Chapter: Chapter 78Leo's Point of View My phone blares on the nightstand, dragging me out of the half sleep I have been stuck in for hours. It is still dark outside, that heavy, colorless kind of dark right before dawn, and for a second I think I imagined the sound. Then it vibrates again. And the word Dad flashes on my screen. A cold weight settles in my stomach before I even answer. He never calls this early unless something is wrong. Really wrong. I swipe the screen. “Dad?” His voice comes through low and tight, clipped in the way it gets when he is forcing himself to stay in control. “Leo. There was another attack last night.” My heart stops. Just, stops. “Another, Dad, what? Where?” My feet hit the floor before I consciously decide to move. I am still in my sweatpants, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, trying to process what he just said. “The Bloodfang pack,” he says. No hesitation. No softening. “It was hit just before midnight. This attack was the worst one yet.” I curse unde
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Chapter: Chapter 77Maddox's Point of View The air in this cabin tastes like smoke and iron. I like it that way. It reminds me of purpose, of power, of everything the Lycans were meant to be before the wolves poisoned it all. The map sprawled out in front of me is covered in red lines and claw marks from where I dragged my finger too hard earlier. I trace the next mark, Silver Mountain Ridge Pack, and feel the familiar rush of anticipation coil tight in my chest. Rhys stands opposite me, tall and patient, waiting for me to speak. He is the only one who does not flinch when I take too long to decide. “They will be an easy strike,” he says finally. “We hit them from the east, through the treeline. They will not...” I cut him off with a shake of my head. “No. They will expect that. We go from the north. Through the ridge.” Rhys hesitates for a second, then nods his head. “Understood.” Good. He does not question me twice. I glance at the map again, at the way the ink bleeds where the paper ha
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Chapter: Chapter 76Aria's Point of View The second the blindfold slips away, the sunlight rushes back into my world, warm, golden, and soft against my skin. I blink a few times before my vision clears, and when it does, I almost forget to breathe. A blanket is spread out over the grass, a basket overflowing with food, two glasses catching the light like little prisms, and the whole clearing surrounded by trees whispering in the breeze. It feels untouched, like a moment pulled straight out of a dream. “Oh,” I whisper. “Cole… you did all this?” He looks almost shy, one hand rubbing the back of his neck. “I, uh… yeah. I thought you could use a break. Something nice. Something that was not… all the stuff you have been dealing with.” For a second, all I can do is stare at him, because the thoughtfulness in his eyes feels like a lifeline after everything that has happened. “This is really sweet,” I say softly. He grins, that easy, boyish grin that has a way of making the world feel lighter. “Then
Last Updated: 2025-11-12
Chapter: Chapter 75Cole's Point of View I tighten the straps on the picnic basket one last time, making sure everything inside is steady. The blanket, the sandwiches I woke up early to make, the fruit, the chocolate, covered strawberries I bought because Aria mentioned once, so casually, that she loves them. It is simple. It is definitely not extravagant. But it is… us. Or at least, what I hope we can become. I step back and take in the setup. The little clearing is not far from campus, tucked behind a line of oaks, out of sight, quiet. Peaceful. A place where she can breathe, where the world cannot touch her for a couple of hours. I cannot get her expression out of my mind from the past few days. Something heavy has been clinging to her, weighing her down. Even when she smiles, there is a flicker of something else behind it, worry, fear, even exhaustion. I want today to erase even a little bit of that. I lay out the blanket on the ground, I grab the basket, and carefully place it on the
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Chapter: Chapter 74Aria's Point of View The morning light presses through the thin dorm curtains, it is soft but insistent, brushing warm across my face until I blink awake. For a moment, I just lie still, letting the quiet settle over me. No screams. No smoke. No shattered pack grounds. Just my room. Just morning. But the second I sit up, the memories slam into me, the second attack, the bodies, the survivors huddled together, Griffen’s face when I confronted him, Cole’s steady presence afterward, Leo’s worry. It all piles up inside me like a weight pressing against my ribs. I draw a slow breath, trying to shake it off. Today is a new day. I swing my legs off the bed and stretch. Maren is still asleep, curled in her blankets, one arm thrown over her head as if blocking out the world. I envy her for a second, that peaceful oblivion. I move quietly, grabbing clothes and slipping into the bathroom to get ready. The hot water helps loosen the knot in my chest, the knot that has been tighten
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Chapter: Chapter 73Griffen's Point of View The air inside the library is colder than I expect, sharp enough to raise the hairs on my arms as I step through the doors. It smells like old paper, dust, and something clean. It is early quiet here. I have not slept, not really, and the lack of rest clings to me like a second skin, heavy and tense. But sitting around doing nothing? That is worse. I make my way past the rows of study tables and whispering students until I reach the far corner, where the old geography section is tucked away. The shelves are tall, the lights dimmer here, and no one bothers coming back unless they need something specific. Good. I need privacy. I run my fingers over a row of binders until I find the campus archive maps, territorial spreads, printed geography, old pack alliance routes Jensen’s pack donated years ago. My heart thuds hard when I pull them out, two thick atlases and a folded map of the surrounding states. Perfect. I grab a table by the window, drop everyth
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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
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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
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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
Last Updated: 2025-08-13
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
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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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