[COMPLETE] [[**Sequel, The Hybrid Harold, is up!**]]
The first generation past the war has settled and the result is something no one from the past would recognize. In the United Human Alliance, the human run country that takes up much of the land m...
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"Alenia, this is Michael Pias Senior," Naomi said, gesturing to a man who looked like an older carbon copy of my Michael. "We needed an empath, and I pulled in your mate's father."
In a week or so since I'd found out about my wings being broken, and fallen out of the top bunk of my bed, I'd managed to heal. That day was my first day with a clean bill of health- no notes to take it easy or wheelchairs to slow me down- and because of that Naomi had insisted that I meet with someone so we could start seriously looking into how to heal my wings. She'd told me she had pulled in more experts, and apparently, one of them was my prophesied baby daddy's father. He was the worst sort of almost in-law, the father of a man I'd beaten wholeheartedly months ago, and an empath. Wonderful.
"He's not my mate," I immediately corrected Naomi, hating that she called Michael my mate. "I have a boyfriend."
Naomi ignored me, as always unconcerned with the reality of any situation she disagreed with. I decided to ignore her as well and make my own introduction to Michael's father.
"Hi, I'm Alenia," I said, offering my hand.
He didn't take it, and though his body and powers did not betray what he felt, his words did. "I know, I heard about you when the hospital called me about my son."
"Good," I snapped, not caring that I should be polite. "Then you know what I'm capable of."
"I know more than you do, little girl," He snapped.
"Aren't you empaths supposed to be in control of your emotions?" I asked, smirking because I was proud to have elicited a response from him. He looked too much like Michael for me to not want to mess with him, and plus, how could he see Michael as the victim? Father or not- Michael had attacked me first.
"You attacked my son, and now I hear you will condemn him to death if I do not fix your broken wings," Senior snapped at me. "Paternal instincts are stronger than my control, and I will not apologize for that."
"Let's get one thing straight- I'm not condemning Michael to shit," I snapped, a rare burst of cursing coming out of me.
"You are the problem, child," Senior's words were icy cold, but I didn't care, glaring at him through it. "Had you joined the dragon community years ago, as you were told, this issue would have been resolved when you were a child. Now my son is attached to an out of control, domestic, human piece of trash."
"How dare-" Naomi stopped me, completely inflamed (and happy I'd just happened to wear fireproof clothes that day) and charging towards Senior. How dare he! The blow hit me directly in my chest, his repeat of my greatest fears (minus the human part, I still didn't understand why people were using that as an insult) hurting me savagely before I pulled up my anger in defense.
"Alenia is a child of the Jones family, and you will treat her with respect," Naomi said, her words fierce. "You are helping to heal her, not insulting her."
