The Hybrids Fated Mate

BellaThe dark haired man gives me thirty minutes to sort myself out. He hands me a plate of food. “You need all the energy you can get to make it through tonight.”The dark haired man walks me through the crowds. A mixture of cheers and boos come from the Humans, Wolves and Lycans. The dark haired man pushes me into the boxing ring before I had a chance to ask a question“Good Luck.” He nods to someone behind me.I turn to see a man standing opposite me. Shorts barely skim his hips. His toned body seemed to have the females gushing over him. He is easily over six feet tall and well built. Compared to my small five foot frame, he was massive. He was a Lycan.Size never scared me. He was going to die.“A little girl, you want me to fight a little girl?” He shouts out to the crowd. There is a unanimous cheer. “Then let’s give the crowd what they want.”He takes a step towards me, pulling his arm back, ready to throw a fist at my face. Annoyance flashes through his dark blue eyes as I ea

BellaI didn’t want to be here. He kept firing question after question. Trying to find a way in. He wouldn’t let me leave either. One minute he was telling me that I had no choice but to stand in front of the King. The next he said he would decide.When I asked him why, he told me that I would likely have to testify. To ensure Dom gets the death penalty.Aiden sets a plate of food in front of me. Though he didn’t seem annoyed when I didn’t touch it. A smile crept over his face as I sniffed it first. For all I know, it could be laced with wolfsbane.“You have to eat something.”“Not hungry.”“I can hear your stomach growling from here.” He grins at me. Which just made me more determined to annoy him. He would have to accept that I didn’t want or need his help at some point.“I said I’m not hungry.”I kept my distance as much as I could. Not allowing him to get close enough to put his hands on me. “What about your mother?” The question came from nowhere. He watches me from his desk. Hi

BellaAiden keeps his eyes on the road. His jaw clenching and unclenching. He probably had a million questions. And yet, he kept his mouth shut. So much for him hating the silence.I don’t even know why I wanted him to see the scars. I just felt like he should know. I wanted him to know.“Your father did that to you?” He mutters after a few miles.I nod my head.He pulls the car off to the side, bringing us to a stop.“Why? Did you do something?”I stare into his strange grey eyes. I wish I knew what he was thinking. He was just so hard to read.“My father made me what I am.”“That includes beating you so much that you are scarred for life?”I shrug my shoulders at him. It was all I had ever known. The beatings were to make me stronger. The burns, to help me learn to withstand pain. Everything he did was to make me more resilient. To make me something that he couldn’t be. He had led me to believe it. He convinced me that I wanted it. Grace lost it when she found out a month ago. It

Bella“Will you just stop talking!” I snap. I was sick of the questions. Sick of him trying to make me out to be a victim.“I'm trying to help.”“I don’t need help!”“Your father really did a number on you, didn’t he?”He ignores my growling as he approaches me.“What did he tell you? That you couldn’t be friends with others? That everyone was an enemy? Because if you believe that your entire life, your life is going to be pretty shit.”He pulls off his shirt and tosses it into the laundry basket. He was going to hit me, just like my father did.My father did the same thing when he punished me. The shirt would come off and then he would pull the belt from his jeans. The difference was Aiden was not my father.“GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!” I scream at him. “I am not your punch bag and if you try to touch me, I will claw your eyes out.”His eyes narrow and then widen in confusion, he looks down at his torso. “I’m just changing my shirt.”He pauses to look at me and silently crosses to th

BellaI watch from the window as they leave. They drive off without even looking up to see if I’m watching. I knew what they would find. I knew that Aiden would pick up the scents in my old bedroom and he would know that things had been a lot worse than what I had let on. The scarred back was nothing.An hour goes by before I check the door. I was surprised it wasn’t locked. But we had made a deal. I could at least stay here until there was news.Heading back to the window, I pull the chair over and make myself comfortable. Watching the people on the street below.The knock interrupts my thoughts. Halle doesn’t wait for permission to come in. She swans in, her raven hair fanned out over her shoulders.“Are you okay?” She beams at me.“Fine.”“Do you want to grab something to eat?”“No.”“Is that all you ever say? One word answers?”I flash my golden eyes in her direction and don’t say anything.“Geez, I’m just trying to be nice.” She folds her arms across her chest and pouts.Rolling