The Hybrid Alpha

Kate Leodavin's POV

"Tell me how's it feel sittin' up there

Feeling so high but too far away to hold me
You know I'm the one who put you up there
Name in the sky
Does it ever get lonely?
Thinking you could live without me
Thinking you could live without me..." I sing in a melodic tune as I take a quick look at my outfit in the long length mirror of my apartment. I wore a grey tank top with high-waisted black skinny jeans, a Nike jumper and topped it off with my white Converse.

Grabbing my beige backpack, I quickly ran a brush through my wavy brown hair, a ritual that felt almost automatic. I dashed out the door to my sleek matte blue Audi R8, the engine roaring to life as I sped through town, fully aware that a thousand scoldings awaited me, followed by a lecture from the priest. Well, more accurately, from my friend Ray—who also happens to be my boss.

With adrenaline coursing through my veins, I sprinted to the double glass doors of the lobby, the world around me blurring into a rush of colors. The assistant at her desk greeted me with a knowing smile and I signed in like clockwork, just as I did every other day. I slipped into the elevator just in time, the doors closing with a satisfying beep as I ascended to the 4th floor, where the vibrant atmosphere of the Art Gallery awaited, buzzing with creativity and unspoken competition.

As the doors opened, I walked down a narrow hallway and momentarily freeze on the spot. Everyone was gone haywire! As you can tell, not a normal way to start a simple Friday. I dodge passed the many assistants trailing behind models and photographers snapping away and walk straight into Rays office which was up a short flight of stairs. Oh good LORD! Could this day get any worse?

I curse at my self for forgetting to knock on the god damn door. There stood Ray Connor and might I add she looked stunning as always. She wore a white tank top tucked in her high waisted denim black jeans with black strapped heels and topped it off with a killer leather jacket. Her choice of a neutral coloured outfit highlights her shoulder-length, brown hair and beautiful dark brown eyes.

She shook hands with an assistant whose slick black hair was in a bun and red square framed glasses perched atop her pointy nose. She turned to me with a scowl etched on her face, and though I wanted to fire back with a clever remark, I couldn't shake the embarrassment of being the one caught off guard. The tension in the air crackled as I struggled to find the right words to break the awkward silence. I felt my cheeks and ear flush as another man stood up from the chair and also shook her hands.

Fuck me!

As he shifted his gaze to me, a smirk danced on his lips and I felt my breath hitch in my throat. There he stood, a Greek god come to life, towering just a few meters away. His thick, tousled dark brown hair framed a face that could only be described as chiseled perfection, with piercing hazel eyes that seemed to see right through me.

The strong lines of his jawline were accentuated by the casual V-neck white shirt that clung to his sculpted frame, revealing biceps that looked like they could lift a truck. I took in the rest of his outfit, black joggers and high-top black Vans that added an effortless coolness to his striking presence. The air around us buzzed with an undeniable tension and I couldn't help but feel both captivated and intimidated.

I couldn't help but smirk when I noticed his gaze lingering on my toned abdomen peeking through my top, the curves of my waist accentuated by the snug fit of my jeans. His sharp jawline twitched as his eyes bore into mine, searching for who knows what. A nervous energy crept over me as he flashed a smile and confidently strode towards me, extending his tan hand for a handshake. The flex of his muscles with that simple gesture sent a jolt through me, making me almost want to leap into his arms.

Do it then...I hear my wolf Ava say. I mentally roll my eyes at her if that was even possible and put my small hands out which then gets captured by his warm yet rough ones.

"Morning, to what do I owe the pleasure?" He says staring down at me like he was analyzing me strip by strip.

"Rays personal assistant." I reply with a strong tone as we part our hands. I felt weak to my knees with his intense gaze lingering on me. I had a hint of why it looked like he was figuring me out.

You see, I'm a werewolf—a twin alpha, but with a twist. Ever since I turned 18, I've been on the run because of him. It became too dangerous to stay with my twin brother, Kane, who was crowned Alpha of the Red Moon pack; our combined scent was just too potent.

Here's where it gets tricky: my brother and I are cloaked. Being twins, I possess the strength of an Alpha but it pales in comparison to his. Also with him having a mate, I can't shake the feeling that a part of me is still out there, waiting to be found.

Being cloaked has its perks, though. It conceals my scent, which I mask with a hint of vanilla from my perfume, making me irresistibly appealing to humans. It's a delicate balance, living in the shadows while longing for the connection I once had.

The cloaking part was easy but it wasn't like it was linked to a chain or ring but we were marked. If it and when it starts to fade that meant we were in trouble, more like I was in deep shit. The mark was on my right shoulder while my brother had it on his left shoulder mirroring mine. It was of a light feather with small birds, simple yet elegant.

The Greek god just nods his head and states while still staring at me.

"We'll see you tonight." His deep voice causing me to look at his Adams apple bob. I see a smirk tugging on the corner of his lips as he greets us and leaves with his assistant at his toes.

"What and who was that?" I questioned Ray as I shut the door and whisper shout to her.

"Look who's interested. Don't worry, you will find out tonight." She responds nonchalantly. That leaves me with my own thoughts.

What's happening tonight?

(EDITED)