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Diaries of a Hybrid and Her Mate

R18 ***MATURE CONTENT*** Beautiful Aubrianne Ivanov, The student, the Hybrid, the stripper, and the aspiring Accountant. Raised by her single mom, had a tough childhood. With low self-esteem, she became an outcast and was alone one too many times for her liking. Time spent at her part-time job, she eventually grew into a brave, confident, and determined young woman who walked right into an opportunity that would change her life forever. Will Aubrianne truly feel whole? Will she find what has been missing in her life? Will she allow herself happiness and joy? Will she find love, and most importantly, will she survive what's to come? Join Aubrianne on her journey as she discovers a whole new world and who/what she is. She also navigates all the heartbreak, betrayal, drama, and exciting and thrilling events that come her way... Excerpt: Aubrianne quickly jumped out of the vehicle and ran around to him. Then she heard her father's words, "Take him to the dungeons." Four men from her father's personal security stepped up to arrest Zayne to drag him off to the dungeons, and suddenly, the open atmosphere became charged and suffocating at the same time. Suddenly, the light and breezy atmosphere became still. When everyone under pressure struggled to look at the source, including the security guards, who suddenly looked pale, they saw a calm Aubrianne clutching her necklace in her hand, her eyes glowing that gorgeous blue, indicating Leia was out and very present and feral. "No one touches him." Aubrianne had stepped in front of her mate. The top of her head reached a little below Zayne's chest, and she spoke low and deadly. It was a fatal command that not one of them could refute. If they choose to fight her command, they die.

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Can never claim me!

Aubrianne Ivanov

Interesting, Aubrianne thought. She had arched an eyebrow, and her eyes widened, then dimmed at the site, not that Daniel could see her face.

Next to the bed, about three feet away, more candles lit a pathway to a table and a chair on either side on a platform a few inches off the ground.

A shimmering white tablecloth spread over the table, and the cutleries were wrapped in a white cloth with lace material shielding it and clipped with a fancy silver broach-like clip, gorgeous white oversized oval-shaped plates.

So fancy, Aubrianne thought, her eyes slid across to two sets of glasses, one wine and the other a Champagne flute.

There was also a clear glass waiter with some condiments on them, medium-sized bottles of ketchup, garlic sauce, honey mustard, and pepper. Aubrianne eagerly wondered what dinner was, putting the bed behind her.

She was jumping to conclusions.