Semua Bab The Lycan King's Hybrid Mate: Bab 111 - Bab 118

Rosalee's Point of View The walls feel like they’re closing in on me as I pace the living room again. I’ve already circled the coffee table at least a dozen times, my fingers fidgeting with the hem of my sweater as my thoughts race. I can't sit still. I tried. The silence is too loud, too accusing. Every second that ticks by just feeds the knot in my stomach. Jensen is at that alliance meeting right now, and I have no idea how it’s going. What if they turn on him because of me? What if I’ve ruined everything? I glance out the window, Nyx and Josh are still there, casually keeping watch like I’m a prisoner in my own home. I know they’re just doing their job. Jensen asked them to. But it still stings. That after everything, I still need to be watched. Suddenly, a sharp knock at the front door freezes me in place. My heart leaps into my throat. For a second, my breath catches, did something go wrong? Did Jensen send someone back? My feet move before my thoughts can catch up, and I o

Rosalee's Point of ViewThe room falls into a natural hush as the alphas finish volleying ideas back and forth, and I feel the weight of the moment pressing on my chest. Everyone’s trying hard, too hard, to outthink Freya. But I know her better than anyone in this room. I know how she twists information, how she always assumes the lie is behind the truth. She’s careful. Paranoid. And above all, she’s cunning.I clear my throat, drawing their attention. “Freya is sharp,” I say. “She’ll sense a lie before we even finish telling it. If we feed her false information, she’ll probably assume it’s a setup and do the opposite.”They all look at me now, some skeptical, others thoughtful. “So instead of trying to trick her into doing what we want… what if we predict what she’ll do when she thinks she’s avoiding a trap?”There’s a pause before I add, “Freya doesn’t know Alpha Celine is still alive. She thinks she died in that last attack on Shadow Vale. Maybe we can use that.”Victor leans back

Freya's Point of ViewThe bitter scent of Ravena’s tea blends with the rich aroma of my coffee, curling through the air of the dimly lit cabin. Maps, scouting reports, and coded messages are scattered across the table between us, plans for Crimsonclaw’s next move. I trace my finger over the edge of a marked forest path, only half listening to Ravena’s updates, when my phone starts vibrating against the wood of the table.The sound cuts through the quiet like a blade. I glance down at the screen, fully expecting to see Rosalee’s name again. She’s been calling non stop, but I’ve ignored every single one. She made her choice, she chose them over me. Over her blood.But this time, it isn’t her name.It’s an unknown number.My eyes narrow. Something about it sends a ripple of caution through me. Ravena looks up, brows arching slightly. I raise a hand to silence her and answer the call, lifting the phone to my ear, but I don’t speak. I refuse to give anything away first, not even my breath.

Jensen's Point of View The room is thick with tension, but also focus, the kind of focus that comes when people know the stakes and are finally starting to see a path forward. We all stand around the large table in my office, the maps of the region spread out before us like a battlefield waiting to be claimed. Red markers, black ink trails, highlighters, it’s all a controlled chaos, and every set of eyes is locked on it. Rosalee leans forward, her finger hovering over one of the bolded lines as she speaks. “We can’t use main roads. Freya would never believe we’d move someone as importnant as Alpha Celine along one of them, they’re too exposed.” She’s right, and the room murmurs in agreement. Victor steps up next, tapping his knuckle on the area between two ridgelines. “That leaves us with these two back roads. The eastern ridge road will be easier, wider, more manageable for the convoy. But the river road?” He pauses, meeting my eyes. “That one’s perfect for an ambush.” I no