Semua Bab The Lycan King's Hybrid Mate: Bab 161 - Bab 170

Rosalee's Point of ViewThe ceremony is over, but the magic lingers in the air like a soft hum beneath my skin. Jensen’s hand is still wrapped around mine as we walk back down the aisle, surrounded by the cheers and howls of our pack members and allies. My cheeks ache from smiling so much, but I can’t stop. I don’t want to.The lakeside glows in the warm, golden light of early evening. The twinkling lights strung between the trees sway gently in the breeze. Tables draped in soft off white linens are scattered across the grass, decorated with blush pink and dusty blue florals that match the quiet colors of the lake. Everything feels dreamlike. Perfect.We begin moving from group to group, and every time someone greets me with a warm smile or a congratulations, it takes me a second to remember that they’re speaking to me, not just as Rosalee, but as Luna now.“Congratulations, Luna,” Alpha Elias says with a deep nod of his head, his mate standing beside him. “You make a striking pair.”

Jensen's Point of ViewI rise from my chair, pacing slowly behind my desk, the weight of everything pressing heavier against my shoulders with each step. Ronan and Nyx track me with their eyes, silent but attentive. The tension in the room is thick, charged with the urgency that’s been building since the last attack.“We can’t keep waiting for answers that might never come,” I say finally, halting in front of the tall windows overlooking the edge of the forest. “We’re running out of time, and so are the packs that are still vulnerable.”I turn to face them fully, my jaw set. “I want to call a meeting.”Nyx straightens slightly in her chair. “Of the alliance packs?”“No,” I shake my head. “Not just the alliance packs. I want every werewolf pack invited. Alliance or not. And I want every Lycan pack here, as well.”Ronan’s brows lift slightly, but he doesn’t object. “That’ll be a full house.”“Good,” I say. “They need to hear what we know. They need to see how serious this is. Someone is

Jensen's Point of ViewThe air in the meeting hall hums with tension and quiet anticipation. I stand near the front, beside the long table that’s been prepared for this gathering of leaders. Rosalee is by my side, calm but alert, her presence steadying. Ronan leans casually against a pillar, his arms crossed, his eyes scanning the doors like a sentry. Nyx is already seated at the side, her fingers flying over the keyboard of the laptop that she’s set up at the head of the table. A large screen behind her flickers with the grid of video call participants, alphas and betas from packs too far to make it in time but unwilling to miss this meeting.I glance at the tall wooden doors just as they creak open, and I freeze for a heartbeat. Alpha Thorne strides in, his gait proud and deliberate, his Beta trailing at his side. It’s unexpected, he’s one of the first to arrive. Ronan straightens, shooting me a look, and I give a tight nod of my head. Thorne doesn’t say anything as he enters, only

Jensen's Point of ViewI sit in my office, the soft glow of the afternoon sun filtering in through the window and casting long shadows across my desk. My laptop hums quietly as I scroll through the endless line of emails, each one a response from an Alpha. Most are brief and to the point, but every message carries weight. These are the decisions that could change everything.I pause to take a sip of the now lukewarm coffee beside me, my eyes scanning the latest reply from Alpha Celine. She’s agreed to take in a group of Lycan warriors, ten, to be exact. I nod my head to myself, tapping a few quick notes into the document that I’ve compiled. Celine’s pack is nestled against the western ridge, not far from Alpha Rowan’s Lycan territory. That pairing makes sense. Familiar terrain. Fewer logistical issues.I keep going, one message after another.Alpha Elias is open to the plan too, though he wants to limit the number of Lycans stationed in his pack. Fine. That's understandable. I jot it

Rosalee's Point of ViewI move quickly, excitement buzzing through my limbs as I pull on a pair of leggings and a soft, loose sweater. Jensen is already halfway dressed beside me, slipping his shirt over his head before grabbing his boots. We’re both smiling like fools, giddy and breathless as if we're about to meet someone incredibly important, because we are.He offers his hand to me, and I take it without hesitation, our fingers lacing together perfectly. We step outside, the morning sun warm on our skin and the cool breeze tugging gently at our clothes. The pack hospital isn’t far, just a short walk through the heart of the territory, but today the path feels different. Every step is light and full of anticipation. My heart flutters with every breath, and I glance up at Jensen beside me, his grin, the way his eyes sparkle with joy, it makes my chest ache with love.When we reach the hospital, the familiar scent of antiseptic and clean linen greets us, but it doesn’t feel cold or c