All Chapters of The Lycan King's Hybrid Mate: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Jensen's Point of View I sit behind my desk, the morning sun pouring in through the tall window behind me, casting warm streaks of light across the wood grain. My coffee's gone cold, untouched since I set it down. My fingers trace the rim of the mug absently as my thoughts wander back to breakfast with Rosalee. It had been… nice. Warm. For a few minutes, it had felt almost normal, like before everything fell apart. But I should’ve known something was coming, there was a tension in her eyes, a determination under the surface of her smile. And then she said it. “I want to help and fight in the trap set for Crimsonclaw.” I exhale slowly, rubbing the back of my neck as I lean back in my chair. That familiar ache is there again, a tight coil of conflict deep in my chest. I still don’t know how I feel about her joining the fight. On one hand, the thought of her in danger turns my stomach. I still care about her. More than I’d like to admit. No matter how complicated it’s gotten betwee

Rosalee's Point of View It’s 13:30, the clock on the wall ticking steadily in Jensen’s home office, but still no word from him. I sit on the edge of the couch, my foot bouncing anxiously. I keep glancing at my phone, willing it to light up. What if the alphas don’t trust me? What if they see me as Crimsonclaw’s spy, no matter what I’ve done to prove otherwise? My thoughts begin to spiral, tightening like a noose around my confidence, until a knock at the front door snaps me out of it. I blink, startled. Jensen wouldn’t knock. Maybe he sent Josh to let me down gently. I cross the floor quickly, half running down the hall and pull open the door, only to find Nyx standing there, arms crossed, expression unreadable. Her eyes scan me from head to toe, taking in my training clothes. “Great,” she says bluntly. “You’re already dressed. Jensen talked to the alphas, they’ve agreed to fight with you.” I release a breath I didn’t realize I was holding, relief softening my tense shoulder

Rosalee's Point of ViewI sit quietly in front of the mirror, the morning light filtering in through the window casting a soft glow over the room. My fingers tremble slightly as I finish braiding my hair, tying it off tightly at the end. It feels like a small act of control, something solid in the midst of the storm churning in my stomach. I stare at my reflection, trying to convince myself, I’m ready. I repeat the words silently, again and again. But no matter how many times I say it, the knot in my gut won’t loosen.Today is the day we face Crimsonclaw. Today is the day I face my mother... The day everything changes.A knock at the door pulls me from my thoughts. I stand, my legs feeling a little unsteady beneath me, and quickly cross the room. When I open the door, Jensen stands there, his expression grim and unreadable. He’s already dressed for battle, his eyes sharper than usual, his mouth set in a tight line.“It’s time,” he says, his voice low and steady.I nod my head, not tru

Freya's Point of View The scent of old wood and earth fills my lungs as I stand in my cabin, the flickering lantern light casting long shadows across the worn map spread out on the kitchen table. The surface is cluttered with markers, notes, and lines drawn in red and black ink, each one representing a step in the trap that we have spent days perfecting. Ravena stands across from me, her arms crossed over her chest, her posture sharp and ready. Her crimson hair catches the light like flame. “I’ve already arranged everything with our pack,” she says, her voice calm and cool, laced with focus. I nod my head, my eyes scanning across the lines once again. “That’s great. Let’s go over this one more time. I'm not leaving anything up to fate. There is no way Celine walks away a second time.” The corners of Ravena’s mouth pulls up into a sharp smile as she leans over the table and taps a point on the map. “I’ll go with a group of ten wolves. We will intercept them here, just before the fo

Rosalee's Point of ViewThe forest is alive with tension. Every rustle of leaves, every distant howl sets my nerves on fire. I press my back against the rough bark of the tree, trying to steady my breathing, but it’s no use, my heart is hammering so hard it feels like it’s echoing through the woods. I glance at Josh, standing tall beside me, calm, but alert, his eyes scanning the shadows ahead.Why did I think I was ready for this?The weight of the decision I made this morning presses down on me, but there’s no turning back now. The time for doubt is over.Josh turns to face me, his expression softer than usual, his voice steady as he says, “I promise I won’t let anything happen to you.”That promise, simple and solid, cuts through my fear like a blade. I force a small smile and whisper, “Thank you for having my back.”He nods his head, the corners of his mouth lifting just slightly. “Always.”We fall into silence again, the kind that crackles with anticipation. Around us, warriors a