บททั้งหมดของ The Lycan King's Hybrid Mate: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

Rosalee's Point of ViewI start to stir awake, my mind already heavy with the thought of today’s training session. With a frustrated sigh, I sit up in bed, running a hand through my hair. I never imagined training in my wolf form would be this difficult. Yesterday’s talk with Jensen gave me a little sliver of hope that I’ll get there eventually, but right now? It still feels impossible.Letting out another groan, I throw the covers off and swing my legs out of bed, forcing myself up. I shuffle into the bathroom, turning on the cold water and quickly brushing my teeth, trying to shake off the lingering tiredness. I splash my face with water, patting it dry, then walk back into my room feeling only slightly more awake.Standing in front of my closet, I frown, chewing the inside of my cheek. What do you even wear when you know you’ll be shifting? I don't want to destroy another perfectly good outfit. After a moment’s debate, I settle on a wrap dress, easy to slip off before shifting, and

Jensen's Point of ViewI pull to a smooth stop in front of the house, the tires crunching quietly against the gravel. When I glance over at Rosalee, a small smile tugs at my lips. She's fast asleep in the seat next to me, completely worn out from the day’s activities. The soft light from the porch barely touches her face, but I can still see the relaxed, peaceful expression she wears, something rare and precious these days.I don't have the heart to wake her up.So, moving carefully, I shut off the engine and step out, closing my door with as little sound as I possible can. The night air is cool against my skin as I move around to her side. I open her door slowly, careful not to jolt her.Bending down, I scoop her up into my arms, cradling her close to my chest. She stirs slightly but doesn’t wake, nuzzling instinctively into me. I use my foot to nudge the door closed behind me, the latch clicking softly into place.As I carry her inside, the warm light from the house spills across us

Rosalee's Point of ViewThe moment the word "Freya" leaves Alpha Celine’s lips, it feels like my entire world tilts sideways.Panic slams into me, sudden and violent, and my heart starts hammering so loudly in my ears that I almost miss what comes next.No, it can’t be, I think desperately. It’s just a common name. It doesn’t have to mean anything.I fight to keep my breathing even, my expression blank, because out of the corner of my eye, I catch Nyx watching me. Watching too closely.I force myself to focus, pulling my face into a neutral mask even though my insides feel like they’re being shredded apart.Jensen's voice cuts through the pounding of my heart."That’s great. Can you describe her?"His tone is calm, steady, as if he has no idea that the ground beneath me is crumbling into dust.Alpha Celine nods her head, her voice steady as she starts,"She is about my height, maybe a few inches taller. She has long pitch black hair and striking blue eyes. I’ll never be able to forget

Rosalee's Point of View Jensen shakes his head slowly, his movements stiff and mechanical like he can’t quite believe what he’s hearing. Then he pushes up from his chair so abruptly that it scrapes loudly against the floor, the sound making me flinch. He stays behind his desk, putting a solid barrier between us, but his eyes, those familiar, steady eyes, are stormy now, clouded with disbelief and something that looks dangerously close to hurt. Tears blur my vision, and I lift my hands in surrender, my body trembling so hard I can barely stand still. I shake my head too, desperate to make him understand, to make him believe me. "It’s true," I choke out, my voice breaking completely now. "But I promise you, Jensen, I didn’t know I was giving information to Crimsonclaw." His jaw tightens, muscles ticking furiously under his skin. When he speaks, his voice is low, hard. "Rosalee, what did you do?" I wrap my arms around myself like I can somehow hold myself together,

Jensen's Point of View I take a deep breath, feeling the weight of their eyes on me, Ronan’s expectant and unreadable, Nyx’s sharp and already narrowing like she’s halfway to the truth. I look between them and then to Rosalee. She won’t meet their eyes. She sits with her shoulders drawn in, fingers still twisting in her lap. I can feel her fear radiating off her, and I hate that I’m the one who has to say it out loud. “I need to tell you both something,” I begin, voice low but steady. “And I need you to hear all of it before you react.” That gets Nyx’s full attention. Her arms cross, jaw tight. Ronan leans forward slightly, eyes flicking from me to Rosalee. I run a hand down my face, then continue. “Rosalee… has been leaking information. To Crimsonclaw.” Nyx’s face hardens instantly. Ronan’s jaw ticks. “But...” I raise a hand to stop them before they can speak, “she didn’t know it was Crimsonclaw.” Nyx scoffs under her breath, but I push through. “She met her mother th