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
Last Updated: 2025-06-27
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
Last Updated: 2025-06-27
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
Last Updated: 2025-06-27
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.”
Last Updated: 2025-06-27
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
Last Updated: 2025-06-27
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
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 121Griffen's Point of View I move through the forest without hurry, letting my pace match the rhythm of the land. The trees here grow close together, their trunks thick and scarred, branches interlacing overhead until the light thins to a dull green haze. This is the first spot, the inward curve of the border where the terrain does half the work for an attacker. I slow as I approach, every step deliberate. The ground dips subtly, just enough to hide movement from the usual patrol lines. Ferns and low brush grow thick here, their scent sharp and wet beneath my boots. I crouch down, pressing my fingers into the soil. It has been disturbed recently, not enough to raise alarm, but enough to tell a story. Something heavy passed through, careful but not careful enough. I close my eyes and breathe in. Pine. Damp earth. And beneath it all, something familiar that makes my stomach twist. Lycans. It is faint, days old at least, but it lingers like a ghost. Not Maddox himself, he neve
Last Updated: 2025-12-24
Chapter: Chapter 120Griffen's Point of View The forest thins as I crest the last ridge, the pack lands opening up below me in a wide sweep of pine and stone. My truck idles for a moment before I cut the engine, the sudden quiet ringing in my ears. I sit there longer than I should, my hands tight on the steering wheel, my eyes scanning the tree line, the borders, and the paths that funnel in and out of the territory. This is it. The pattern on the map did not lie. If Maddox strikes again, it will be here. I grab my bag and step out, the air sharp and clean, nothing like the smoke and blood I have come to associate with these places. That alone twists something in my chest. They do not know what is coming. Two patrol wolves catch my scent before I even reach the main path. They appear from the trees in human form, guarded but not hostile, their eyes tracking every move I make. “I am here to see the Alpha,” I say evenly, keeping my hands visible. “My name is Griffen.” They exchange a glance be
Last Updated: 2025-12-23
Chapter: Chapter 119Aria's Point of View I move carefully through what is left of the storage building, a clipboard tucked under my arm, the smell of smoke still clinging to the air no matter how much time passes. I did not choose this task, but it is where I am needed, and right now that is enough. Crates are stacked unevenly along the walls, some salvaged, some newly delivered, and I take inventory one item at a time. Bandages. Antibiotics. Water. Dried food. Blankets. My pen scratches steadily against the paper, the small, ordinary sound grounding me. I force myself to focus on numbers instead of scorch marks, on lists instead of the memories that threaten to surface every time I glance outside. People move in and out around me, quiet, efficient, exhausted. Everyone here wears the same tight, and hollow look. I do not know how much time passes. Minutes blur into hours. The sun shifts in the sky, light slanting differently through the broken windows, and my legs start to ache from standing. I am
Last Updated: 2025-12-22
Chapter: Chapter 118Griffen's Point of View The cafeteria smells like burnt toast and coffee, but I can barely taste it. My fork scrapes lazily against the plate as I pick at scrambled eggs I do not even want to eat. I have barely slept, and my thoughts are heavy, tangled in every possible scenario Maddox could be planning next. Brandon slides into the seat across from me with his usual easy grin, but it does not reach his eyes. “Griff, you look like you are already in trouble this morning,” he says, eyeing me carefully. I lift my gaze just enough to give a faint smile. “Trouble finds me, I guess.” He leans in a little closer, lowering his voice. “Did you hear? Another pack was hit last night.” My fork freezes halfway to my mouth. My pulse picks up. “Where?” I ask, keeping my tone neutral, like it is just curiosity and not a knot of panic forming in my chest. “Silvercrest Range,” Brandon says. His expression tightens. “They said it was brutal… real bad.” I nod my head slowly, trying to mask
Last Updated: 2025-12-21
Chapter: Chapter 117Aria's Point of View The moment the truck slows down, I know. The air changes first, it is thick with smoke, iron, and something sour that clings to the back of my throat. The trees thin as we cross the border, and what comes into view makes my chest tighten until it hurts. Silvercrest Range is scarred. Buildings stand blackened and broken, some nothing more than skeletal frames jutting up against the pale morning sky. The ground is torn apart, deep claw marks raking through dirt and stone, scorched patches where fire kissed too long. Ash drifts lazily in the air, settling on everything like a gray shroud. Dad cuts the engine, and the sudden silence is worse than the noise of the road. I step out of the truck, my boots crunching softly against debris, and the smell hits me at full force. Burned wood. Blood. Fear. It is everywhere, soaked into the earth like it will never leave. Werewolves move through the ruins in small groups, quiet and efficient. Some carry supplies. O
Last Updated: 2025-12-18
Chapter: Chapter 116Leo's Point of View I am already pulling my jacket on when my phone starts ringing. The sound freezes me mid movement. I do not even have to look at the screen to know something is wrong, but I do anyway. Dad. This early. My stomach tightens instantly. I answer. “Dad?” His voice is tight, clipped, all business and no warmth. “Leo. There has been another attack.” The words land like a physical blow. My hand curls around the phone as I turn towards the window, watching early morning light creep across the academy grounds, students still asleep, blissfully unaware. “Which pack?” I ask, already bracing myself. “There is no time to get into details right now,” he says. “I am on my way to get you. Be ready.” My chest constricts. “How bad is it?” There is a pause, just long enough to tell me everything he is not saying. “Bad enough,” he answers quietly. I swallow hard, nodding my head even though he cannot see me. “I will be outside.” The call ends. I lower the ph
Last Updated: 2025-12-16
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
Last Updated: 2025-08-06
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
Last Updated: 2025-07-27
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
Last Updated: 2025-07-16
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