ALPHA HYBRID: THE RISE OF KRISTOF DRAGO

The Storm Before the War

The fortress stood like a beast in the night—tall, ancient, and heavily guarded. Kristof's crimson eyes glowed as he and Elijah stood in the shadows, watching.

Emily was inside. His Emily.

His fury was a living thing, burning through his veins like wildfire. His fingers flexed, claws extending, his body vibrating with the raw force of his newfound power. He had become an Alpha Hybrid, and tonight, the dark forces would learn what that truly meant.

"They took your mate," Elijah said, his voice steady but filled with unspoken rage. "They won't expect you to come back this strong."

"They won't live long enough to regret it," Kristof growled.

Then, he moved.

Lightning-fast. Silent. Lethal.

The first wave of guards didn't even have time to scream. One moment they were standing, the next, their throats were ripped open, their bodies collapsing to the ground in a mess of blood and gore.

Elijah followed, a blur of motion, tearing through vampires like a predator in his element. But Kristof—he was something more.

Untamed. Unstoppable. Death itself.

A warlock tried to cast a spell, his lips forming an incantation—

Kristof's hand went through his chest before the words could leave his mouth.

A werewolf lunged at him—

Kristof twisted his neck with one hand, dropping the lifeless body before it even hit the ground.

The fortress trembled with the weight of his wrath.

And then he heard it.

A faint heartbeat. Weak. Struggling. Emily.

His head snapped toward the highest tower. She was there. She was waiting for him.

And nothing would stop him from reaching her.

---

The Reunion

Kristof kicked the door off its hinges, stepping into the dimly lit chamber.

Emily was shackled to the stone wall, her golden skin dull, her body bruised. But when she lifted her gaze, those sky-blue eyes still held fire. Strength.

"Vincent…?" Her voice was weak but full of emotion.

His chest tightened. He crossed the room in seconds, breaking her chains with nothing but his bare hands.

She collapsed into his arms, and for a moment, nothing else mattered.

"Kristof," he corrected softly, cradling her face in his hands. "I'm here."

Her fingers trembled as they touched his face, tracing the unfamiliar sharpness of his new features. "You look… different."

"I am." His voice was low, dark. "And no one will ever take you from me again."

He scooped her up effortlessly, holding her against his chest. His mate. His omega.

His everything.

Elijah stood by the doorway, surveying the bloodied path behind them. "We need to go. Now."

Kristof turned, his eyes flashing dangerously. "Anyone who tries to stop us dies."

And with Emily in his arms, he carried her away from the nightmare.

---

The Aftermath & The Plan

Back at the safe house, Kristof's mother, Luna, took charge. She laid Emily on a soft bed, tending to her wounds, whispering comforting words.

Kristof didn't leave her side, but his father, Viktor, eventually pulled him away.

"We need to talk," Viktor said. "The battle ahead is bigger than you think. We need allies. Strong ones."

Elijah nodded. "The Howling Order, The Silent Circle, and The Shadow Coven won't stop. Now that you've awakened, they'll see you as an even greater threat."

Kristof's jaw tightened. "Then let them come."

Viktor's gaze was firm. "We can't fight this alone. It's time to seek out the ancient ones—vampires, werewolves, witches, even fairies. If we want to survive, we need them all."

Kristof exhaled slowly. His power was immense, but he wasn't reckless. He knew this war wasn't over.

He glanced toward the room where Emily lay.

He would fight an army of gods if it meant keeping her safe.

---

The Desire That Couldn't Be Denied

Days passed, and Emily grew stronger. Her color returned, her wounds healed. And Kristof's need for her only intensified.

One night, he found himself standing at her door, drawn to her like gravity itself.

When he entered, she was sitting up in bed, watching him.

"You've been avoiding me," she said softly.

Kristof exhaled. "I wanted to give you time."

Her blue eyes searched his. "I don't need time. I need you."

The words ignited something deep inside him.

In an instant, he was in front of her, his hands gripping her waist, his breath hot against her skin. Their lips met in a desperate, consuming kiss.

She moaned into his mouth, her fingers tangling in his longer, wilder hair. He pressed her back against the pillows, his body covering hers, claiming her in a way that made her tremble.

His lips traveled down her neck, kissing, sucking—his fangs aching to sink in.

But he stopped.

His breath was ragged, his muscles shaking as he pulled back. He wanted her too much.

Emily opened her eyes, her gaze hazy with passion. "Why did you stop?"

He clenched his jaw. "If I bite you, you'll change. You're not ready."

She lifted her hand to his face, her touch gentle, reassuring.

"Kristof," she whispered, "I want this. I want you."

Her fingers traced his lips, and slowly, she tilted her head, exposing her neck.

His vision blurred with hunger. His fangs lengthened, his instincts screaming to take what was his.

"Do it," she breathed.

And this time, he didn't hold back.

His fangs pierced her skin, and the moment her blood touched his tongue—

The bond was sealed.

And nothing would ever come between them again.

---