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: Chapter 165Rosalee's Point of ViewI set my pen down gently, giving the last thank you note a final glance before folding it and slipping it into the envelope. My handwriting has gotten slower after the tenth note, but each one carries sincere gratitude. I want every guest who came to know how much it meant to have them there.I lean back in my chair and stretch, rolling my shoulders to work out the tension. The scent of something warm and savory drifts faintly into the room. My heart lifts before I even hear the soft knock on the doorframe.I look up, and there he is.Jensen.Just the sight of him brings a smile to my face. He looks so at ease here, standing in the doorway like he belongs, because he does. His voice is soft, full of affection. “I brought lunch. Thought we could take a break together.”I push the chair back and rise to my feet, brushing a loose strand of hair behind my ear as I cross the room towards him. My steps are light, but my heart is full.When I reach him, I place both h
Last Updated: 2025-06-17
Chapter: Chapter 164Jensen's Point of ViewI rise from my chair, pacing slowly behind my desk, the weight of everything pressing heavier against my shoulders with each step. Ronan and Nyx track me with their eyes, silent but attentive. The tension in the room is thick, charged with the urgency that’s been building since the last attack.“We can’t keep waiting for answers that might never come,” I say finally, halting in front of the tall windows overlooking the edge of the forest. “We’re running out of time, and so are the packs that are still vulnerable.”I turn to face them fully, my jaw set. “I want to call a meeting.”Nyx straightens slightly in her chair. “Of the alliance packs?”“No,” I shake my head. “Not just the alliance packs. I want every werewolf pack invited. Alliance or not. And I want every Lycan pack here, as well.”Ronan’s brows lift slightly, but he doesn’t object. “That’ll be a full house.”“Good,” I say. “They need to hear what we know. They need to see how serious this is. Someone is
Last Updated: 2025-06-16
Chapter: Chapter 163Jensen's Point of ViewThe afternoon sun filters in through the tall windows of my office, casting golden light across my desk. Dust motes dance lazily in the warm beams, and the room feels almost too quiet. The soft sound of my pen scratching across the corner of a report is the only thing breaking the silence, until I stop, leaning back in my chair with a slow exhale.These last few days with Rosalee have been nothing short of bliss. Every time I wake and I feel her curled into my side, every smile she offers me across the breakfast table, every time she laughs, my gosh, that laugh, it grounds me in a way nothing else ever has. I’ve never felt so whole. So at peace.But that peace can’t hold forever.My eyes drop back to the report sitting in front of me. The words blur for a moment as I rub a hand across my jaw, pushing away the sinking feeling in my chest. Another attack. Another werewolf pack hit, this time further north, but still too close for comfort.Lycans again.No scent ma
Last Updated: 2025-06-15
Chapter: Chapter 162Rosalee's Point of ViewThe ceremony is over, but the magic lingers in the air like a soft hum beneath my skin. Jensen’s hand is still wrapped around mine as we walk back down the aisle, surrounded by the cheers and howls of our pack members and allies. My cheeks ache from smiling so much, but I can’t stop. I don’t want to.The lakeside glows in the warm, golden light of early evening. The twinkling lights strung between the trees sway gently in the breeze. Tables draped in soft off white linens are scattered across the grass, decorated with blush pink and dusty blue florals that match the quiet colors of the lake. Everything feels dreamlike. Perfect.We begin moving from group to group, and every time someone greets me with a warm smile or a congratulations, it takes me a second to remember that they’re speaking to me, not just as Rosalee, but as Luna now.“Congratulations, Luna,” Alpha Elias says with a deep nod of his head, his mate standing beside him. “You make a striking pair.”
Last Updated: 2025-06-14
Chapter: Chapter 161Rosalee's Point of ViewSunlight pours in through the window in soft, golden waves, dancing across the bedroom walls like it knows today is meant to be beautiful. Everything feels a little magical, a little more vibrant, like the whole world knows it's my wedding day.Piper hums quietly as she stands behind me, carefully pinning soft curls into place. Her swollen belly brushes gently against the back of my chair every so often, and she just chuckles and mutters apologies under her breath. I smile. I wouldn't want anyone else helping me get ready.The room smells faintly of roses and fresh air drifting in from the open window. I can hear the distant rustle of the wind through the trees near the lake. The sound soothes me, even as my heart flutters with nerves and excitement."You're glowing," Piper says, stepping back to admire her work.I meet my own eyes in the mirror, hardly recognizing myself. My hair is swept back in loose, romantic curls, with a few strands falling around my face
Last Updated: 2025-06-13
Chapter: Chapter 160Jensen's Point of ViewThe afternoon sun filters through the blinds of my office, casting slanted shadows across the hardwood floor and the stacks of papers on my desk. I sit back in my chair, the leather creaking under the shift of my weight as I flip through the latest report in my hands, one of several that have taken up most of my desk this week.It’s been a few days since the last attack on the werewolf packs. The silence since has been unsettling, the kind that doesn’t bring peace but tension, like the eye of a storm. I had hoped the lull might mean things were calming down, but deep down, I know better.I set one report down and pick up the next. Both are from our trackers, seasoned, reliable wolves I trust with my life. They spent days embedded within the two packs that were attacked, following every broken branch, every scent trail, every fragment of evidence. But their conclusions are identical.The Lycans were rogues.No pack scent.No identifiable affiliations.Just shadow
Last Updated: 2025-06-12
Chapter: Chapter 45Aiden's Point of ViewThe late afternoon sun filters through the blinds, casting slanted golden stripes across my desk. I sit in my office, the chair creaking quietly beneath me as I shift my weight. The pack house is unusually quiet, too quiet. Just the steady ticking of the old clock on the wall and the faint rustling of papers keep me company.I rub a hand over my face, then lean forward again, elbows braced on the desk. The reports are scattered across the surface, incident reports, scout updates, doctor's assessments, and maps marked with the attack patterns. I’ve read them all more times than I can count, but I go through them again, methodically. Page after page. Every detail is a puzzle piece, and I keep hoping the right pattern will suddenly click into place.The Gray Mountain attack. The claw marks. The strange burn pattern left near the tree line. The scent that disappeared mid trail. I circle back to the part about Abby, how the sudden chaos sent her to the hospital, becau
Last Updated: 2025-06-17
Chapter: Chapter 44Hazel's Point of View The afternoon sun slants through the trees as I walk back to my apartment, the world quiet around me. The sound of my boots on the pavement, the rustling of wind through the leaves, the occasional bird, everything feels too normal for the storm stirring in my chest. The vision of the woman with crimson eyes lingers at the edges of my mind, pressing in like fog. Once inside, I lock the door behind me and pull the curtains closed, shutting out the light. The stillness in my apartment is familiar, grounding, and yet today it feels more like a sanctuary for something sacred. I move with purpose, setting my bag down and crossing the room to the bookshelf where I keep my supplies. From a drawer beneath it, I pull out an old, folded map, well worn and yellowed at the edges, showing our town and several others nearby. I clear the coffee table and smooth it flat on the surface, weighing down the corners with crystals: obsidian, quartz, tiger’s eye. I grab a small clay
Last Updated: 2025-06-14
Chapter: Chapter 43Hazel's Point of View The sharp shrill sound of my alarm splits through the quiet, dragging me from restless sleep. I groan and slap at my phone until the noise stops. For a moment, I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, the last wisps of dream clinging to the edges of my mind. Crimson eyes. Dark hair. The woman still lingers in my thoughts like a shadow refusing to lift. But the day is waiting, and I have a lecture to give. I swing my legs over the side of the bed and stretch, my joints protesting the movement. The morning light spills weakly through my curtains, casting faint gold streaks across the hardwood floor. I shuffle into the bathroom, splash cold water on my face, and run a comb through my tangled hair. My reflection stares back at me, tired, but determined. I dress in something comfortable but professional, a cream sweater tucked into high waisted trousers, my boots scuffed but dependable. I pull on a long coat and sling my bag over my shoulder, stuffing my lecture
Last Updated: 2025-06-13
Chapter: Chapter 42Aiden's Point of ViewI slow my pace as the forest begins to thin, my breath coming in steady pants, the pounding in my chest finally dulled to a quiet thrum. The run helped clear my mind, somewhat. The edge of the storm still lingers inside me, but at least now it isn’t screaming.I shift back into my human form, the familiar jolt of bones snapping and fur receding sharp but manageable. The air is cool against my skin, carrying the earthy scent of pine and damp leaves. I head for the tree where I always stash clothes. A pair of loose black shorts hangs from the lowest branch, right where I left them.I tug them on, brushing dirt from my legs as I move. My skin is still damp with sweat, my muscles buzzing with exertion, but I welcome the soreness. It makes me feel present. Anchored.The walk back to my apartment is quiet. A few pack members cross my path, offering polite nods of their heads or small greetings, but I keep moving, not stopping for small talk. My mind’s already shifting
Last Updated: 2025-06-12
Chapter: Chapter 41Aiden's Point of ViewThe morning light seeps through the crack in the blinds, painting pale golden stripes across the ceiling. I blink against it, disoriented for a moment, caught between sleep and the heavy, lingering haze that’s clung to me since I got back last night.My apartment is quiet. Too quiet. The kind of quiet that presses against your ears, makes your heart beat just a little louder in your chest. I lay there for a while, staring at the ceiling, listening to the silence. Everything looks the same, the worn dresser in the corner, the boots kicked haphazardly by the door, the photo of me and Abby framed on the nightstand, but it all feels different. Off. Like I’ve stepped back into a version of my life that doesn’t quite fit anymore.I push the covers off and sit up, muscles stiff, joints sore in that way that tells me sleep didn’t do much. My feet hit the floor with a dull thud. The wood is cold under my heels. Familiar.I move through the motions on autopilot. Pulling on
Last Updated: 2025-06-11
Chapter: Chapter 40Hazel's Point of ViewThe bell over the café door chimes again, but I barely register it now. The hum of quiet conversation and clinking mugs creates a gentle cocoon around us. I rest my elbows on the wooden table, tracing the faint scratches etched into its surface, signs of time, of stories shared at this very table. Across from me, Valerie scrolls through her phone for a second before setting it aside, her gaze flicking to the counter.A moment later, the waitress returns balancing a small tray. “One caramel latte with a raspberry danish, and a cappuccino with a blueberry scone,” she says, placing the warm mugs and plates down in front of us with practiced grace.The cappuccino smells heavenly, bold espresso with a delicate dusting of cinnamon on the foam. I wrap my hands around the mug, letting the warmth seep into my skin. The blueberry scone is golden and flaky, with sugar crystals catching the light like tiny diamonds. Valerie’s danish looks equally divine, the raspberry fillin
Last Updated: 2025-06-10
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