All Chapters of The Lycan King's Hybrid Mate: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Nyx's Point of View I move like a shadow through the trees, every step measured and silent, my eyes locked on the retreating form of Alpha Ellias. I expect treachery, some hidden agenda, maybe an ambush for one of ours. But as I approach a ridge and peer through the undergrowth, what I see stills me. Ellias isn’t planning betrayal. He’s in trouble. Down in the hollow below, the Alpha is cornered, breathing hard, blood matting the fur along his ribs and shoulder. At least five Crimsonclaw wolves circle him, silent, coordinated, too controlled for a random attack. They’re toying with him, testing his movements, forcing him to spin, to tire. They know he’s injured. They smell the blood like sharks in the water. Ellias lunges at one and misses. The wolf ducks away and another snaps at his hind leg. He stumbles. I don’t hesitate. With a growl, I leap from the ridge, crashing through the underbrush and landing hard behind one of the circling wolves. My claws tear into its spin

Rosalee's Point of ViewI turn to look at Josh. He’s locked in a brutal fight, his towering Lycan form moving with lethal precision, claws slashing, fangs snapping. Blood splatters the ground around him, some of it his, but mostly the enemy's. I know he can handle himself, but my heart still clenches as I see another wolf lunge at him.I want to help, I want to stay, but something pulls at me... I need to go after Nyx.I meet Josh’s eyes for a brief moment, just long enough to hope he sees the apology and determination there, before I turn and run.The forest rushes past me in a blur of muted greens and browns, my black paws pounding against the earth in long, powerful strides. The sounds of battle echo behind me, snarls, howls, the crash of bodies, but I leave it all behind, my focus narrowed to one thing: Nyx.I saw her disappear, slipping away from the fight like a shadow, and something inside of me said follow her. I don't know if it is instinct or something deeper, but I trust wh

Victor's Point of ViewThe coppery scent of blood hangs thick in the air as I rip my claws from the chest of the Crimsonclaw wolf beneath me. Its body slumps with a dull thud, and I barely spare it a glance. I lift my head, scanning through the chaos, and that’s when I see him.A Lycan, taller than the rest, surrounded by the enemy. Four Crimsonclaw wolves are closing in on him like vultures. For a split second, I consider turning away. He’s a Lycan, he should be able to handle himself. But I realize he is injured and instinct takes over before doubt can dig in to deep. He’s outnumbered, injured and he’s a part of our fight. That’s all that matters.I leap forward, my muscles burning as I cross the clearing in seconds. One of the wolves turns at the last moment. Too slow. I think, smirking to myself as I slam into him with full force, knocking him off his feet. We hit the ground hard, and I don’t give him a chance to recover. My claws tear into his ribs, finding vital organs. He howls

Ravena's Point of ViewThe air is thick with blood and fury as I tear into the Lycan in front of me. My jaws snap at his throat, my claws raking across his side. He’s strong, stronger than most, but I am faster. More precise. I duck low beneath his swipe and slam into his ribs, sending him crashing into a tree with a sickening crack.He doesn’t get back up.My chest heaves as I pivot, snarling, ready for the next attack, but something inside me shatters.It’s like a string pulled tight in my soul suddenly snaps. A violent, raw tearing in the deepest part of me. My legs buckle, and I stagger, panting, confused. The world tilts.Freya.My Alpha. My anchor. My blood.Gone.I shift back into my human form without thinking, barely feeling the grass beneath my bare knees. My hands press to the dirt as I gasp, my eyes wide with disbelief. That thread, our bond, ancient and unbreakable, has been severed. Not frayed. Not quieted. Destroyed.“No… how...” I whisper, my entire body trembling.I f

Rosalee's Point of ViewI’m breathless.Jensen’s lips leave mine, and the warmth of the kiss lingers like fire on my mouth. My heart hammers against my ribs, not just from the battle we’ve barely escaped, but from the kiss, deep and fierce, full of something that feels dangerously close to love. His forehead rests against mine, his breath brushing over my face as he whispers, “We should go get some clothes and help.”That’s when it hits me.We’re both completely naked.My cheeks burn as I glance down, and I quickly wrap my arms around myself in a useless attempt at modesty. I look up at him, flustered, and he’s laughing, not at me, not mockingly, but with that warm, amused sound that softens his eyes and makes me forget for a second where we are and what we’ve been through.He reaches out and takes my hand. His palm is rough and warm, steadying me in more ways than one. I don’t hesitate, I grip it tightly, grounding myself in him. We start walking towards the medical tent, our bare fe