Page 61 of A Female Alpha for the Lycan Prince
I… I’m a hybrid?
The Juvenile Prince
*CELINE*
“What?”Harmonystaresatme, eyes wide. “Wait… what…?”
I just told her what I discovered last night, or at least, what I believe I found out. She’s my most loyal ally and has become my best friend. If I can’t tell her, then I can’t tell anyone. “I had pretty much the same reaction.”
“But is anyone in your family a witch?” she asks in shock. “If it’s true, why did Alpha Cedric never tell you?”
I frown. That’s a question I have been turning over and over in my mind. Why wouldn’t my father tell me? Especially since we were just discussing the topic a few days ago. He was completely oblivious to it. “I don’t think he knows,” I point out.
“But was your mother a hybrid?” she wants to know.
I rub my temples. “From what I know… no.”
Harmony pauses, looking at me thoughtfully. She reads the passage I found for herself. “Okay, don’t take this the wrong way. I’m just playing devil’s advocate. Are you sure you are a hybrid?”
“No.” I shrug.
“So, let’s say your mother was not a hybrid. How can we work out if you are? Let’s make a list of all the points that make it more likely that you are a hybrid.”
“I have heightened senses,” I point out. “Elden clearly said it’s more than just a werewolf gift.”
She nods. “And Flora handed you that book specifically, which honestly weighs a lot.”
“I am a white wolf.”
“You are a white wolf.”
“And I have silver eyes,” I point out. “When my wolf comes to the surface, my eyes don’t turn black; they turn silver. I always thought it was just a quirky feature, but what if there is more to it?”
Harmony tilts her head. “Celine,” she asks quietly. “Let’s forget all other possibilities at the moment ignoring the fact that your father has no clue, that your mother might not have been of witch blood… what does your gut feeling say? Do you feel like you’re a hybrid?
I look her in the eye. “Yes.”
“Then let’s assume it’s true,” she nods, and I like that she’s taking me seriously. She’s not trying to talk me out of it, and she doesn’t shove my gut instincts aside. That’s why Harmony is such a great beta, she always has my best interest in mind, but also the packs. “Who can you talk to?”
“My father… but I doubt it would lead me anywhere.”
“What about your grandparents?” she asks me.
“Dad’s parents died when I was young,” I explain. Dad and I have been on our own for a long time. Besides, from what I have heard, my grandfather was a real jerk. He suppressed the pack omegas and didn’t care for lower-ranked wolves in general. That’s pretty much the same issue Alpha Lucas faces with his pack now. It probably wasn’t too different in Moon Blood twenty years ago when my father took over.
“And your relatives from your mother’s side?” Harmony asks.
“My granny died,” I say, feeling sad. I always felt a strong bond with her. “But Grandpa is still around. He likes to keep to himself, though he doesn’t like huge gatherings. Dad has been trying to get him to live with us, but he prefers his cottage in the forest. We visit him regularly and…” my voice trails off.
“He doesn’t sound like your typical werewolf,” Harmony points out thoughtfully.
“No…” I say distractedly, as the wheels in my head start turning. It’s like a fog is slowly clearing from my mind, and I’m finally seeing what was right in front of me all along. I always felt that Grandpa living on his own was a little strange, and now that I see it in context, it’s so obvious that something isn’t right. “I’ll give him a call and tell him we’re coming to visit.”
“Today?”
“No,” I sigh, not able to hide the fed-up tone in my voice. “Today, Liam’s cousin from Europe is arriving. Remember? Seems like he loves parties, so Liam and Annie are throwing a party in town, and we’re invited.”
“Oh shit, I forgot about that,” Harmony sighs. “A social outing.”
