All Chapters of The Alpha's Hunted Hybrid Mate: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

“The dark veil of the past begins with a treacherous root that reaches directly into your family, Bloom. The deadly woman waiting to spill your blood is not some distant shadow. Her name is Victoria. And at the very center of her hatred for hybrids, of that endless hunger for revenge, stands your father, Matt."“Years ago, Victoria was the mate your father had chosen to continue the First Bloodline and unite its power. She was the daughter of a powerful Alpha. Proud, dangerous, and impatient for the day she would sit upon the throne of the First Bloodline. Back then, she held no hatred toward hybrids. She had no personal grievance against them. The only things she cared about were absolute power and becoming the Luna of that throne.”The dull gray emptiness of Limbo split apart with a deafening roar. From the pitch-black darkness, an enormous palace made of black stone rose toward the sky. I stepped forward and was pulled completely into the glowing vision.My father stood in the gran

I was falling. I was being dragged downward through a gray void where time, space, and every human law had ceased to exist, crushed beneath the weight of my own existence. The shock of everything I had just witnessed still hadn’t settled. Victoria turning her back on her true mate beside that river. The murder of my family. The truth that she had seized control of the Silver Masks and turned them into an army that hunted hybrids. Every revelation still burned through my mind. The fire inside me grew hotter with every passing second as the protective layers of gray mist around me began to scatter. The cold, lifeless air of Limbo slowly gave way to the raw, sharp atmosphere of the real world. An atmosphere that smelled of danger. The painful scenes from the past refused to leave me. The blade piercing my mother’s throat. My father’s final, desperate struggle on the ground. Each truth wrapped around my sou

When my rough, exhausted voice—little more than a rasp—echoed through the blood-soaked room, it felt as though an endless cycle had finally been broken. Everyone around me let out the breath they'd been holding. "What happened here?" The question hung in the air, demanding more than an explanation for the slaughter staining the floor. It asked about the desperate battle that had been fought beyond this room while I had been gone. The entire team looked shaken beneath the crushing weight of exhaustion, shock, and the realization that they had barely escaped death. No one answered right away. I could see the horror of the battle reflected in every pair of eyes—the brutal stand they had made just outside the sealed door. Cass never let go of my face. His hand tightened around my cheek as if he believed I might slip through his fingers again if he loosened his grip even a little.

The soft morning light filtering through the heavy curtains was enough to coax my eyes open. For a long moment, I simply lay there, taking in the peaceful silence surrounding us. The echoes of last night's battle—the clash of claws, the scent of fresh blood, the chaos that had nearly swallowed us whole—had been replaced by the steady security of the pack house. The exhaustion left behind by the veil, the lingering weight of that endless gray emptiness clinging to my soul, had finally eased after hours of uninterrupted sleep. When I tried to move, I realized a massive, warm arm was wrapped securely around my waist, holding me exactly where I belonged. I was still lying against Cassian's chest. Nestled safely within his protective embrace, I could feel the powerful, steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my cheek. Cassian was still asleep. His chest rose and fell with s

By the time we left the pack house's towering office, where authority seemed to seep from every wall, and returned to our room, I was desperately trying to organize the overwhelming flood of thoughts inside my head. The burden of everything the Ancestors had shown me weighed so heavily on my shoulders that even breathing felt difficult. But we didn't have time to stop. Without needing to discuss it, we quietly packed our things. We changed into dark, comfortable clothes that allowed us to move freely if another attack came without warning. Then we began the journey back to the estate. Back to the familiar house where we'd once pretended to be lovers in order to lure the enemy into the open. This time, however, our departure from Alpha Ronan's heavily protected pack house carried an entirely different feeling. There was something wild… Something undeniably regal… About the way we left. I still couldn't shift