All Chapters of The Lycan King's Hybrid Mate: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Cinnia could not breathe. She waved her arms in the suffocating darkness, fighting to get rid of the weight around her neck but with every movement she made, the pressure on her neck increased. The darkness faded and a masked face materialized above her. She was back in that prison and he, her captor, was straddling her legs, restricting any effort she made to kick. Her eyes bulged and she frantically began to claw at his forearms, drawing blood with each deep scratch but it seemed not to phase him. His blue eyes glinted with hate and a lust for her blood. She lifted her neck, straining to catch a breath amidst the crushing tension. Tears spilled out from the corners of her eyes as she struggled beneath her attacker. "You thought it was over?" he asked in a low tone. A slow, muffled laugh bubbled from his lips when Cinnia clawed at him again. Through the haziness in her vision, she saw his face change. "You haven't seen anything yet, Cinnia," A voice she knew all too well, s

Sophie turned away, refusing to meet Cinnia's burning gaze. Lips pursed in annoyance, Cinnia sat up and Mya hurriedly propped some pillows up at her back to let her rest against them. "Thank you, Mya. Since Sophie won't answer my question then you have to. I always feel like I'm out of the loop. What's happened and where's Denzel?" Mya pinched Sophie hard causing her to flinch and whirl to face her. "What?" "You're supposed to answer, witch." Sophie narrowed her eyes at her instead. Mya rolled her dark eyes, shook her head, and forced a smile onto her face, then she placed a hand over Cinnia's. "Denzel stepped out with Kai to discuss something important. He has been here since you fainted...at least, that's what I gathered. I was busy training some of the pups but I came as soon as I could." Cinnia nodded slowly. "Oh... Alright then. Thank you for being here." Her hand rubbed her belly slowly, almost dreamily. Her movements stopped after a while of awkward silence. "Sophie, what

"You know when you mentioned that you owned the shooting range, I didn't think you also owned a mobile phone brand," Cinnia said in awe as she happily restored all her backed-up information from her previously crushed phone into the new one Denzel got for her while he drove her to a fair in Mist View, a town two hours away from Lunar Crest. After leaving the range, Denzel spirited Cinnia away to a local gadget store which she later discovered from the near panicked and overly dutiful behavior of the staff, that it was an outlet of a company owned by Denzel. Later on, while Cinnia was still in awe, he had gotten her credit cards replaced before blocking the old ones that were probably lying somewhere where the blood demons had kept her. "What? Because I'm a Lycan, I can't have businesses?" Denzel glanced at Cinnia out of the corner of his eye, his lips holding back a laugh, and his hand caressing the inside of her thigh making the events at the shooting range very hard to forget. Ci

Cinnia perceived a warm breath on her face. She smiled softly. 'Was Denzel back already?' However, it was puzzling. Cinnia knew she could not have been asleep for long. She had felt dizzy that afternoon while out on a walk with Mya after Denzel left to oversee some business and meet with the Alphas of two other packs; familiarizing herself with the massive compound, the borders, and the pack members who had thankfully stopped gazing at her like she was an alien from another planet. Though the older Epsilons—the most respected elder wolves—of the pack were wary of her and refused to come close, the younger ones were enthralled by her duality. Later on, two Thetas joined in the tour, teaching her about the lands, hunting grounds, and a bit of the history of the Nightfall pack. For some reason, they declined to talk about the witches' involvement when Cinnia asked. Cinnia quickly won over the Thetas, younger Epsilons, and the pups who began following her about despite their mothers' w

Cinnia felt her legs spasm the second Denzel plunged his fingers into her quivering core again. This time, she didn't stop the noises that came."Not an answer to my question, Princess," Denzel continued. He changed the rhythm of his movements as he watched her face, figuring out what made her quake from sheer pleasure while she was fighting a losing battle for control."The...gala...we...oh, please, please, Denzel... Please." Tears seeped from her eyes. Cinnia wrapped an arm around Denzel's neck as the pressure built up in her. This was not her first time with Denzel so she wondered how it could feel so...different.Their first meeting was passion-driven with her having most of the dominance she usually preferred but now, it had slipped out of her hands, and to her dismay, she did not want to do anything about it.Cinnia clenched her walls around Denzel's fingers, wanting more, needing more from him but he was torturing her instead. He would curve his fingers and twist them in agonizi