All Chapters of IN LOVE WITH HIS CURVY HYBRID ENEMY: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Selina~She lashed out with the vines. Raymond severed them with a single pulse of energy. But new ones grew in their place. The scarred woman reached for my leg. The skeletal arm drove into the ground beside me, sending out black cracks that crept straight toward the fissure. Geraldine shouted a new incantation. The light from the ashes formed a circle around us. Thin. Trembling. Barely holding.Rowan went down beneath a wave of figures. His fire died out. Alfred’s barrier shattered. Geraldine was flung aside. The figures closed in. Iris raised both arms; the vines wove themselves into a net that draped over us. The fissure in my soul spewed out a cold breath. The True Master spoke with all his faces at once.The decision is made. You hesitated too long. So I shall take both. The memory and the thread. And the wolf, too.The stone on the ground flared with light and floated upward once more—this time without Carolina’s form. It pressed against my chest, right over the fissure. The pa

Selina~Try it. Every fight makes the thread thinner. Every blow opens the Eye wider. The Master doesn’t need you dead. He needs you broken. Then he’ll take what’s left.The figures moved. Not quickly. Deliberately. Rowan flared up one last time and hurled fire into their midst. Two burned up. The others walked right through it. Alfred’s barrier withstood the first impact but shattered under the second. Geraldine sat up and lashed out with whips made of threads of light drawn from the ashes. The whips cut. The figures healed.Raymond and I stood back-to-back. The thin thread between us glowed brighter. We poured everything we had into it. Will. Pain. The remnants of Carolina that I still held onto. The memory of the Core. Of that first true glimpse. Of the promise to stay together. The thread grew. It thickened. The Eye in the air twitched and shrank. The true Master hissed in rage.Iris attacked. Tendrils of shadow shot forward. Raymond severed them with a pulse from the thread. Blac

Selina~But the eye blinked. Once. Slowly. And the tiny point began to grow again. Not quickly. But surely. The true Master laughed. The sound emerged from the tunnel, from the eye, and from the figures lying on the ground all at once."You sacrificed the mark. How touching. Now the soul is exposed. Now the thread is pure. Now I need only the key. And I shall take it from the wolf who carries it."The figure of the true Master rose up again. Larger. Denser. The figures on the ground rose too. Iris smiled with bloody, shadowy teeth. The scarred woman crawled closer. The red moon hung directly over the Academy, casting no light—only a shifting blackness.Raymond tried to pull me behind him. His strength was spent. The stolen key in his chest pulsed erratically. The wolf was too exhausted to break through again. Rowan lay motionless. Alfred knelt beside Geraldine, staring at the growing eye. The thread between Raymond and me was strong. But we were not.The true Master’s hand reached out

Selina~Raymond sank to his knees. I went down with him. We pressed our hands together. The wounded thread trembled. We poured what was left into it. Will. The last clear memory of the core. The moment we had found each other on the stone floor. The first true look. The push that had driven us both over the edge. The thread accepted it. It grew by a tiny fraction. The eye twitched.It grew smaller. The True Master hissed with rage.Iris shouted a command. The figures attacked again. More precisely this time. They weren't aiming at us. They were aiming at the point between us. Shadowy hands reached for it. Every touch made the thread flicker. Every touch drained away the warmth. The memory of his body. Of the moment when the key, the soul, and the wolf had merged into a single sensation. Everything turned greyer.Raymond roared. The wolf took over. His movements became faster. Raw. Deadly. He tore apart vines and figures with a ferocity that filled the courtyard with black light. But e

Selina~The True Master’s hand reached out again. Not for the tether this time. For Raymond. For the key. For the wolf. Through our connection, I felt the cold reach him—felt the Master beginning to extract the key. Raymond gasped. His eyes widened. The tether flickered.*Selina. If he takes the key, the tether will snap for good. Then I’ll be his. Then you’ll be alone.*I grasped his hand with both of mine. The tether flared up. I poured my will and the last remnants of myself into it—everything that remained after the sacrifice of warmth. The key resisted. The Master pulled harder. The eye swelled to the size of a human head. The True Master’s figure loomed over us. Every face was smiling.*The harvest is nearly complete. Only the key remains. Then you both belong to me. Forever.*Raymond’s body went rigid. The wolf stirred one last time—not to fight, but to choose. His voice was nothing more than a breath against my ear.*I’ll tear the key out myself. Before he can get it. The teth