The Alpha's Hybrid Bride

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y sides. "You're just as twisted as he is." "Twisted?" Diane smirked, pacing in front of me. "You think I'm twisted? I'm just smarter than you. I always was." "Then why are you here?" I asked, my voice low but steady. "What, trying to play the concerned best friend?" Her smile faltered for a split second before returning, colder. "No, Rebecca. I'm here because I want to know-do you truly want to leave?" The question struck me like a slap. "Of course I do," I hissed, unable to hold back the rawness in my voice. "I want out of this hell. I don't care what it takes." She leaned in, her eyes gleaming. "Then I can help you." I froze, disbelief flooding my veins. "You? Help me?" She chuckled darkly. "Yes. You're right. I'll be the one he truly wants once you're gone. And if you leave, I'm free to take my place by his side. Think about it-this benefits both of us." I felt the blood drain from my face as her words sank in. "You'd really help me?" "I'm not doing it out of the kindness of my heart," she admitted with a shrug. "But if you leave, I get him. No more pretending. Just think about it-no more pretending. He will be mine. You'll be out, and I'll be the one by his side, for good." I stared at her, the shock paralyzing me. She was offering me an out, but there had to be a price somewhere. My trust in her had shattered completely. "You're a liar," I spat. "You think I believe you're just going to let me walk away? That you would really help me?" Diane's smile only widened. "It's your choice, Rebecca. But if you stay, nothing changes. You'll always be a tool, a hybrid nobody cares about." My breath caught in my throat. Could I really trust her? Should I? She didn't wait for an answer, already turning toward the door. "Think about it. I'll give you a way out. But you'll have to decide quickly." She turned around, and I felt my chance of escape slipping through my fingers. If I wanted to escape, I would have to do whatever it took. Even trust the bitch who would kill me five years from now. "Diane," I called. She stopped and turned around. "How will you do it? The guards-" "I will create a distraction," she replied easily. "And I will take you to a room with an underground passage. You can escape through there." "That is crazy," I whispered. It seemed too good to be true. "That it is," she replied with a shrug. I hesitated, but Diane's words were still echoing in my mind. I was running out of time. If I didn't take this chance, I'd be trapped forever. "Alright," I muttered, swallowing my pride. "I'll do it." She nodded, her grin widening. "Good. Wait here. I'll make sure the guards are distracted." Before I could say another word, she was gone. I sat there, tension coiling tighter in my chest, every second dragging by like an eternity. Suddenly, the room erupted in chaos. Screams filled the hallways. "Fire!" someone yelled. Panic spread like wildfire. There was a loud clamor outside the room. Was that the distraction? The guards were hesitant at first, but the panic grew, and smoke began spreadi