All Chapters of The Lycan's Curse - His Hybrid Mate : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Mel POV:I couldn't sleep. I toss and turn, but everytime I close my eyes, the images of Alessia's intense gaze haunts me. There is something about her, something I can't yet place, something that makes my stomach churn in jealous disgust of her.I'm jealous of her, jealous of the power she has, the power of a her blood, jealous of Derek's protectiveness of her. Somehow, I had thought I could handle it, that I could outpace her, that I could steal Derek's affection, that I could stay in control, but it's all a facade now. It's now a daily struggle to stay in control every single time i see her, I struggle not charge at her, not to dig my claws into her gut and drain her of every single drop of her precious blood."She's good at siphoning all the attention, while I beg for it. Karma is such a bastard." I thought out loud.I rose from the chair, pacing. I can't let this happen. I can't let her rob me of what is rightfully mine. I can't let her take everything I have worked so hard for.

Darren POV:While Derek tear through the attackers like whirlwind, I focus on those who slip through his line of defense, fighting with every ounce of strength I have.Derek seems distracted, his attention divided. Part of him is on the battlefield and the other is focus on Alessia, wanting to protect her as well as defending his territory. Suddenly, one of the attackers lunges for Derek's blind side. My instincts kicks in before I even think, and I leap into its path. We collide almost midair, and I feel it's claws rake across my sides, pain searing through me. But I can't slow down, else Derek will be in danger. With a savage snarl, I charge towards it again, lunges at it, sinking my teeth into its neck and twist in one stroke and it went limp.Derek turns sharply, his glowing eyes locking into mine, before darting to my bleeding sides. For a moment, I see something other than anger in his gaze - something raw and conflicting. Feral rage!He rushes to my side, holding me to steady

Derek's POV:My ears are still ringing.The battlefield is quiet - eeriely so. The scent of blood lingers thick in the air, but there are no more enemies. Only the groans of the wounded and the stunned silence of the survivors.And Alessia.She stands in the center of it all, her chest heaving, her hands trembling, staring at them like they're not her own. Her nails are still elongated. Her eyes though dimming, still hold the ghost of that unnatural glow. I push myself to my feet, my muscles aching from the fight. Whatever that was - whatever she just did - it wasn't normal. It wasn't wolf. It was something else entirely. Her eyes had turned entire white, a glowing, blinding white.My warriors stares at her like she's a threat. And maybe...maybe she is.I take a slow step forward, my gaze locked onto hers. I see the fear in her eyes, the way her breath shudders. She seems to not know or understand what happened either.Or, she's putting on an act"Alessia..." My voice comes out hoar

Sharona POV:A Banshee. The Death Mother.The realization strikes like a sharp blade to the gut, but I mask my fear very quickly, before the little wolf can see it.I descend slowly from my throne, my fingers curling into the folds of my cloak. The room, dimly lit by torches, feels colder than before, and I despise that sensation. I am the one who should instill fear and not the other way round!Mel watches me closely, eager, curious, impatient. She does not understand the gravity of what she just told me."Are you certain of this?" My voice comes out controlled, but my heart pounds against my ribs in fear.Mel nods, frustration flickering in her expression. "I just told you. She screamed, Sharona. It wasn't just a normal scream - It was far more intense. Something unnatural. It shattered the battlefield, sent even the strongest warriors stumbling. Even Derek....". She pauses, as if reluctant to admit it. "Even he, looked shaken."I close my eyes for a brief moment.Four thousand full

Mel's POV:Sharona's words slither into my mind like a serpent, wrapping around my thoughts, gripping them.She calls out my ancestors 'deceitful nature'. I don't like the way she says it, her expression feels like a lot of meaning, but gives away nothing. Like she's playing some game I don't understand. She acts like she's holding the leash, and I'm just another pawn in her little chess board.If only she knows my kind, did remember to pass on their deceitful nature to their offsprings. If only she knows she's been use by me. I thought smirking irritatingly.But I swallow my irritation. Because she's right about one thing - Alessia cannot be allowed to claim what is mine. I've worked too hard, sacrificed too much, to let some half-blood abomination come in and steal my future.I square my shoulders, meeting Sharona's calculating gaze. "Fine," I say, keeping my voice steady. "Then tell me how we do it."She smiles, cold, slow and knowing, like she's been waiting for me to ask. I hate