MOONBLOOD : The Hybrid Reign

Name: MOONBLOOD : The Hybrid Reign
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Rejected by her mate. Saved by her enemy. Born to end a war. When Arya's mate discovers she's half-vampire, he rejects her without mercy, abandoning her to die, just like the rest of her kind deserve. At least, that's what ruthless Alpha Kael believes. But fate has other plans. Near death and stripped of her wolf, Arya is saved by Daemon, the charming Vampire Prince with a secret of his own. With war looming between the supernatural realms and an ancient prophecy whispering of a hybrid queen, Arya is no longer the outcast. She is the key. Torn between the mate who broke her and the vampire who brought her back to life, Arya must uncover the truth about her blood, face her darkest powers, and decide where her heart and loyalty truly lie. Because the creatures of the night are stirring... And the Moon Goddess never makes mistakes.

R18+ Fantasy Betrayal Vampire Attractive Rebirth/Reborn Alpha Arrogant/Dominant Romance Second chance

Chapter 3 Arya's Pov

The day before yesterday 02:30

Chapter 1 Arya's Pov

The forest pressed in on me, wild and endless, as if it were trying to swallow me whole. Every branch that scraped my fur, every thorn that tore at my legs, felt like a warning from the earth itself. Keep running. Don't stop. The wind screamed past my ears, and my paws pounded against the wet ground, kicking up the scent of pine, dirt, and blood, his blood.

gods, Soren.

The memory cut sharper than the brambles. His roar had echoed like thunder across the clearing not in fear, but in fury. That was the kind of male he was. Fierce. Protective. And foolish enough to think he could hold off a vampire alone just so I could escape.

"Go, Arya. Don't look back!"

His voice was still raw in my mind, like it had been carved into the inside of my skull.

And I hadn't looked back. I couldn't. I shifted right there on the spot, the transformation hitting me faster than ever before, wild and painful, until I was no longer flesh and blood in the human sense. I was fur and instinct. A creature of speed and muscle. A wolf.

But I was also more than that.

Half-wolf, half-vampire. Born of two worlds that never should've collided. A secret I had buried so deep it felt like a lie even to myself. But tonight - tonight, it was all coming undone.

My lungs burned as I sprinted, my heart crashing against my ribs like it was trying to break free of my chest. I couldn't tell where I ended and my wolf began anymore. The shift had been so fast, so raw. Nala, that's what I called her, wasn't a separate voice in my head, not really. She was me. Just the part I never dared to let loose until it was life or death.

And right now, it was death.

The forest was a blur around me, trees flashing past like ghosts. My ears twitched at every snap of a branch, every whisper of movement. I was fast - faster than any normal wolf should be, but even I had limits.

And the vampires? They didn't.

Their scent had been everywhere at first. Sharp. Bitter. Like blood gone cold. I'd felt them at my back, felt their hunger lashing at me like fire. But now...

They were gone.

Just like that.

Vanished.

My paws slowed slightly, just enough to question the silence. Had I lost them? Or had they stopped following on purpose?

The thought chilled me more than the night air.

Why stop chasing something you wanted dead... unless you knew you'd catch it anyway?

The moonlight glinted off my smoky-gray fur, casting silver flickers across the forest floor. I wasn't like the others. My fur shimmered faintly under the light strange, ethereal. Even among wolves, I stood out. And my eyes, if someone had seen them, were a pale, glowing blue. Not amber. Not gold. Not normal.

Just like the rest of me.

A freak.

A mistake.

That's what they'd said back home. Behind smiles and fake kindness, they whispered it in corners. They saw it in the way my wolf didn't shift when it should have, in the way I healed too fast. Living as a rouge wasn't really easy but soren.....

But Soren hadn't cared.

Soren had been my home.

And now he was gone.

I swallowed hard, forcing the pain down where it couldn't break me - not yet. Later, when I wasn't running for my life. Later, when his blood wasn't still on my paws.

The trees began to thin, and the air shifted. I felt it before I even scented it.

Pack land.

My ears pricked, and I halted sharply, claws skidding in the damp earth. The air here was different. Heavy with dominance. It clung to my lungs, thick and oppressive.

Another pack's territory.

I shouldn't be here.

But I had nowhere else to go.

My muscles trembled as I took one cautious step forward. Then another.

The scent of wolves grew stronger. More focused.

I was being watched.

Panic clawed its way up my throat, and for the first time in hours, my legs buckled. My body gave in. Exhaustion hit like a crashing wave, dragging me down to the cold forest floor. I collapsed with a choked sound in the back of my throat, dirt and leaves tangling in my fur.

I tried to shift back. I needed to, needed to speak, to explain. But I was too weak. My bones ached, my skin shivered beneath the fur, and my magic that strange mix of vampire and wolf was flickering like a dying candle.

I can't... I can't move...

Voices.

Rough. Male.

"She's not one of ours."

"She crossed the pack border. Who the hell is she?"

I raised my head weakly, but all I could see were boots and shadows. Wolves in human form. Circling me. Dominance rolled off them in thick waves, pressing down on me like stones.

"Get the Alpha."

That voice was calm. Cold. Absolute.

I let out a low, trembling sound somewhere between a whimper and a growl. Every instinct in me screamed to run. But I couldn't. I was spent.

Then...

A strange calm settled inside me.

Not from fear. Not from defeat.

From something older. Deeper.

You are not done, Arya.

I didn't know where the thought came from. Maybe from that buried power I never understood. Maybe from the piece of me that had refused to die with Soren.

I was a hybrid. A secret. A girl with blood on her hands and power in her bones.

And I would survive this, too.

Because I had no other choice.