All Chapters of The Lycan's Curse - His Hybrid Mate : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Mel POV:Deal with it.Derek's words slam into me like a slap. He doesn't even glance back, his broad shoulders disappearing up the corridor, his scent still lingering like a storm - wild, decisive, resolute.I stare after him, fists clenched at my sides, heat burning beneath my skin. From rejection. From fury.He chose her. Again.Chose Alessia's word over mine. Chose her trembling hands, her broken voice, her powers over the years I've stood beside him - loyal, dependable, constant.My jaw tightens until it hurts.Cyre steps out of the cell, dragging the clinking chains of her cuffs with quiet elegance. There's a flicker of amusement in her eyes, and I hate how calm she looks, like she's already won."You look disappointed," she says, her voice a silky mockery.I don't answer her. I can't trust my voice. Not with the rage coiling in my chest like a serpent.Instead, I signal Caden to take off her chains and those of her companion.Caden walks slowly towards her, avoiding her gaze as

Alessia's POV:Derek lowers me gently onto the bed. I don't realize how tightly I've been clinging at his shirt until his voice breaks through the static in my head."Let go, Alessia," he says softly, "you're safe now."His hands cradles my face, warm and grounding. His gaze burning into mine, intense and unshakable.I blink, then withdraw my hands quickly. My hands fall to my lap as he frowns slightly."I'm sorry," I whisper, my voice raw. "I'm sorry about everything that happened back there. It all just felt... felt -"I search my head for right word. Something that captures the panic, the weight, the way the walls of the confinement cells felt like they were pressing in on my lungs."Suffocating?" he offers.Suffocating.I nod, slowly.He threads his fingers through mine, holding my hands gently. "I'm sorry Alessia. I'm sorry that I haven't been able to give you peace you deserve since you came into this pack. I'm sorry for the danger, for the pain. For all the times I failed to pr

Sharona's POV:The shadows curl tighter around my throne of dragonbone as I tilt my head, watching the flickers of flame in my scrying basin. The image ripples - Mel, pacing in her chamber like a beast with splinters beneath her skin. She ravaging.Good.Her jealousy festers beautifully, a poison I've nurtured quite well with whispers of power she could weld and half truths. The girl doesn't even realize it's not Alessia that's turning her monstrous.It's her selfish ambitions. And it's slowly locking away her humanity.A smile touched my lips, thin and cold. The kind of smile that smells foreboding.In the basin, Mel snaps at the Omega. Making the poor pup flinches and flees. Mel, ever impulsive, clutches to what she thinks is the next thread of hope - the boy. I lean closer fingers resting on the bowl. I want to see this.Ah, a Druid. My smile fades slightly at the revelation. His eyes turn white, and with them, so does the basin. A flash of power slices through the room like lightn

Darren POV:I watch as Derek spars with Alessia, then suddenly... she loses her footing.The look on her face is disturbing. I've never seen her so worked up, in the past few weeks I suppose. And it seems into everything - her stance, her focus, even her energy. She's spiraling.Derek notices it too. I watch as Derek sits her down gently. Having that conversation in his most coolest self.I wonder how long it going to take him to finally see her for who she is to him.His Mate.But somehow, their story reminds me of Me and Cyre.Ours wasn't also an easy love story.Flashback: To Thirteen Years Ago:"Darren," says the former Alpha, Derek's father, "your first task as Beta-in-training is to go to the the Coven's border and ensure that the peace treaty is successful sign. You must return the scroll in one piece."I bow deeply. "Yes, Alpha."I left the council room, with my father at my heels."Wait son," he says.I stop abruptly, surprise to see him, but I say nothing."This's important

Alessia's POV:Mistletoe.The word lands like a blade to my chest.For a second, my breathing seize. The air feels thick, charged, like storm before the thunder breaks. The kind of storm that doesn't just ruin crops - but takes lives.I stare at Cyre, the way her eyes shimmer in the light, her voice still echoing in my ears.War. Sharona is bringing war to Greenwoods.Everything inside me tightens. Even Kaya, my wolf stirs violently inside me, sensing the threat.Derek, is the first to snap out of the confusion."What do you mean mistletoe?" Derek demands, stepping forward, protective instincts already flaring.Cyre doesn't look away from me. That look - like I know something. That I could do something."It's a Hallucinogenic. And also a poison. To wolves," she says quietly. "Used to weaken the mind and body of wolves when inhaled in high concentration...."Derek cut her off. "I know what a mistletoe does. What I want to know is how is it got in the air?"Cyre shrug. "Magic. Dark mag