see me now? I knew exactly what he’d say. He’d be disappointed. He’d be angry. And worst of all, he’d be right.

I squared my shoulders, trying to shake off the sinking feeling in my stomach. There was no end to this suffering, was there? No point in feeling sorry for myself taking the money, or facing Malakai again.

Either way, I was stuck.