Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Lycan King's Hybrid Mate: Kabanata 181 - Kabanata 187

Jensen's Point of View The first light of dawn cuts low across the treetops as we move into position. The forest around the Shadowpine ridge is still, wrapped in a heavy silence that feels almost reverent. I crouch just behind the rise of a rocky outcrop, eyes locked on the hidden entrance nestled into the slope below. The others are already in place. My heart pounds, not from fear, but from the weight of the moment. Through a mind link, I give the silent command. "Go." Josh, flanked by two of our tech specialists, moves swiftly to the narrow tunnel entrance. They wear filtered masks, their movements precise. The nozzle of the gas disperser is slid into a slim crack in the ventilation shaft we found during recon. One twist of a valve, and the hiss of the release begins. Invisible, odorless, silent. It drifts into the dark like a phantom. We wait. Time stretches. Every second is agony. Then, I feel the subtle shift in energy, senses start to dull as everything start to go deadly si

Jensen's Point of View The engine hums beneath me, low and steady, as I grip the steering wheel tighter than necessary. The forest road ahead is dark, barely lit by the twin beams of the headlights cutting through the thick trees. I decided not to take the tunnel, it is too slow, too narrow, too much risk. If Thorne’s fleeing, he’ll surface at the cave, and I want to be there waiting for him when he does. In the rearview mirror, I catch glimpses of the vehicles behind mine. Marcel rides shotgun beside me, silent but alert, his hand resting on the hilt of his blade. Victor and Josh follow in the second SUV, while Nyx and Darrek take the third. Ronan is in the last one, Selene right beside him. I don’t know her well yet, but I trust Ronan, and I trust the fire I saw in her eyes when she told me about that tunnel. She wants Thorne stopped. Maybe more than any of us. I glance to the GPS briefly, less than a mile now. The cave isn’t much from the outside, just a rocky outcropping near t

Rosalee's Point of View One month later. The sun filters warmly through the trees, casting dappled golden light across the backyard. The summer air is soft and fragrant, and from my seat on the back porch, I can hear the soft hum of insects and the rustle of leaves in the breeze. But mostly, I hear the kids. Aria shrieks with laughter as Leo chases her around the tree with a stick he’s declared is now a “magic sword.” They tumble and giggle, their wild little world spinning with energy and joy. And just a few feet behind them, slower, quieter, Griffen. He doesn’t laugh the way they do. Not yet. He runs after them, a step or two behind, eyes watching every movement, trying to mimic it, trying to blend in. His shoulders stay tense, his hands often clench and unclench at his sides, like he's bracing for something. And when he smiles, it’s fleeting, uncertain… but it's there. I wrap my fingers around my cup of tea, warm against my palms, and watch as Aria suddenly doubles back, grabb

Griffen's Point of View The forest is quiet, cloaked in shadows, the trees swaying gently in the breeze as I wait beneath their cover. The moonlight slices through the branches in thin beams, and I shift my weight from one foot to the other, every crackle of a twig beneath me echoing louder than I want it to. I know this place too well now, the path Aria always takes when she sneaks out. She thinks no one notices, but I do. I always do. Today was their eighteenth birthday celebration. The entire pack was buzzing about it all week, the biggest event Dark Moon has hosted since their shift celebration. Rosalee had even invited me, her voice soft and kind like it always is. Like I deserved her kindness. I told her I wasn’t feeling well. Another excuse. Another lie. She didn’t question it, she never does. Just gave me that small smile and said she’d save me a slice of cake. I almost feel bad. Almost. Because Rosalee is… good. Too good for someone like me. She’s been the closest thing