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Alpha's Unhinged Mate (Hybrid Aira Sequel)

You know how parent's always talk about the wild child, the bad influence. The person no one wants their kids hanging out with. Well growing up that was me. They called me unhinged, they weren't wrong. My life altered by a monster. My wolf altered permanently, uncontrollable, reckless. Not only destroying my wolf but also me. My fater was is the Alpha of The Black Moon Pack and I am the only heir to take over. I never wanted to be Alpha, but not because I am weak, not because I'm not Alpha Material. No one of those things, but because I wan't normal. When I was 6 years old my pack was attacked by hunters. They tested mutated genes on me, What Kade and the hunters had done, not only Altered my wolf but destroyed any chance of me being able to control my wolf. She is crazed, untamed and has no control once she takes over. My family tried for years to help me control her. But she was unhinged and now a danger to everyone. The older I got, the stronger she got. I feared my wolf and what she was capable of. Which made people fear me. We still don't know the effects the mutated gene will have on me, one thing we know is, when I turned of age, I didn't find a mate. I don't think I have one. How could I when my wolf had all bonds to the human part severed. So how is it possible to bond with another when she can't even bond with her human counterpart. I am glad enough, I couldn't destory someone like that, no one wants a broken mate. No one wants the unhinged Alpha.

Jessica Hall · Fantasía
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52 Chs

Chapter 46

Unknown POV

Betrayal, that s all this will ever be viewed as, I knew the risk, knew what I was leaving behind. But I couldn t let him die. Couldn t lose my mate, not even for the pack. He would hate me for what I am about to do. Hate that I betrayed the pack like this. Lily is my best friend and I never would have done this to her. But I can t live without him. Live without my mate. I knew something was seriously wrong when he didn t return from border patrol. Then getting home to a note on the door written in my mate s blood.

Knew instantly, he has never been more than five minutes late home, always eager to get back to me. He was going to hate me for this. But at least he will be alive. I can live with him hating me. I can t live with him dead.