ALPHA HYBRID: THE RISE OF KRISTOF DRAGO

The wind in Strawton had always been gentle, but as Vincent approached his 18th birthday, something in the air felt different—darker, heavier, as if the very earth itself was anticipating a storm. It wasn't just the weather. It was him.

Vincent didn't understand it at first. The strange sensations, the sudden bursts of strength, the fleeting moments of heightened senses—like hearing whispers from miles away or catching the scent of his classmates' perfumes from across the gym. It was as if he could feel the world differently, more intensely.

But the strangest thing of all was the rage.

He'd been walking home from basketball practice, his mind focused on the upcoming game, when a group of bullies decided to make his walk home more difficult. They'd always been there—poking fun at his achievements, throwing insults his way. This time, however, they went too far.

"Think you're too good for us, Tommy?" one of them sneered, shoving him in the chest. "Just 'cause you're the star doesn't mean you're untouchable."

Vincent's heart raced. His muscles twitched, like they were coiled tight and ready to explode. He felt his vision narrow, his body tensing with a sudden urge to fight.

And then it happened.

In a blur of motion, he grabbed the bully by the collar and slammed him against the nearest tree with a force that rattled the branches. The others froze, their eyes wide with shock. The air crackled with the electricity of his sudden outburst. His hands trembled, but it wasn't from fear. It was the power, surging through his veins like a wild beast ready to break free.

"I told you to stay away from me," he said, his voice dangerously calm.

The bully stammered, his face pale, and nodded quickly. With a flick of his wrist, Vincent tossed him aside as if he weighed nothing. The others scattered, muttering fearful apologies, but Vincent didn't hear them. He was still consumed by the feeling. That need to assert dominance.

But it wasn't just his body that had changed. His mind was in a haze, and his senses were screaming. The world felt alive, and so did he.

When he finally got home, Vincent shut himself in his room. His heart raced, his mind whirling with questions. What was happening to me?

Emily's Presence

Later that night, Vincent met Emily for their usual late-night study session. She always brought a sense of calm with her, a quiet strength that grounded him when he needed it most.

"Hey, are you okay?" Emily asked, her blue eyes narrowing with concern as she noticed his tense posture.

Vincent forced a smile, trying to ignore the gnawing sensation in his chest. "Yeah, just a little tired, I guess."

But Emily didn't buy it. She stepped closer, her hand reaching out to touch his arm. The moment her fingers brushed his skin, a jolt of electricity shot through him. His breath caught in his throat, and for a second, he almost forgot where he was.

Her gaze softened, and she leaned in, her voice barely above a whisper. "Vincent, talk to me. You've been acting strange lately. You know you can tell me anything, right?"

He wanted to tell her—everything. About the changes, the strange power that seemed to pulse through him when she was near. But something held him back. Fear, maybe. Fear of what she might think. Or worse, fear of what it meant for them.

Instead, he looked into her eyes and whispered, "I don't know what's happening to me, Emily. But I feel like something's coming. Something big."

Emily frowned, studying him for a moment before giving him a small, reassuring smile. "Whatever it is, we'll face it together."

Vincent's heart fluttered at her words, the weight in his chest momentarily easing. But he knew the truth—he couldn't drag her into this. Not yet.

The Unseen Threats

What Vincent didn't know was that the dark forces—The Howling Order, The Silent Circle, and The Shadow Coven—had already begun to move. They had felt his power stir, and they weren't about to let him claim his birthright without a fight.

From the shadows, Selene watched Vincent from a distance, her eyes glinting with malice. "He's close," she muttered under her breath, her fingers twitching as she prepared a spell. "Very close…"

In the forests outside Strawton, Tobias Blackfang, Alpha of the Howling Order, howled at the moon. His senses told him that the time had come. His pack was ready to move.

And in the hidden chambers of The Silent Circle, Varian summoned the ancient powers, his voice low as he chanted. "The hybrid must be stopped, before it's too late. He cannot be allowed to awaken fully."

Vincent's Uncertain Future

The days passed, and Vincent grew more restless. The strange power that surged through him was becoming harder to control. He could feel it pulling at him—urging him to embrace it. But he didn't know how.

And then, on the night of his 18th birthday, it happened.

While Emily was asleep, Vincent found himself standing at the edge of the forest. The moon was full, casting an eerie light over everything. His senses were on overdrive—he could hear every rustle of leaves, feel every beat of his heart. The hunger inside him was unbearable.

As he raised his hands to the sky, he felt a sudden pressure in his chest. A voice, distant and powerful, whispered to him from the depths of his mind.

"You are the Alpha. Embrace your destiny."

Vincent's heart pounded in his chest as he collapsed to his knees. The power surged through him, and for the first time, he understood. This wasn't just about strength or control. It was about his true nature.

And he was about to awaken it.

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