The Alpha Rejected Hybrid mate

[Seline's POV]

Glass clinked in the air as some of the he-wolves gathered drinking at a side of the table. Something about the way they laughed twisting a knot in me. I hated it. Guards of the Arrow Brooke Kingdom. "Having their way again," a whisper caught my attention, drawing me to two customers who sat on the bar seat in front of me.

"Those scumbags..." the other gestured. I wasn't much fond of anybody, but for some reason I liked their tone. It's true, those lowlife guards deserved every last bit of it.

The kingdom would have been much better with someone like them not being around.

"Hey, woman... Two drinks would you..." the very same two men requested... as I poured them some wine.

They gulped it up, taking their leave, but something about their scent seemed to spur me up. They seemed like bandits, but who was I to say that at the moment?

As I hoped to serve the other customers seated, my gaze went to some panther shifters. They had been there the whole evening. And I swore they were just staring at me.

I served the other customers seated before they eventually left after some minutes.

I poured myself a glass of alcohol afterward, downing it in a single gulp.

"What are you doing, Seline?" my bar partner attending to the other customers yelled. But I didn't consider him as a partner. For all I know, he had been running his mouth so much to get me fired from this job. No, he wanted me out in the first place, hating my very kind. I was used to it, the whole view they gave me, even here in Arrow Brooke.

The disgusting hybrid who couldn't even uphold the two races properly. Maybe that was why... why I found myself in this bartender, working my ass out for just a low-cut payment.

"Mother..." Should I be sad or happy? Those were the very thoughts that came to my mind whenever I think about her.

The same woman who I trusted would side with me in this very world, labeling me as nothing more than a mistake. But I wouldn't blame her as well, would I?

I gulped another glass, noticing those glares from him narrowed, as though he was ready to kill me at the spot, but I cared less about what he planned on doing.

I noticed some of the staff returning from their break as they served the other customers seated some wines.

"Lysander. The boss seeks your presence..." one of the master's guards, the owner of this club, said, making an entry.

"But we are both working right now," I wanted to say, but my words were silenced by the very same guards.

"What? This is an order from the master. And it only seems you have been slacking off this whole time..." he said, turning away from my side. "What to expect from trash like your kind..." I heard him whisper, but I didn't allow his words to falter me even by a little bit.

The very sly grin I received from Lysander as he made his way out with the guard.

I just had to get through today. I needed to. Today was the payment of my salary, and right now, I needed the money.

"Damn this," I muttered in a whisper, my clenched fist slamming softly against the table.

If only... sometimes I wonder why things had to be like this, why I had to be the one being looked at this way.

"You should take a rest, Seline. It seems it's time for your break," the other bartender Sasha and Landon arrived. We usually do a short shift of work, but hearing this from them was the last thing I would expect.

I gave no words, merely walking past their side. I could swear I heard his other partner grunt a little, her darkened gaze fixed on me.

The two of them acting so caring was only a ruse, a fake act of theirs. I had fallen for it at first, but one thing I had learned so easily is that here in Arrow Brooke, trust is a death wish card to play.

The two had also tried framing me once for a crime I never committed in the first place.

I made my way, stepping outside the bar. A slight shivering feeling coursed through my skin. The weather was really cold today. I lit a cigarette, feeling the flames warm up my fingers as I took a drag, inhaling the smoke swirling around me, and I hummed softly.

"The trash of my kind..." Those words still found their way to my mind. I should have been used to it by now.

My mother was a lycan, but my father, who I had no idea of, was told to be a warlock. And so, here I was, the hybrid born from them.

I had never set sight of my father before. All I was told by my mother was that he ran away and abandoned us for good and never cared to look back, not even for a moment.

Could it be because mom was pregnant with me, and he wasn't ready for it all? I mean, I was a mistake after all; at least, that was what my most darling mother had said.

I still remember those moments. For the first time, my mom's hands had slammed against my cheek.

"You have ruined me! I hate you! I hate your father! You both are nothing more than a mistake in my life! Curse!"

We were kicked out of my mother's pack since I was unable to shift when I turned 13. I tried, I really did, but what could I have done about it? That was the only reason... sometimes I wondered if that was enough for their actions. But the truth was just that mom had hated me from the very beginning, and those smiles she gave me from the start were nothing more than a false world I had made myself believe in.

I took another drag as I watched the cloudy sky with the droplets of rain that fell down, drizzling.

Could my life have been better, or was it just decided the very moment I was given birth to? Should I be used to this amount of hate I was given by everyone? The way they had always looked down at me, same when I was still in the pack with mom. I guess that's why they cast us away; it was a chance they couldn't miss.