The Alpha's Hybrid Bride

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he really think that he could dissuade me simply by glaring at me? Diane was by his side, seemingly trying to console him while staring daggers at me. When I reached Lysander, he took my hand. "Are you ready?" he whispered. I nodded, afraid that my voice would betray my nerves. What if I was running straight into yet another trap? I wondered, but I pushed the thought away. I needed to live, and I would do anything to ensure that. We both recited our vows, my hands in his, his skin radiating a heat that warmed me to my bones. The officiant quickly finished the ceremony. "Do you, Rebecca Morrison, take Lysander Castille as your mate and husband?" "I do," I replied, my voice steady. Lysander's response was equally as sure. "I do." As the officiant pronounced us husband and wife, Lysander turned to Leon, his gaze sharp. "It's done, brother." A part of me knew that Lysander Castille was doing this partly because he wanted to rile Leon up. The smirk that he flashed him suggested that he enjoyed his discomfort. Lysander walked straight to Leon and, to my surprise, pulled him in for a hug. It was a show for the guests. Leon's fists clenched, but he didn't move. Instead, his eyes fell on me. "Don't do this," he whispered. "Void the sham of a marriage, and I will take you back. I love you." Bile rose in my throat hearing those words, but I simply looked away, just as Lysander pulled away. Lysander pulled me close. "Let's go," he said, leading me out. His men, all dressed in suits, flanked us as we walked out of the wedding, leaving behind a cacophony of murmurs. --- We were ushered to Lysander's waiting private jet. As soon as we were seated in the plush cabin of the private jet, silence settled between us. The hum of the engine filled the air, but neither of us spoke. Lysander leaned back in his seat, a glass of water in hand, seemingly unbothered. His casual demeanor only served to unnerve me. When I was unable to stand it any longer, I turned to him, my voice plain. "Alpha Lysander, I'm sure you didn't just marry your brother's ex-fiancée because you wanted to spite him. Why don't you tell me what you're really after?" Lysander's head tilted thoughtfully, his dark eyes assessing me, a slow smile spreading across his face. "Rebecca, you surprise me," he said, his tone light and laced with intrigue. "Most women would still be fretting over what just happened, but here you are, getting straight to the point." I folded my arms, refusing to be swayed by his charm, even if my heart was beating a mile a second. "I'm not most women. Now answer the question." I surprised myself with my own tone. The old Rebecca would have never spoken like that, but that person had died. I had to be more assertive. He chuckled, a smoky, rich sound that somehow made my skin prickle. "You're right. Spiting Leon wasn't the only reason," he answered honestly. At least he was s