His Hybrid Pixie

“I am 19 years old. I was born on April 15th at midnight on a blue moon. My father was….upset…no…livid, actually. He choked the life out of my mother because I wasn’t a boy.” She takes a deep breath to stem the tears. And begins again “My mother was a Pixie. Not just any Pixie. The second born daughter to the Pixie King. I am a hybrid. My father is an Alpha. A savage, brutal, cruel beast of an Alpha. He rules by fear and intimidation..when that fails, he resorts to torture and abuse.

After my mother…died.. I was taken in the middle of the night to live with my mother’s mother. I grew up a happy child. Learning everything my Grams could teach me. And then, the night of my 14th birthday, my father made an appearance. He argued with my grandmother. He told her to prep me to be a Luna… because on the night of my sixteenth birthday, I was being sent to another Alpha for his son to mate. My grandmother did everything she could to prepare me. But, I’m a little hopeless, I’m afraid. I’m sassy disrespectful ungrateful and uncontrollable.

At least, that was what I was told on the night of my 16th birthday when my wolf, Adira, refused to make an appearance. I knew she wouldn’t. We had talked about it. Those words are the ones my father repeatedly beat and tortured me with, after the other Alpha refused to accept a null wolf for his son. The bad part is coming up” and she lowered her head.

Rafe watches as a lone tear treks down her face. She takes a sip of her beer and, with a deep breath, continues “ As near as I could figure, I spent two weeks in that dungeon. Being whipped, sprayed with freezing water, and forced to eat molded bread. Then, my father appeared with a man. A human man. A really smelly human man who stepped toward my cage and said ‘oh I will have fun with this one. Might even keep her once she’s broken in. Girl! I paid a small fortune for you. You’d better be worth it!’

And I was dragged away. Then, I was put on the floor of a van, knocked out and driven Goddess knows where. I woke up chained to a bed with silver cuffs and an iron collar around my neck. Iron is to pixies as silver is to our wolves.

I was there three days before I saw anyone. When he showed up, he turned a water hose on me and told me to clean up. I was lead upstairs to a room that looked like a laboratory of some sort. I was strapped to a table and then I woke up back in my cage.

That would happen once every two weeks for several months. It finally occurred to me that the lab visit was to determine if I was a virgin. The rest of the time, I was being tested for pregnancy. I was being raped when I was unconscious. As heinous as it sounds, I don’t remember it. Just being sore, afterwards.

The last lab visit was my first beating. After that, the men would rape me and beat me, respectively. Those.. I do remember.. committing every face to memory. It was all very civilized. The one who would rape me, wouldn’t beat me and vice versa. Such diplomats.”

She took another drink from her beer and several deep breaths. “Sorry. It’s painful and I haven’t ever tried talking about this. This punishment went on for a little over eight months. I ticked the days off on the wall. One night.. the sirens started and everyone was running around trying to escape. No one bothered with my little cage in the dark.

I watched as that disgusting human snuck behind a hidden panel in that basement, leaving all his men to perish. Sign of true leadership, right there! Everything was quiet after about an hour and I had begun to think I was going to die…but, as soon as I thought it, I heard footsteps coming toward me.

A man yells ‘ Alpha..I found someone’ and another man steps into my line of sight. And my only thought, at that moment, was thank Goddess the Alpha is not my father. I would come to rue those words.

I was dragged from my cage and hauled upstairs into another van. I asked where we were going but I was ignored. I asked again probably 20 minutes later and was answered with a backhand. So okay. Asking isn’t a good idea. We arrived at a packhouse and I was dragged downstairs and shoved to the floor. Someone named Bonnie was told to assign me a bunk and a uniform and ‘for God’s sake..get her cleaned up’ And my new life has begun.

I was assigned to the kitchen at first. Then to cleaning Alpha’s office and bed quarters. I was beaten quite often. Apparently, I have a ‘mouth’ ….who knew?

One day, the Alpha’s son noticed me. He was nice to me. Would sneak me food.. or sweets. He would give me books to read and I started to trust him. Until the night of my 17th birthday. I was scrubbing the Alpha’s bathroom and Liam came in.

Didn’t speak..just watched me. As I went to walk past him he grabbed me and threw me into his bedroom. There he repeatedly beat and raped me until he kicked me out at dawn. This went on for another five months until I found a way to escape. The Alpha and his son left for a conference in another territory. I waited until dark and snuck out under a tarp in the bed of a truck leaving to relieve the guards at the outpost on their southern border.

The guards are talkers. And drinkers. I always had to prepare their work thermos. That night I prepared with a little extra oomphh. I waited. They fell asleep shortly before midnight and I took my leave.

I hit the ground running. I thought I had run far enough. I was miles south and west of where I started. I was able to get a job and even found a girl to share an apartment with. I was happy. For about 3 months.

I was walking home from a late dinner shift and was almost to my front door when I was grabbed from behind. Next thing I knew, I was being stabbed and slashed over and over again. My face was being smashed against the concrete repeatedly.

I heard someone screaming. I heard sirens. I woke up in the hospital and two months had passed. I was told by a detective my assailant said his name is Liam and he is my boyfriend. I vehemently denied that.

I was advised to leave the area and change my name. As soon as I was released from the hospital, I made arrangements to receive my inheritance from my mother on my 18th birthday and months of therapy…and well.. here I am”

Rafe looked at her. He saw her lower lips wobble..watched her eyes fill with tears, as she shattered in front of his very eyes and it crushed him. He grabbed her into his lap and wrapped his arms tightly around her as she broke. All three men look at each other. Rafe links Jax telling him he wants names and Jax said on it.

After several minutes her sobs stilled and as she drew in a shaky breath and brokenly said “I understand if you want to reject me. I am mouthy and will do things that piss you off. I get distracted and have been known to be hardheaded. I speak my mind and I always speak the truth. I also, very obviously, talk to myself.”

He laughs and says”You are mine, my moonbeam and I am already halfway to loving you completely. You are strong. Resourceful. Resilient. You are a survivor. A beautiful, funny, witty survivor and there is no way I would reject you. In fact,…” he stands up and sets her on her feet. Takes her face in both hands and says “ I, Raphael Alexander Brennan accept you”…and he raises an eyebrow at her as she whispers “Ariadne Elizabeth Hellier” and he finishes “ Ariadne Elizabeth Hellier as my mate..now and forever “ He leans forward and presses a kiss on her lips.

She repeats her acceptance and he sits back down with her in his lap. He links Jax you have a name and Jax says and what a name!

Thanking Marcia for her discretion, they all stand to leave. She tells him it was her honor and to take care of the little pixie and Rafe laughs saying her nickname is more poignant than she realizes.

In the parking lot, Andrea turns to walk the two blocks to her loft and Rafe stops her with his hand. He said we get to ask questions now. You asked us to be quiet and save our questions.

She looked at the three of them and said “Come on to the loft, I’ll make coffee and get a fire going. I’m chilly. She walks over to Rafe’s truck and gives him a side eye saying “betcha expected your mate to be one of those tall model types huh” with a cheeky grin.

He smirked at her as he lifted her into the Ford F250 on 35s just begging for some mud and said “I always prayed for a smaller mate that I can carry around whenever I wanted “ and kissed her again before she could protest. He ran around the truck and jumping in, started it up, pulling out of the parking lot with Jax and Gavin following.

She unlocked the outside door to the loft, switched on the outside light and headed upstairs with all the guys following. Once she had coffee brewing and a fire going, she began setting out cups and condiments. She prepared a snack tray with meats cheese and crackers before pouring 4 cups of coffee and bringing them to the table.

Everyone sat down and she took a deep breath. Jax asked what they should call her. She said Andrea…though she prefers her own name she knows she isn’t safe yet. Gavin asked if she has powers. She nods. Rafe asked what they are.

She said “I can control the elements. I can heal. I can cause hallucinations…good or bad ones. I am a light pixie but every light pixie has a dark side. My pixie’s name is Starla and my wolf…my beautiful girl, is Adira. I will develop more powers once we are marked and mated in this form, as well as our true forms “

Jax said “ Holy shit! Your wolves have to mate and mark, too? That isn’t done anymore!” Rafe just shrugs and says “Baron hasn’t shut up since she said it and I’m for any way of sealing our bond. I want to belong to her in every possible way.”

Andrea looks at Jax and says “It might be fun, Skippy. Your mate might like it” Jax groaned and said “ Jax. My name is Jax”… she just giggles.

Rafe fell deeper at the sound. Gavin had been quiet looking like he was thinking hard. He finally looked up and says “ Do you have wings? Can you fly? Holy Shit! My dork twin is a badass biker chick with wings. It don’t get much cooler than that!”

Rafe says it certainly does. When she is all that and your Luna.. Gavin gasps! He shouts “Oh my Goddess! My Luna! My job has finally started.” She laughs and said “That boy sure gets excitable” and Rafe says you have no idea…and what the fuck is a dork twin!?” Gavin and Andrea point at each other and say “He is” and “She is” at the same time.

Rafe and Jax look at each other and Jax says “I can see it” as Rafe nods. They hear Gavin begging to see her wings and her telling him now isn’t the time.

As Gavin and Jax got up to leave they all hear a crash downstairs. Rafe and Jax fly out the door telling Gavin to stay with Luna. As they reach the bottom of the stairs they are spotted and three men take off running with Jax and Rafe on their heels. Rafe links Gavin what’s going on telling him to have Andrea pack a bag and head to the packhouse. The loft isn’t safe for her tonight.