The Female Hybrid Everyone Hated Chapter 01

The Female Hybrid Everyone Hated Chapter 01

The wedding drums were still echoing in my chest when the Moon Goddess spoke.

“Win the heart of one of the four mates I gave you before your twenty fifth moon or your soul will be erased forever. That was our deal little hybrid. And yet…you failed”

“How pathetic, tell me was humiliation not exhausting?”

Her voice slid into my head the way it always did — warm, unbothered, like she was commenting on the weather rather than ending my life.

“And now you can no longer continue, your time is up.”

I stood outside the great hall of the castle stronghold, back pressed against cold stone, listening to the crowd roar inside.

Through the heavy oak doors came the sound of horns, of celebration, of Rose’s breathless laughter as Dorian — the Lycan King, the last of my four assigned males — sealed his vows to her with a kiss.

It had been twenty-five years!

I had spent twenty-five fʊcking years in this world miserably. Born into it as a wailing infant with no memories and a divine mission from the Moon Goddess stitched into my soul like a scar.

The deal was to make one man of the four she picked to love me. Just one to truly love me and I get to go home back to my world and live.

So I agreed. How hard could it be, I said.

Yet, I hadn’t managed a single one.

“Tough luck, little hybrid. It was really fun watching those petty attempts, mostly quite shameful and humiliating I must say,” the Moon Goddess said cheerfully, mocking me.

“I really thought Dorian was going to be your moment. The enemies-to-allies arc? The late night war councils? Very compelling, your seduction was topnotch. I was invested.”

“YOU!.. you were invested?,” I almost shouted but I had to control my tone. “How wonderful for you.”

“C’mon don’t be like that. I gave you good material to work with.”

“You gave me a brother who hἅtes me, a warlock who treated me like a lab specimen, a king who forgot I existed the moment his fated mate walked in, and an extremely cold Vampire who never once looked at my face yet every other lady was all over him.” I pushed off the wall. My legs felt like water.

“Phenomenal material. Truly.”

“Look at it from this angle, I made you a Hybrid, the only rare creature in this world with fast healing abilities… uhmm.. and the Vampire situation was genuinely tragic I’ll admit, it was unexpect—”

“You fʊcking made things worse…whatever I don’t care again, what happens now?” I cut her off. My voice came out steadier than I felt. “You said if I failed, I had to end it myself. Is that still the arrangement?”

A pause took over. Suspiciously long for a goddess who always had something to say.

“…Yes. Those were the terms.”

“Fine. I’ll commit suicide if that’s what you want”

I said inside my head and walked away to a sacred place in the castle while everyone was preoccupied.

………….

The river road outside the stronghold walls was quiet at this hour. Everyone was inside celebrating.

The torches along the path burned low and orange, throwing long shadows across the cobblestones.

I knew this road with my eyes closed because I had walked it a thousand times over twenty-five years — running errands, delivering messages, making myself useful to people who never noticed. All the cold looks, all the cruel words. Every single one of them had turned on me because of Rose.

Rose was the heroine of this world.

The Moon Goddess told me not to blame myself at some point that I was just always usɛless and incapable of winning just one male lead heart. She said Rose was the female lead, so of course the male leads would be drawn to her.

Pathetic. Yes I now knew.

I found the old bridge at the edge of the Ashburn territory.

The river below ran fast and black in the dark and the cold breeze was something I enjoyed.

I climbed onto the railing without letting myself think much as I inhaled the air. I was holding in my hand a silver white oak stake, one I had stolen from the castle to k!ll myself as it was the only thing I could use to end my life all thanks to Claire, the Moon Goddess.

“You know,” the Moon Goddess said conversationally, “for someone who’s allegedly giving up you’re moving very efficiently.”

“Goodbye, thanks for the twenty five years of torment” I told her, wrapping my fingers around the stake as I directed the sharp edge at my heart.

“Yara—”

“I said goodbye.”

I looked up at the sky. The moon was full tonight. Bright and indifferent. Of course it was.

Just because I was born into this world as a supporting character — was I really doomed from the start?

I closed my eyes and stabbed my heart with full force but before it made contact a hand seized my wrist from making a move.

The grip was brutal — yanking me off the railing so hard I crashed sideways into a broad chest before being shoved back against the bridge wall. My shoulder blades hit stone and cracked, I immediately opened my eyes spitting out blo0d forcefully.

ARGHHH FʊCK!

“Next time listen to me, I was trying to warn you not to stop you from dying duh” Claire chipped in.

It was Tyson.

My brother in this world. Alpha of the Ashburn pack. One of the four men the Moon Goddess had assigned me. He was still in his wedding clothes. He must have left right after the ceremony.

He looked furious.

“What,” he said, “the hɛll do you think you’re doing?”

Yeah he was pissed.

I stared at him. Twenty-five years of memories hit me all at once — every cold look, every dismissal, every time I had made myself smaller so he could feel bigger. And underneath all of it, buried so deep I had almost forgotten it was there, the stup!d stubborn flicker of hope I had carried for him since I was old enough to understand what a family was supposed to feel like.

“What does it look like,” I spat back.

“It looks like you’re making a scene outside our family’s territory on my Alpha’s wedding night.”

His jaw was tight. “You want to commit suicide? Are you okay? Do you have any idea how that reflects on me?”

There it was.

I laughed. It came out wrong on normal occasion I would have hid it but fʊck it.

“Of course. That’s why you followed me. Not because you were worried. Because of how it looks.”

“Don’t flatter yourself.”

“I’m not.” I straightened up, brushing his hand off my wrist. “Go back inside, Tyson. This doesn’t have anything to do with you.”

He grabbed my ἅrm again before I could move and snatched the stake away from me. “You’re not dying on Ashburn land.”

“Then I’ll walk further, give me back the stake!.”

“Yara—”

“Let go of me.”

He didn’t. His grip tightened and something shifted in his expression — something that might have been real if I still had the energy to believe in real things. “Stop being dramatic. Rose’s wedding was always going to happen. You knew that.”

And there was the slap. Not with his hand he used words. He’d always been better with words.

I felt something go very quiet inside me.

“You’re right,” I said softly. “I knew still fʊck you.”

He must have heard something in my voice because his eyes narrowed. Then, like he couldn’t help himself, like twenty-five years of cruelty had just become a habit he couldn’t break even now — his free hand came up and caught me by the neck then he slammed me harder on the wall that I felt my bones crack especially my skull.

Blo0d trickled down my lips as I groaned, enduring the pain, then I smiled.

It was not a kind smile. He had definitely hit a nerve.

“You just hit me again,” I said, getting pissed, “Don’t make this worse, hand me the stake.” I turned to look at him deἅdly.

“No. Get out of my sight”

Something flickered behind his eyes but I wasn’t going to back down.

I saw my chance to snatch the white oak stake from him and stab myself in the heart.

And yes I did!

But sh!t something else happened and Tyson’s blo0d stained my clothes.