Chapter 21
Draven stared at me. ‘We’re going to need the war room.”
The walk back was chaos. No casualties, thank the gods. School was shut down until further notice. Warriors lined every hallway.
We arrived at the Stormclaw Keep in less than fifteen minutes. The war room pulsed with magic, tension, and the lingering scent of blood. Ashrian stood beside me, Daxon on my other side, jaw still tight but no longer feral.
Alpha Draven folded his arms and glared across the table. “Talk, bloodsucker.”
Ashrian nodded. “My name is Ashrian Vale, third son of the Vale House. Centuries ago, I joined the Aegis Protocol under orders from my mother. But once I saw what they were doing, experimenting, killing, breeding hybrids..I began working against them. I’ve been sabotaging their operations ever since.”
I felt like my stomach dropped to the floor. “You were with them? You saw what they did to people like me?”
“I did,” he said, voice low. “I couldn’t save everyone. But I tried. And when I found out about you…” His eyes lifted to mine. “I stayed in the shadows. I made sure they didn’t find you.”
“Until now,” Draven growled.
Ashrian nodded. “Now they know. And they’ll come for me, too.”
“They already did,” I whispered.
The room fell silent.
And for the first time in a long damn while…I wasn’t scared.
Because I had not one, but two powerful, deadly, possessive mates.
And Lyssira was ready to tear someone’s throat out.
Let them come.
I cleared my throat, feeling like I’d just announced I was pregnant with Satan’s triplets at a church potluck.
The war room was dead silent.
Daxon stood rigid beside me, still brooding and alpha as hell. Ashrian stood on the other side like a stone statue with fangs, unreadable but… somehow steady.
And across from us?
Alpha Draven. Luna Aelira. Rylen. Jace. Taya. Every single one of them waiting for me to explain what the actual fuck was going on.
Cool. No pressure.
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‘Well, I said, glancing between them, looks like I’m collecting mates like Pokémon.”
Taya snorted. Rylen choked on his own spit.
Daxon growled. ‘Not funny.”
“A little funny,” I muttered.
Ashtian arched a brow, amused. Smug bastard.
I took a breath and straightened my spine. “The truth is… I don’t know how many mates I have. My dad’s letter said mates, plural, and warned me I’d be hunted. I assumed that meant people like me, hybrids..were rare and valuable.”
I paused, letting that sink in.
“But now? It’s more than that. The Moon Goddess appeared to me. Told me I was chosen. That I had to awaken my fae side. That I’d need help…protection, strength, love.”
Daxon flinched at the word love.
“So yeah, I went on, voice rougher now, “I’ve got a werewolf Alpha heir on one side, and a noble vampire spy on the other, and apparently the universe isn’t done yet. So if anyone else wants to come out of the woodwork and say they’re my fated soul bound ride or die, speak now or shut the hell up forever.”
Silence.
Then Alpha Draven rubbed his temples like he had a migraine the size of a pissed off bear. “Do you have any idea how many?”
I shook my head. “Nope. Could be three. Could be five. Could be enough to start a boy band.”
Jace grinned. “Do we get jackets?”
“Shut up, Jace,‘ Rylen muttered.
Taya squeezed my arm and gave me a small smile. “Whatever happens, we’ve got you. But holy shit, babe. You better start a group chat of something. This is gonna get messy.”
Daxon didn’t speak. Just reached for my hand and laced our fingers together, his wolf humming quietly in my mind.
Ashrian didn’t speak either. But he stepped closer. Just enough to let me know he wasn’t going anywhere.
And me?
I wasn’t just a hybrid anymore.
I was the Moon Goddess’s chosen.
And my soul was apparently hot real estate.
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Hunted Hybrid – Aegis War Saga 1
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