Alpha’s Hybrid Cinderella
Chapter 89

Osborn

Finally, I'm 18. I should be able

shift into my wolf tonight under the full moon. I will be at my strongest and be able to properly lead this pack.

My dad wants me to wait until I meet my mate. That's why this weekend, we are having the biggest birthday party possible to guarantee that I will meet her. Once I find her, we'll mate, and she'll be my Luna and I can take my position.

As much as it pains me, I know that I can't have a relationship with anyone the way that my parents have with one another. They got lucky that everything turned out okay. But the truth of the matter is that when you are the Alpha of a pack that's as large as the Scarlet Pack, you get a target on your back.

I won't risk my mate's life. I won't risk my family's life. I will have a child strictly to be able to pass the pack onto them. I will make sure they know what they need to, but I need all enemies to believe that I have no one close to me. If they think I have someone close to me then... I'll lose that person.

My brother is lucky that he's the second born. He's lucky that he doesn't have to have all the responsibilities that I do.

There's a knock on my door and I look over as it opens and my mom smiles at me as she says, "Hey bud, happy birthday."

I smile, "Thanks mom."

She looks at me curiously, a part of me wonders if she's trying to hear my thoughts. Most of the time my mind is blank. I don't know if she's ever realized that before. My mind is either blank or it's focused on work, training, or how to make this pack better. She asks, “How are you feeling? You're supposed to shift tonight."

I look at her and hold my head high as I say, "I'm ready."

She smiles as she walks over to me and wraps her arms around me in a tight hug as she whispers, "I know you are."

One of the weird things about getting older is whenever you get taller than one or both of your parents. My dad and I are pretty close in height, but my mom is short because she's half elf. I passed her height years ago; around the time I was 15.

But it's still weird to think about it as she hugs me, and her head is in the center of my chest. She smiles as she pulls away and says, "Let me know if you need anything, Ozzy."

I nod as she walks away. She has a sadness in her eyes, I hate it. I hate knowing that I make her sad, but I want my mother to be safe. She doesn't deserve to constantly worry about if her life is in danger or not.

Peelle

I should shift tonight.

My parents are concerned I might not be able to. I have so many elf qualities that it makes them second guess if I have a wolf. My mom has a wolf, so it makes sense that I would too.

My little sister Alita knocks on my door. I only know for sure it's her because of the pattern of her knock. I smile as I say, "Come on in!"

She peeks her head in and smiles at me as she walks over and plops on my bed. She says, "Hey bro, how are you feeling about tonight?"

I roll my eyes, "I'm feeling good, sis. What's up?"

She shrugs as she sits up, "I just wanted to check on you. I was going to talk to Osborn, but..."

I breathe out, she doesn't even have to complete the sentence, we both know how he is.

I don't know what changed with him. I vaguely remember our young childhood, but there's so many pictures that you can see how close we were.

I know that him being taken by those rogues or whoever they were changed him, but when he came back home, he held onto me like he actually cared about me. But... as we got older, he didn't want to play with me anymore and it seemed like he wanted nothing to do with me.

I feel like I must've done something to upset him. But... I don't know what I could've done.

Once Alita was old enough to play, I spent most of my time with her because I felt cast away by Osborn. Alita is five years younger than me and in a completely different stage of life, but still, it's nice to have my sister by my side.

She asks, "Do you think you'll have a wolf?"

I shrug, "Your guess is as good as mine. I don't think my elf side is that strong... it's not as strong as yours."

She smirks from my comment. She looks more like an elf than any of us including mom. She was shorter than all of us standing at four and a half feet. Her ears were pointed like Aunt Alena and Uncle Breda and Uncle Solomon. She could hear others thoughts just like mom and had the healing ability like her too.

Mom has always watched Alita like a hawk to make sure that she would never use her healing ability to the extent mom did. Mom got in a coma for 10 months from when she healed dad and although she doesn't regret it, she's scared that Alita would exert herself and that it would cost her her life.

I've never been able to heal the way that they can, but I have a special connection with animals. At the thought of them I reach my finger into my pocket and pet my little sugar gliders heads. They quickly crawl up my arms and Alita looks at me with bright eyes. She's fascinated by my ability to communicate with animals because it's something she can't do. She asks, "Can I hold one?!"

I look down at little Scrat and Stitch and I whistle at them and nod towards Alita. They both nod their heads and then jump off my shoulders, spreading their arms and then landing on her. She giggles as they crawl around her, and I reach into my mini fridge and toss her a bag of apple slices for them. They rush up her hands to eat their treat and she asks, "How much do you think I'd have to beg for mom and dad to let me have some?"

I chuckle, "Do you really want to have to clean up after them and try to train them? It was easy for me, Alita, I could communicate with them... you can't."

She huffs and rolls her eyes, "Maybe I should get a rabbit or something."

I look at her with a raised brow. If her rabbit got out even once it was guaranteed that it would be killed. My sugar gliders know not to leave me or go anywhere without me because I can communicate with them.

She asks, "Are you going to leave, Peelle?"

I look at her curiously, "Why would I leave?"

She shrugs, "If you don't get your wolf then you probably don't have a mate. And why would you want to be in a pack if you have no wolf."

I nod in understanding and say, "You don't need to worry, sis. Even if I left, I'll always be here for you."

She smiles at me and I'm glad I could ease some of her concerns.

I'm just ready to get on with the night to know whether I will shift. I think I'd be happy either way. I want a wolf, but I have my own abilities and options if I don't have one. If you have a wolf, you must be a part of a pack otherwise you're considered a rogue. If I don't, I could do whatever I wanted with my life. And I like the thought of having that freedom...