บททั้งหมดของ The Lycan's Fated Hybrid Mate : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

UGLY MEMORIES Aiana’s POVI stood there and stared at the man in front of me. There was something about him—something I couldn’t quite shake. His presence exuded power, the kind that made the hair on the back of your neck to stand up. He wasn’t just confident, he was dangerous. He looked the part.The panther shifters must have noticed this too as they exchanged glances before backing down, it was clear that they had weighed their options. “Not worth our time. Let’s go.” The leader said and spat on the ground. The punks. I narrowed my eyes as I watched them slink away into the night.As they slunk off into the shadows, my pulse slowly returned to normal, I didn't even know it had escalated. I looked at the man standing in front of me while I tried to process what had just happened. There was something about him that was... different. Dangerous, but in a way that intrigued me.“You alright?” he asked me, his voice was softer now, but still laced with authority.I nodded my head as

WOLVES DON'T CRY Aiana's POVI could still feel the pain as it radiated from my side as I slowly came back to. Jeremy carried me into the backroom of the bar, his strong arms handled me like I was something fragile. The dizziness hadn’t entirely left me, but the throb of my wounds made it difficult to focus on anything else. Thankfully everyone had left and he laid me down on a couch as he touched stayed on my skin for a second longer than was necessary. I could feel the warmness of his skin through my clothes, and even through the pain, that same unsettling, electrifying sensation ran through my body. Something primal. Something longing. It made me realize that I had occupied myself too much with loneliness and I haven't been able to get close to someone. Not like anyone cared to comw close to me anyway. Everyone seemed to think I was an outcast just because I was hybrid. And right now something that stirred deep within me in a way I didn’t understand—but at the same time, I did.

THE RIGHT TO BE HIS MATEAiana’s POVThe sky outside my window had wept all night. It was one of those rainy nights of Black Creekside town. Thunder had rolled low and mournful across the hills as if it somehow felt the ache that had continued to grow inside me. The world just moved on like nothing had happened.Birds still chirped. The sun still rose. People still went on with their activities as if nothing had happened. But inside me, there was a quiet storm, it was one that refused to calm.I hadn’t slept throughout the night. Not really. I’d tried though, curled myself up on the couch with a blanket and a pillow that smelled faintly of the usual lavender and blood, you know, my most familiar scents considering the fact that I lived in Black Creekside town. Through the night, every single time I closed my eyes, I saw him, Jeremy. His cold and unreadable eyes and I heard those words over and over again.“I reject you, Aiana Steel.”I flinched and shuddered at the memory.It had bee

RAIN IN THE SUNAiana's POV The world hadn’t stopped spinning.Not even for a second.Not when I’d stood there with my soul bare and heart cracked open like a glass jar dropped from a rooftop, while he said those painful words to me. Not when he looked at me like that, like I was a miscalculation. A glitch in the mate bond system. A mistake. Just like I had always been for everyone else. Funny how only I thought I was not a mistake. Everyone else seemed to have the same thoughts about me. The next day, it was the same old boring story of my life. The sky was still blue, people still laughed too loudly at the corner café, and the debts still clung to me like leeches in a swampy pond. So I did the only thing that made sense in a world that kept turning despite heartbreak, I threw myself into work. More of it.I took more shifts at the bar. Even worked extra hours, not just because I needed to take my mind away from thinking too much. But also because I needed the damn money. I said y

TWO WOLVES DON’T HOWL TOGETHERAiana’s POVThe week after the black-amulet stranger left the bar, things seemed to go back to normal again for a while. Then, it was as if the town's pulse shifted once again.This time, there were more werewolves. Different ones. I could even perceive it. The new pack scent that was all over the place. A new pack had moved in. I could perceive the new pack as wet pine and copper in the air, quite distinct from Jeremy’s pack’s musky, earthy tones. Subtle, but sharp, as if someone had sliced into the woods and dragged the blood out into the open.These ones were quite noisy and overly confident. They had trouble written all over their faces. They would just come into the bar, order drinks, sit in booths they clearly weren’t familiar with, and laughed their asses off while looking around the entire place like it was theirs already.No introductions. No attempts at blending with others. Just mingling alone amongst themselves. Usually typically of wolves b