As a beta, being both a vampire and a witch was a unique blessing. I navigated the school's hallways with ease, never encountering any trouble. My hybrid nature commanded respect - or rather, fear. Nobody dared to cross me, lest they face the wrath of a vampire's fangs and a witch's spells. My dual identity made me a force to be reckoned with, and I revealed in the uneasy peace it brought me.

My physical appearance only added to the envy of the omegas. My smoky ocean green eyes sparkled like gemstones, framed by a lean, graceful physique and long, model-like legs. My smooth, flawless skin was the epitome of perfection, with a radiant complexion that drew admiring glances. My diamond-oval face was accentuated by luscious black hair that cascaded down my back like silk, and my perfectly proportioned nose complemented my melodious voice. The omegas couldn't help but be captivated by my every feature, leaving them wanting everything I possessed.

By the age of twenty-one, I had mastered a multitude of spells, much to my mother's dismay. She had yearned for a pure-blooded witch, but fate had other plans, gifting me with a vampire's bloodline - a unique blend that made me, me. Defying expectations, I never developed a taste for human blood, especially the wolf-like creatures that repulsed me. However, I didn't entirely forsake my vampire heritage. I made an exception for my vampire boyfriend's blood, which I drank during the Full Moon festival - a necessity, not a desire. In return, he would bite me, drinking my blood during intimate moments, a gesture that fed their alpha ego, asserting dominance and power. The quirks of alpha behaviour still annoyed me, but I had grown accustomed to it.

My dating history with wolves was short-lived and unremarkable, with one exception that I prefer to dismiss. Hayden and I had a tumultuous relationship, punctuated by moments of happiness, but ultimately doomed by his repeated heartbreaks. I endured the cycle of pain until my heart, like an over-stretched spring, transformed into an unyielding diamond, impervious to his empty apologies. We finally parted ways, and I established two rules: never settle for being second best, and never trust a wolf - or, in my opinion, any shape-shifter. To me, they're all cunning, meat-hungry, and dishonest. In contrast, I found solace in the vampire community, where social hierarchies didn't dictate relationships. I treated everyone with equal respect, including the wolves, who were viewed as outsiders in our world. My preference was clear: vampire partners only.

The dominancy hierarchy was a wolf's obsession, labeling most vampires as betas. This fueled the longstanding feud between the Wolf King and the Vampire King. However, our college, governed by witches, remained a beacon of unity. The Witch Queen's zero-tolerance policy for discrimination ensured we learned to coexist harmoniously. While some hot-headed alpha wolves kept their distance, I, a vampire-witch hybrid, was respected by all. My unique blend of powers made me untouchable, not that I sought to intimidate anyone.

Then there was Hayden, my ex - the one I'd rather forget. He delighted in pushing my buttons, and I reciprocated the disdain. Our mutual dislike was palpable, and I suspected he'd stop at nothing to rile me up.

That fateful day, my life took an unexpected turn as I headed to the bathroom. Suddenly, a tall, muscle-ripped alpha stood in my path, his athletic physique exuding confidence.

"Where do you think you're going, omega?" he asked, his arm extended to block my way, his hand resting on the wall. To an outsider, it might have seemed like a tender moment between two lovers, but the reality was far from it. His dominating stance and condescending tone made my blood boil, and I could sense a challenge brewing.

Hey, dog face!' I snapped, my eyes locked on his, my face inches from his. 'Who did you call an omega?' I demanded, my voice low and even. For a moment, I was taken aback by the familiarity of his features, my mind racing back to the memories I thought I'd long buried - the memories of our tumultuous past, the broken promises, and the heartache. His piercing gaze, once captivating, now seemed suffocating, and I felt a shiver run down my spine as I struggled to maintain my composure.

"Not today, Ivy... I'm not in the mood to fight or play games with you," he said in a low tone as his face darkened. From that, I knew that there was something wrong with him, but I couldn't figure exactly what it was. Not only that, but he had also called me by my family name. So, I let him use the bathroom and waited by the door.

'I won't be disrespected by a wolf!' I exclaimed, my temper flaring up like a wildfire. In hindsight, I wonder what possessed me to act so impulsively. If only I had waited, my life might have taken a drastically different turn. But I didn't. I burst through the bathroom door, catching Hayden off guard. He was mid-zip, his pants still unfastened, and his eyes widened in shock as he spun to face me. I, too, was taken aback, my heart racing with a mix of adrenaline and uncertainty.

Poor guy, he was in the midst of rut, that primal urge that drove alphas to seek release. It was a time when their desire for sex became almost unbearable, similar to an omega's heat. And there it was, undeniable proof of his state - his large, knotted cock, a testament to his desperation. I couldn't help but think he should have taken some time off from school, spared himself the agony of restraint, instead of subjecting himself to this torture.

He stood frozen, his liquid golden eyes locked onto mine, piercing the depths of my ocean green gaze. It was as if he could see right through me, sensing that I'd noticed his rut. His reaction was instantaneous and fierce. I tried to make a hasty retreat, reaching for the door, but he was too quick. With a swift movement, he pounced, trapping me inside with him. I had unwittingly stirred up a storm, and now I was at his mercy.

With a fierce intensity, he shed his pants and advanced towards me, his rigid erection pointing accusingly in my direction. I retreated backwards, desperate to escape his wrath, but my back hit the wall, trapping me. He closed in, caging me with his arms, and claimed my lips, cheeks, and neck with rough, possessive kisses, leaving behind a trail of hickeys. Meanwhile, his strong hands tore at my clothes with a ferocity that left me breathless and helpless.

In a desperate bid to defend myself, I transformed into a unique blend of witchy-vampire powers, unleashing my inner beast. But to my surprise, I didn't turn into a fearsome creature - instead, I became a tiny, beautiful being with elegant fangs and refined claws. Unlike other beasts, my transformation was captivating, not terrifying. But even my newfound powers couldn't save me. My attempts to bite and scratch him off only seemed to enrage him further, and I realized that my usual defenses were no match for his wolfish strength.

In a moment of sheer panic, I felt my breath catch as he successfully penetrated me. Reacting on instinct, I dug my claws deep into his back, tearing through his flesh and leaving bloody gashes. But his wolfish pheromones seemed to control the bleeding, and he remained fixated on me, undeterred. The deep wounds I inflicted only seemed to fuel his intensity, and he increased the pace and ferocity of his thrusts. For a terrifying moment, I felt like I was on the brink of collapse, my life force ebbing away.

As suddenly as it had begun, the pain transformed into pleasure, leaving me bewildered. My mind and body were at odds, my thoughts racing with resistance while my body betrayed me, succumbing to his wolfish pheromones. I couldn't control the sensations, and before I knew it, I had reached my third climax. Hayden finally found release, spilling himself inside me. Exhausted, he collapsed onto me, his weight pinning me down. Without warning, he sank his razor-sharp teeth into my neck, and I yelped in agony, unable to move or escape the searing pain.

As the weight of his body became too much to bear, he effortlessly flipped me over, and I found myself on top of him. His arms encircled me, holding me captive in a warm, comforting embrace. Despite my lingering anger, I couldn't resist the cozy haven of his body. It was more inviting than my plush, royal bed, and I felt myself surrendering to the exhaustion. Before I knew it, I drifted off to sleep, and Hayden followed suit. As I slipped into unconsciousness, one thought echoed in my mind: Yikes... What a mess!

I woke up at midnight, my naked body was wrapped in a sheet on a big bed, inside an unknown room. The beautiful sheet was stained with blood and semen. This should be a wolf's nest, I said to myself. I was late for the Full Moon festival, So I decided not to attend since I had already drunk somebody's blood however I was going to be considered as impure especially after being raped by a werewolf. Moreover, my body was paining from all angles, I could not move. Still confused how I had got here. It was clear to me he had raped again. Only the Lord knew how many times he had done it, this had drained all my power. I decided to teleport myself home with one of the strongest magic spells in spite knowing that this decision had real consequences I was going to face them!