Chapter: Chapter 59Veylith's Point of ViewThe forest bends around me as I prowl from the shadows, my paws sinking into the earth with soundless precision. My muscles ripple beneath my fur, every movement honed, controlled. My vision sharpens in the dark, my crimson eyes cutting through distance until they land on them.There they are.Drake, is standing tall, protective, his wolf’s strength simmering beneath his skin. Nicole, fragile and glowing, her unborn child radiating a strange, potent energy that I can almost taste. And Hazel… the witch. The one who shattered the cage of my prison and let me walk free again.A low growl builds in my throat, vibrating deep in my chest. So it is true. They are all here. All gathered neatly in one place.I step forward, claws sinking into the soil, my weight pressing down like a shadow over the clearing. Their gazes snap to me, wary, watchful. Hazel moves quickly, faster than I expect. Her hands lift, her voice sharp with a spell.The ripple shimmers into existence
Last Updated: 2025-08-18
Chapter: Chapter 58Hazel's Point of ViewI stand frozen for a few heartbeats, my eyes locked on the forest. The sound of paws thundering against the earth fades quickly, swallowed by the dense trees. Drake’s massive dark wolf, Mark’s gray wolf, and Aiden’s sandy coat wolf are gone in seconds, vanishing into the shadows like they were never here.Only then do I exhale, the tension in my chest loosening just enough for me to speak. I turn to Nicole, who is still watching the treeline with her hands resting protectively over her swollen belly.“Let’s head back into the pack house,” I say, my voice calmer than I feel. “I will put up a barrier around it, make sure nothing else gets through.”She meets my gaze, something unspoken passing between us, a shared understanding, and a shared worry. Then she nods her head. “Alright.”We walk together towards the steps, the heavy wooden door of the pack house looming ahead like a safe haven. But I know better. Four walls and a lock are not enough against what is out t
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Chapter: Chapter 57Aiden's Point of ViewI move fast down the hallway towards the stairs, I am barely aware of my feet as I descend the stairs and head straight for my office. My jaw is tight, my hands curled into fists, and my thoughts spin faster than I can catch them. I slam the door behind me and begin pacing the length of the room.Crimson eyes. Pitch black hair.Hazel’s words echo over and over in my mind.That woman she saw in the vision… she fits the exact description of the woman I met at the bar, the night everything fell apart. The night I rejected Hazel.I never told anyone about her. Not Nicole. Not Drake. Not even Hazel.Back then, I thought I had just had too much to drink. I thought I imagined the intensity in her eyes, the way her voice made my skin crawl. But now...Then there was the figure I saw at the stream. Just a flash. Black hair. Red eyes. Gone in the blink of an eye. I thought I was losing it. But what if I was not? What if it was her again?What if she has been watching us th
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Chapter: Chapter 56Hazel's Point of ViewThe room grows quiet... too quiet.As everyone processes what Drake and I just told them, silence takes hold like a vise. Amelia clutches Griffin a little tighter. Richard does not even blink, his jaw locked. Even Aiden looks pale now, eyes distant, haunted, maybe.I shift uncomfortably in my seat, the weight of their fear pressing against my chest.Then, quietly, Nicole rises from her chair. She rests a hand on her rounded belly, her other bracing against the table. Her voice is soft but firm as she says. “It has been a long eventful drive. Let me show you to your room, Hazel.”Relief flutters in my chest like a bird. I nod my head, grateful for the out. “Thanks. I would apriciate that.” I need a moment. Just a few minutes away from all this, away from the weight of what I have just said and the way it has unsettled everyone.But before Nicole can take a step, Aiden speaks up. “I can show her.”The words fall hard in the space between us, like a stone dropped i
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Chapter: Chapter 55Aiden's Point of ViewI pace the length of my office like a caged animal, the old wooden floor creaking beneath my boots with every turn. My eyes flick to the clock on the wall, it has been two and a half hours since Drake called. They should have been here by now.A tight knot forms in my gut, twisting with each passing minute. Something is wrong. I can feel it like a storm pressing against the edges of my skin. I told Drake this was a bad idea, dragging Hazel back into our world. And now they are late.I grab my phone and keys from the desk, heart thudding against my ribs. Enough waiting.As I storm out of the office and push through the front doors of the pack house, the harsh afternoon light stings my eyes. I’m halfway down the porch steps when I hear the low rumble of an engine approaching from the treeline.Drake’s truck, driving up towards the pack house.I stop dead in my tracks as the vehicle comes into view, dust trailing behind it. Relief crashes into me, hot and sharp, but
Last Updated: 2025-07-24
Chapter: Chapter 54Hazel's Point of ViewThe trees blur past the window as we follow the winding road back towards Blackwater. I rest my head against the glass, watching the world streak by in shades of green and gold, trying to settle the twisting in my stomach. There’s a quiet between Drake and me, not uncomfortable, just full. The kind of quiet that says we’re both bracing for what comes next.Then I see it.“Drake,” I say, sitting up straight, pointing ahead.A column of black smoke snakes into the sky from somewhere just beyond the trees. Thick. Ominous. My heart drops into my stomach even before the shrill, piercing tone of Drake’s phone slices through the air. He pulls it from his pocket, eyes narrowing as he reads the screen.“Another attack,” he mutters, voice low and tight.Before I can respond, movement catches my eye, shadows shifting fast through the trees on the side of the road.Wolves.At least five of them, sleek and fast, darting through the forest like they’re being hunted, or running
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The Lycan King's Werewolf Daughter
Born of royalty, yet feeling like an outsider, Aria has never truly belonged—especially as the only werewolf child of the powerful Lycan King Jensen and the legendary hybrid Rosalee. With bright blue eyes that mark her as different, Aria finds fleeting freedom in the human world, sneaking out with her best friend to escape the expectations that weigh her down.
Griffin, a brooding Lycan with a dark past, has been raised in the shadow of betrayal. Haunted by the legacy of his father's crimes and consumed by a thirst for justice, he watches Aria with a plan for revenge—until fate intervenes and binds them in a way neither of them could have expected.
Thrown together by destiny, torn apart by pride, and tested by secrets that could change everything, Aria and Griffin must navigate a fragile balance of love, loyalty, and legacy. As tensions rise between Lycans and werewolves, their bond could be the key to peace—or the spark that ignites a devastating war.
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Chapter: Chapter 133Aria's Point of View The man’s smile widens slowly, like he is savoring the moment. It is not the feral snarl the other Lycans wear. It is calm, calculated, and cruel. “I have been waiting for you, Aria.” My name lands between us like a blade. For half a heartbeat, shock punches the air from my lungs, but I lock it down just as fast. I do not let my eyes widen. I do not let my stance shift. If he sees that he got to me, even for a second, he wins something I cannot afford to give. Instead, I lift my chin a fraction, steady and unflinching. Waiting. The word crawls under my skin. My pulse thunders, but I keep my breathing even, my weight balanced, my hands loose but ready. Every instinct screams questions, how does he know me, how long has he been watching, what else does he know, but I swallow them all. Silence is power. His gaze drags over me like he is cataloging every detail, like this is not the first time he has done it. The thought makes my stomach twist, b
Last Updated: 2026-01-22
Chapter: Chapter 132Aria's Point of View My lungs burn, every breath I take is sharp and fast, but I do not slow down. The next Lycan comes at me head on, his teeth bared, and his eyes feral. I duck under his swipe, feel the rush of air where his claws should have been, and drive my fist into his throat. He staggers back, choking. I twist, grab his shoulder, and use his own momentum to slam him into the ground. He does not get back up. Leo is there instantly, covering my flank like he always does. “Left,” he snaps. I spin just in time to see another Lycan lunging. I drop low, sweep his legs out, and roll as he crashes down beside me. Before he can recover, I am on him, my fist cracking against his jaw. He goes limp, the fight knocked clean out of him. Two more down. My heart hammers, sweat stinging my eyes as the sounds of battle surge and fall around us. Firelight flickers across broken stone and torn grass. The academy I know feels like a stranger, sharp, violent, and alive with danger.
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Chapter: Chapter 131Griffen's Point of View The sirens rip through the academy like a blade. I am on my feet before my mind even catches up, my heart slamming against my ribs as the sound drills straight into my skull. There is no confusion. No question. It is Maddox. I stand frozen for half a second in the middle of my dorm room, the red emergency lights flashing through the window, bathing everything in a harsh, pulsing glow. My gaze drops to the folder on my desk, the one I was supposed to take to Alpha Jensen tomorrow morning. Maps. Dates. Pack names. Patterns. Proof. I pick it up, my fingers tightening around the edges as regret coils low in my gut. I should have gone sooner. I should have told him everything the moment Maddox did not stop. I flip it open once, just once, scanning the markings like they might rearrange themselves into something different. Something that does not end like this. The sirens scream again, closer now, and even more urgent. “Damn it,” I mutter, snappin
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Chapter: Chapter 130Aria's Point of View The sirens are still screaming when I bolt out of my dorm room. I do not grab my phone. I do not even think about it. I leave it vibrating on the nightstand, whatever message lighting the screen completely forgotten as adrenaline takes over. I shove my door open and sprint down the hall, my bare footsteps slapping against the floor as other doors fly open around me. Shouts echo off the walls. Someone yells for everyone to move to the safe zones. Someone else is already shifting mid run, bones cracking, and clothes tearing. I take the stairs two at a time and burst out of the dorm building into the night. Cold air hits my lungs hard. Floodlights blaze across the academy grounds, turning shadows sharp and dangerous. The smell of fear is everywhere mixed with ozone, smoke, and the metallic tang of something violent already in motion. I do nit slow down. I barely make it ten steps before I collide with a solid wall of muscle. “Aria...” I look up to f
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Chapter: Chapter 129Aria's Point of View I sit cross legged on my bed, my back pressed against the headboard, the room is dim except for the soft glow of my desk lamp. Maren’s side of the room is empty for once, the quiet settling in around me like a held breath. Outside, the academy has gone still, no laughter in the halls, no doors slamming, just the low hum of night. I stare at my phone in my hands for a long moment before unlocking it. I scroll to my Dad’s name and tap call. He answers after a few rings. “Aria?” His voice is calm, and a little tired. “Is everything okay?” “Yeah,” I say, forcing a lightness I do not really feel. “I just wanted to let you know I am coming home for a visit.” There is a pause, then a soft chuckle. “A visit, huh? That is a surprise.” “I know,” I say, shifting on the bed and tucking my legs closer. “I will be there early tomorrow morning.” “Is something going on at school?” he asks, perceptive as ever. “Nothing bad,” I lie gently. “I just… I could use som
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Chapter: Chapter 128Aria's Point of View It has been a couple of days since Griffen came back. A couple of days since he looked me in the eye and said we needed to talk to my father, and that he just needed a little more time to get everything in order. I told myself I understood. I meant it. Still, the waiting settles under my skin like an itch I cannot quite scratch. I sit on the edge of my bed, braiding my hair slowly, and carefully, as if keeping my hands busy might keep my thoughts from spiraling. The room is quiet except for the soft rustle of fabric and the distant hum of the academy waking up. Griffen’s words loop through my mind whether I want them to or not. Soon, I tell myself. It has to be soon. I tie off the end of my braid and let it fall over my shoulder just as a knock sounds at the door. The sharp, familiar rhythm pulls me out of my thoughts. I stand, grab my bag from the chair, and cross the room. When I open the door, Cole is standing there, his hands in his pockets, wearin
Last Updated: 2026-01-09
The Lycan King's Hybrid Mate
For years, the Lycans and werewolves have been locked in a bitter war, their hatred spanning generations.
Rosalee, born under tragic and cruel circumstances, was abandoned as a baby at a werewolf pack. Treated worse than the lowest omega, she endured years of neglect and scorn.
On her sixteenth birthday, everything changed. Her first shift revealed a truth that shattered her world, Rosalee was no ordinary werewolf. Cast out from the only home she had ever known, she was forced to fend for herself, alone and afraid.
Desperate for safety, Rosalee found refuge in a quiet human town, where she built a new life. Working at a small hotel, she finally felt a sense of belonging, even forming a close bond with Dameon, the son of the hotel’s head chef. But her secret loomed over her like a shadow, a constant reminder of what she could lose if the truth came to light.
Her fragile peace is shattered when the Lycan King, a powerful, enigmatic figure, arrives at the hotel one fateful night. His presence is a threat to the life she’s built, and his intentions are as clear as his connection to her past.
As tensions rise and old wounds resurface, Rosalee is thrust into a dangerous game of survival. To protect her secret and those she cares about, she must confront her identity and uncover the truth about her origins, before the war she escaped catches up with her once again.
In a world divided by blood and betrayal, Rosalee must decide where she truly belongs and whether she can forge a path of her own.
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Chapter: Epilogue 2Griffen'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
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Chapter: Epilogue 1Rosalee'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
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Chapter: Chapter 185Rosalee'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
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Chapter: Chapter 184Rosalee'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.”
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Chapter: Chapter 183Jensen'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
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Chapter: Chapter 182Ronan'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
Last Updated: 2025-06-27
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