Skaydal - Hybrid's Omega

5

Amani

I was mortified as I kept my gaze on my hands. My father was ribbing me about holding Josiah’s hand in public. I couldn’t believe this was happening.

“I am not a child,” I hissed without looking up.

“Well, I beg to differ,” my father snapped. “Especially since you are acting like a child,”

“Gavin,” my mother whispered. “Leave it for now,” I shook my head as I forced myself to look up. My eyes met Josiah’s and I wanted to smile, except he didn’t look happy, and I frowned. Was he angry with me? I had no idea what he was thinking and when he turned to look at the stage, I forced myself to do the same. Zack was talking into the mic, but it was as though I couldn’t hear him as my mind raced with thoughts of why Josiah didn’t look happy. He had been smiling, he had been happy, or at least that is what I had thought. Was he upset that I was seated with my family instead of by his side? He had yet to make use of my number and I sighed in disappointment. Was my family, right? Was this a mistake? I didn’t want to believe that, especially since my family barely knew Josiah.

“Stop it,” my father warned, and I sighed as I forced myself to pay attention. Zack and Mato had left the stage and were now seated but Grayson and Sierna had stepped up and were congratulating the newlyweds. I tried to pay attention, but my gaze went back to Josiah. He was extremely handsome with his thick dark brown hair that had been slicked back. His dark brown eyes sparkled with amusement at whatever was being said up on stage. His full lips turned up in a smile and when his tongue darted out to wet his lips, I shuddered as a wave of want filled me. Suddenly, he snapped his head and our eyes met. However, instead of smiling at me, he frowned before he scowled and looked away. My heart skipped a beat, and I slumped back in my seat. This was a disaster, and I wasn’t even sure how to fix any of it. I blamed my family, but they were only looking out for me.

“Amani,” my mother whispered as she took my hand in hers. “Please, try to be happy for them and stop worrying about…him,” she begged, and I sighed loudly as I pulled my hand away.

“Yes,” I growled out as I once again forced myself to pay attention. The speeches seemed to be over as waiters started handing out the first course. My eyes kept flickering over to Josiah, but he had his back turned, and as far as I could tell, he was enjoying his conversation with Grayson and Sierna.

“Amani,” my father called out as I rushed inside the house. It was late and the reception was over and all I wanted to do was go to my room and sleep. “Amani, we need to discuss this,” I spun around and glared at my parents.

“What do you want to discuss?” I questioned angrily.

“Amani…you will have to reject him,” my mother whispered, and I scoffed in disbelief.

“Just because he is friends with Alpha and Luna, doesn’t mean he is a good person,” my father tried to point out, but I simply shook my head.

“He is a good person,” I stressed. “Grayson and Sierna wouldn’t have allowed him to stay in Skaydal if he was a bad person,”

“Amani,”

“No, Mother, this isn’t fair. He is my mate, and we haven’t even gotten to know each other yet and you…you want me to reject him. Why?” I didn’t bother to stop the tears as I started to cry.

“He is not good for you,” she said softly.

“You mean he is not good enough for me,” I corrected, but she hurriedly shook her head.

“No, Amani. He is not good for you. He is a hybrid. A warlock!” Her disgust was clear as day and I finally understood.

“Ah, so this is about him being a warlock…I should have known,” I sighed as I wrapped my arms around my middle.

“Amani, warlocks…witches…they are devious creatures and who knows what is lurking in his past!” my father exclaimed as he wrapped his arm around my mother’s shoulders. He wasn’t wrong and I slowly stepped back.

“I get it,” I whispered, and the truth was, I did get it, but that didn’t mean I was going to give up. “But I have to give him a chance,”

“Amani…” my mother tried, and I put up my hand.

“We have to give him a chance,” I all but begged as I stared at them pleadingly. My mother looked skeptical, but my father simply shook his head. “I would rather we give him a chance together…or else I will move out,” the threat felt horrible on my tongue, but I was determined. My mother sighed as she gazed up at my father, who looked horrified. “Give him a chance because I plan to give him a chance. I plan to get to know him. He is my mate and if you can’t accept him then…well, then you will lose me,” I hated to say it, but it needed to be said.

“Amani, we aren’t doing this to hurt you,” my mother whispered, but I wasn’t going to listen to any more of this. I turned on my heels and headed for my bedroom.

“Amani, wait!” my father called out and I froze. “We will give him a chance,” I turned around and ran back to them as I embraced them. Relief washed over me as they cuddled me against them. Now all I had to do was be patient. Otherwise, I would be the one organizing a date.