The Cursed Hybrid

Chapter 1 Angelina, 15 years old I hate this place, I have never fitted in here for as long as I can remember. The Lupine pack is one of the few purist packs left. You would think that with having a queen, Prince, and Princess as hybrids, they would change their ways, but no, they don’t. I suppose a pack that holds on to its name so tightly which literally means wolf would show you that they are proud of their heritage and believe that the wolves and Lycan’s are the only species that matters. So many people here have been made to reject their mate and take a chosen one all because they happen to be another species. It is awful. If they do decide to be with their mate, they are forever banished from the pack, and their family is never allowed to have any contact with them again if they want to stay members. There are so many of them that believe the delusional Alpha that they happily reject their family members and continue the cycle of hate. I have always been lonely here. Apparently, my evil father put a curse on me or the pack, and that is why I am the only hybrid here. His name was Malachi, and he did many awful things in the name of power and wealth. I am glad he was never in my life as I wouldn’t want to be around a person as terrible as him. I do wish he hadn’t bothered, then maybe mum could have moved to another pack, and we would have been welcomed and happy. Apart from my step dad, she was shunned as much as I was. Dad always loved me, though, and he loved mum. He was always treated fairly as he was a powerful warrior in the pack. He trained me in combat so I could always defend myself. You see, I wasn’t allowed to train with everyone. They were too worried my witch powers would come in uncontrollably, and I would hurt one of their precious pure wolves. It was just one more thing to add to the things that made me different. It made everyone believe that I was weak because I didn’t train. Yes dad did it in secret as the Alpha wanted to keep me weak and feeble so I never went against them, believing that one day I would show them all that I was as evil as my biological father. I couldn’t even use my magic. There wasn’t even one book about witches in their libraries that I could have used to help me learn my other side. Primary school was terrible, I had been excited to start. Being a young, naive pup, I thought I would finally be able to make friends. How wrong was I? Kids can be really cruel at times. It was just silly things like tripping me up ‘accidentally”, whispers about me and my family, with the silliest of thing that were not true, but people believe what they want. All of that didn’t hurt as much as being completely ignored. Feeling like you are invisible to the world is awful. Even the teachers would give me the bare minimum input as if I would cause them to be shunned by just speaking to me. Any time I did try to stick up for myself when they went a bit too far, I was the one in the blame and punished for it. It was as if the adults were blind to what everyone else did, but even a tiny slip up of mine was noticed and dealt with in any way they could get away with. It got worse by the time I reached secondary school. It seems like teenagers are even more creative and cruel than children. I was constantly getting pranked, and then I would be in trouble for the mess of my locker, my ruined school clothes or appearance, or for causing a disruption that I hadn’t. There were also the shoulder barges and well placed feet to hurt and embarrass me further. Instead of dealing with it, the adults went on and on about how clumsy and unladylike I was. They always got away with being rougher with me in physical education. It was all taken as it is a game, people can get hurt at times, and accidents happen. The only solace I had was when I went home and got to spend time with Mum and Dad. In our little cottage, we were happy together and shared love and laughter. Unfortunately, that is no more as dad was killed in a rogue attack just a week ago. Mum isn’t doing well. It’s as if she and her wolf has finally given up hope. It was only the respect for dad that mum wasn’t treated like a complete pariah. I think after being mated to an evil wizard who used her and then rejected her took enough of a toll on her but she had dad to help her and love her, and they did love each other just as much as true mates would. Now I don’t think her heart can take the pain of losing a second mate, and it scares me as I don’t think my mum will be here for much longer. I don’t think it helped that the Alpha banned us from dad’s funeral, as we would make the rest of the pack uncomfortable and prevent them from grieving. What a joke, if they had cared about dad at all they wouldn’t have shunned his family, it always hurt him the way we were treated and I know that he would have preferred just mum and I there than the whole pack but us, but we can’t go against the alpha, no matter how wrong or cruel that he is. I have had to start shopping for all the essentials and keeping the house clean. Mum hasn’t washed or has barely eaten since he died. I am just glad she taught me how to cook so we can survive. Even then, I am just getting her to take in the bare minimum she needs to survive. Exactly a month after dad died, I woke up and went to mums room to try and get her to get up and have some breakfast. When I tried to wake her, I realised that she was cold to the touch and not breathing. She had finally given up and left me on my own. I let the Alpha know through mind link, he wasn’t happy as he hates hearing my voice, but he did send the pack doctor to confirm it, along with a message that I would have to bury her myself as no one wants to touch a tainted woman. Not one person in the whole pack, including mum’s family, helped me. I had to dig a hole in our garden as the Alpha didn’t want her in the pack cemetery, so mum and dad’s wish to be together in death wasn’t fulfilled. I struggled to get her into the grave with some dignity, which was hard, and I said a few words before covering her body with the soil and crying there for hours after. The only thing to show where she was or had ever been here a part of this pack, was a large stone I managed to drag as a marker to her grave and carve the words mum on it. The Alpha still not wanting me to be a part of his pack told me that I would have to stay in our cottage alone and fend for myself. I was glad that mum and dad had money put aside for me and had taught me what I needed to survive, or I could have starved to death out here without anyone knowing or caring. Unfortunately, I also still had to attend school, where more outrageous rumours had started saying that I killed my mum with a curse. They all knew it wasn’t true, or at least I thought they weren’t stupid enough to believe it. My cousins on my mums side were the worst, and everyone started to believe their lies as they had insider knowledge apparently. They said that mums life was ruined by me, and she was forced to keep me. That I kept her and dad under a spell to look after me until I didn’t need them any longer and then killed off dad and finally mum. They said that mums family lost her, and now she was gone forever all because of me, and that I was the curse to anyone close to me. They believed it all. Even though it had been proven dad lost his life in a rogue attack, they just conveniently forgot all about that. So that was my life, and it would be my life until the day I became an adult and could leave this place. This pack was rotten to the core, and I longed for the day I could leave here. I just hope that I will be welcome somewhere, and my sperm donors' reputation wouldn't prevent me from finally finding a place to call home.