All Chapters of IN LOVE WITH HIS CURVY HYBRID ENEMY: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Selina~The impact knocked the breath from my lungs. Stone, dust, and darkness crashed down around us. Raymond’s body lay heavy upon me, his ragged breath hitting my neck. Somewhere above, rock ground together, and remnants of red light filtered through the cracks like sickly stars. The bond in my chest pulsed erratically. Weakened. Frayed at the edges. But still there.Raymond. Can you hear me?A sharp growl was the answer. Then his voice—rough and doubled, as if wolf and man were speaking in unison.Yes. I hear you. Stay still. The curse is eating away at me. Faster than before.I groped for his face. Blood clung to my hand. The wound at his temple was deeper than I’d thought. Beneath my palm, his skin twitched, and something hard shifted underneath—bones moving out of place. The wolf was pushing to break free, and Raymond was fighting it with everything he had left.Not now, I whispered. Not here. We both need you.The wolf answered with a sound that made the walls tremble. Raymond

Selina~The silver tendril around my ankle tightened and dragged me deeper. The darkness wasn't empty. It breathed. It possessed weight and will, and a coldness that pierced through my scarf, jacket, and skin to reach the bond—which, within my chest, existed now only as a faint, irregular pulse. Raymond’s voice was gone. The wolf’s golden eye was gone. There was only the pulling, the falling, and the knowledge that something ancient meant to hold me fast.I struck at the tendril with both hands. The deep stone’s dark magic responded hesitantly, wrapping around my fingers like cold light. The tendril twitched but didn't let go. Instead, a space opened up beneath me—no longer a natural cavern, but a chamber with walls of smooth black stone veined with silver from within. The air smelled of old blood, older magic, and something that had been waiting for centuries.The impact was harder than before. I landed on my knees, and the tendril released me only once I was fully inside the chamber

Selina~The severing of the bond made no sound. It was a sensation—as if someone were reaching cold fingers straight into my chest and tearing out something living. The thread that had bound me to Raymond snapped mid-fall, and the emptiness left behind was worse than any pain the stone or the curse had ever caused. I kept falling. The impossible light beneath me grew brighter, and the darkness surrounding me gave way to a space that no longer needed walls.I didn’t land. I was caught.Something soft yet unyielding wrapped around my body, slowing my descent. No silver tendril. No claw. A presence that felt like the stone on the mountain, yet older, deeper, and more awake. The light coalesced into shapes that lacked distinct edges. Memories—not just my own—flowed past me. The first hybrid. The first alpha. The moment the bond was severed. The moment the curse was cast. And in between, a face I knew without ever having seen it.My own voice spoke from the light.You have arrived. The Cor

Selina~The woman with the broken chain screamed in rage and tore a dark knife from her cloak—a blade covered in runes I had never seen before. She sliced ​​her own palm, and the blood that welled up wasn't red. It was black, smoking, and rising against gravity.The blood of the first huntress. The blood that had originally bound the curse. She flung it into the red circle, and the entire space distorted. The first hybrid’s blue protective barrier flickered. The Guardian laughed with a voice that was now partly my own.The thread burned. Raymond’s knees buckled. I held him tight, feeling the curse within him reach for the upper hand one last time. His golden eyes went blank for a moment.The first hybrid screamed something in a language the stone itself seemed to understand. The blue light exploded outward. The Guardian was thrown back. The woman staggered. The black blood in the air burned away into ash-gray dust.But the price had not yet been paid.The blue maw opened wider. The pr

Selina~The descent from the marked rock felt longer than any path I had ever walked. Every step downward tugged at the invisible thread that was now leaving a part of me behind on the mountain. Raymond walked close beside me. His hand remained on my arm most of the time, as if he needed to reassure himself that I was still made of flesh and blood, not stone. Rowan led the way; Alfred and the older guardian brought up the rear. The wind carried the scent of snow, blood, and something burnt—lingering traces of the woman who had escaped.A small group was already waiting down by the East Gate. Geraldine stood at the front, holding an open book she could barely keep a grip on because her hands were trembling. Liora stayed in the background, watching us with an expression I couldn't decipher. Silence fell as Raymond and I stepped through the gate. The people sensed the change. The lines beneath the courtyard were singing differently. Deeper. More connected.Geraldine stepped closer, study