All Chapters of The Hybrid Prince's Pursued Mate: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

I quickly shut up, realising I snapped at an unstable Jerry who was also a fucking physical monster! I anxiously stared at him. Jerry's face turned to an unreadable expression. The Jerry I've come to learn and hate would have grabbed me by now and lashed out in his usual aggressive way. I was anticipating the worst, but he only shook his head while his face turned back to normal. Thank fuck for that!"Maybe not for most humans and vampires, but with us, it is settled and nothing can change it, my gem. If you are a good girl, I will explain everything to you," he hummed as he carefully plucked a flower from my hair and smelled it. Jerry seemed very calm, and his small gestures were gentle. I started to relax somewhat and nodded my head slowly."Such a good mate," he purred. He pulled my sleeve back into place and then lifted it so that he could tickle my upper left arm, the same way he did that night at Jacob's flat. "You may not see it now, but here ingrained upon your skin is a speci

After my unpleasant encounter with that fanged dick, I returned to the bistro. Stepping inside, I sighed. Business was doing well, things had settled, but the atmosphere wasn’t the same without my baby.I’d owned this place for ten years, and though I cherished every moment, the five months Laura spent here… it was as if the building had come alive. She breathed new meaning into everything. I’ll miss watching her from the shadows, especially when she thought she was alone, humming in that silver voice of hers while she straightened the tables and placed the cutlery with gentle precision. She also had this sweet habit of studying the menu before resting it on its stand, as if it were some sacred ritual. She was like my sanctuary. But that’s over now… I spent so much of my time here that I began neglecting my other restaurants. Well, not anymore. I’ll need to return to my old habits, because she’s gone now.I glanced at my arm. I still wasn’t used to the markless skin I saw. I needed a

**Rosalind POV**It’s been two days since I returned the Elfgon to her mate. I wish I could say I can breathe again after Keres’ tantrums, but unfortunately, I am now graced with the delightful presence of Drefan, the King’s cousin and leader of the Milites Cruoris. Every day, he comes here only to waste my time with his pointless wooing and ceaseless rambling.This pest has been like a jagged pebble in my shoe. I should feel flattered, but he is not the one I’m interested in.“Why do you mock me so?” Derfan complained. “You courted the King’s number two, but you won’t give me a chance, his number one, and might I add, his family.”I feel the sting of bile bubbling in my throat, burning the back of my nose. I can only glare at him in ridicule, wishing I could throttle the oaf. Lifting my hand, I wave it contemptuously. “Oh, shoo, why don’t you?” I remark, dismissive. “There are plenty of other females who’d bend over backwards just to hold your hand. I’ve told you countless times. I’m

**Laura's POV**I stare with wide eyes at Jerry's figure as he leaves the room.“Thank you Adrian,” I murmur to myself. I hesitate for a few moments, before quickly getting out of bed. I still can't get over the fact that Jerry has a second personality living within his consciousness, or soul? Whichever it is, I'm not going to get used to it anytime soon.I don't know what's worse: him being able to turn into a huge wolf, or having to deal with two personas. Then again, spending the day with Drud in his beast form did help. If he’d interacted with me in Jerry's human form, it would have been different, and far more difficult for me to comprehend everything.I approach the cupboard that Jerry had shown me was just for me. He’s managed to collect clothes in every style and colour, and plenty of them. Many are far too extravagant for my taste, or my figure.I grab a loose-fitting, pretty off-the-shoulder top with flowing sleeves and a pair of jeans, tucking matching underwear inside the

**Michael's POV**My mind is buzzing as I arrive where Keres told me to be. The moment I step out of the car, my eyes lock onto Laura… my Laura... and she’s with that damn clown!Anger roots itself inside me, sinking deep foundations of ire. The way that fucker is holding her makes me sick. I instantly recall the love bites on her neck, and darkness threatens to overtake my better judgment.I think back to my dream, forcing myself to calm my temper. No one knows Laura like I do. I was the first to claim her. I stood by her for four years. Only my touch can make her feel good. She’ll realise that the moment she sees me—As new aspirations take root, my excitement gets the better of me. My feet go on autopilot. Screw it. I have to speak to her, tell her how sorry I am, plant seeds of doubt, make little cracks in her confidence so she’ll need me again.She won’t be able to resist. I know every button to push. I remember the night at the dumpster, how she cried, how she reacted when I hel