Chapter 23

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• The Lycan King's Hybrid Mate   Epilogue 2

  Griffen's Point of View The forest is quiet, cloaked in shadows, the trees swaying gently in the breeze as I wait beneath their cover. The moonlight slices through the branches in thin beams, and I shift my weight from one foot to the other, every crackle of a twig beneath me echoing louder than I want it to. I know this place too well now, the path Aria always takes when she sneaks out. She thinks no one notices, but I do. I always do. Today was their eighteenth birthday celebration. The entire pack was buzzing about it all week, the biggest event Dark Moon has hosted since their shift celebration. Rosalee had even invited me, her voice soft and kind like it always is. Like I deserved her kindness. I told her I wasn’t feeling well. Another excuse. Another lie. She didn’t question it, she never does. Just gave me that small smile and said she’d save me a slice of cake. I almost feel bad. Almost. Because Rosalee is… good. Too good for someone like me. She’s been the closest thing

• The Lycan King's Hybrid Mate   Epilogue 1

  Rosalee's Point of ViewEleven years later.The morning sun filters in through the kitchen windows, casting golden streaks across the countertops as I move between them, hands full with trays of freshly baked pastries. The scent of cinnamon and sugar wraps around me like a warm hug, but I can’t stop the swell of disbelief in my chest.Sixteen.Aria and Leo are shifting for the first time tonight.I pause at the counter, a hand pressed lightly to my heart as I glance out the window. The backyard is a flurry of activity, banners being strung between trees, tables covered in white linens, fairy lights already wound around the wooden posts of the deck. Ronan and Josh are setting up the fire pit, and Natalie is laughing as she tries to keep the younger kids from running underfoot. Piper and Lillian are arranging flowers on the center tables while Jensen helps Marcel carry chairs from the storage shed.It’s beautiful, more than I imagined. But still, I can’t quite wrap my head around the fa

• The Lycan King's Hybrid Mate   Chapter 185

  Rosalee's Point of View One month later. The sun filters warmly through the trees, casting dappled golden light across the backyard. The summer air is soft and fragrant, and from my seat on the back porch, I can hear the soft hum of insects and the rustle of leaves in the breeze. But mostly, I hear the kids. Aria shrieks with laughter as Leo chases her around the tree with a stick he’s declared is now a “magic sword.” They tumble and giggle, their wild little world spinning with energy and joy. And just a few feet behind them, slower, quieter, Griffen. He doesn’t laugh the way they do. Not yet. He runs after them, a step or two behind, eyes watching every movement, trying to mimic it, trying to blend in. His shoulders stay tense, his hands often clench and unclench at his sides, like he's bracing for something. And when he smiles, it’s fleeting, uncertain… but it's there. I wrap my fingers around my cup of tea, warm against my palms, and watch as Aria suddenly doubles back, grabb

• The Lycan King's Hybrid Mate   Chapter 184

  Rosalee's Point of ViewThe twins are on the living room floor, a mess of blankets and wooden animal toys between them, their giggles echoing through the house. I sit on the couch, folding a tiny shirt fresh from the dryer, when my phone rings beside me.Jensen’s name lights up the screen.My heart skips a beat. I answer quickly, bringing the phone to my ear. “Hey, is everything okay?”His voice is quiet, tired. “It’s done, Rose. Thorne is dead.”I pause, taking in the weight of those words. “Are you alright?”“I don’t know,” he admits, his voice rough. “But… there’s something else. Thorne’s son, he’s just a boy. Eight. Selene got him out before the fight. He didn’t see any of it.”I press a hand to my chest, already feeling the ache settle in. “You’re bringing him here?”“Yeah. I didn’t want him to be alone. I’ll explain everything when I get there.”“Of course. I’ll get the spare room ready.”There’s a pause on his end, and I can hear the heaviness in his breathing. “Thanks, Rose.”

• The Lycan King's Hybrid Mate   Chapter 183

  Jensen's Point of View The engine hums beneath me, low and steady, as I grip the steering wheel tighter than necessary. The forest road ahead is dark, barely lit by the twin beams of the headlights cutting through the thick trees. I decided not to take the tunnel, it is too slow, too narrow, too much risk. If Thorne’s fleeing, he’ll surface at the cave, and I want to be there waiting for him when he does. In the rearview mirror, I catch glimpses of the vehicles behind mine. Marcel rides shotgun beside me, silent but alert, his hand resting on the hilt of his blade. Victor and Josh follow in the second SUV, while Nyx and Darrek take the third. Ronan is in the last one, Selene right beside him. I don’t know her well yet, but I trust Ronan, and I trust the fire I saw in her eyes when she told me about that tunnel. She wants Thorne stopped. Maybe more than any of us. I glance to the GPS briefly, less than a mile now. The cave isn’t much from the outside, just a rocky outcropping near t

• The Lycan King's Hybrid Mate   Chapter 182

  Ronan's Point of ViewThe clash of teeth and claws rings in my ears as I slam another of Thorne’s Lycans into the ground. His growl is cut short when my fist connects with his jaw, sending him sprawling into the dirt. I barely pause, there’s no time for hesitation. Another one charges at me, its eyes wild with rage and fear, and I ready myself for the blow.But then...I smell her.And the world stills around me.It hits me like lightning, soft jasmine and moonlit rain. That scent. My lycan stills, confused, alert. My breath hitches. That can’t be. Not here. Not now.I throw the Lycan off of me with a snarl and turn, my heart hammering in my chest. My senses lock onto her, every instinct screaming the undeniable truth at me. My mate is here.And then, there she is. Standing at the edge of the fight, her chest heaving, blood on her arms, but none of it hers. Her pale eyes meet mine, wide with disbelief and something that looks a lot like relief.We don’t move at first. The battlefield