All Chapters of The Lycan King's Hybrid Mate: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

"Are we ever going to go to New Orleans without being on a mission? When I put it on my bucket list, I didn't mean for it to be this way," Cinnia complained on their flight. She was still a bit sleepy since Denzel had made her wake up right before dawn to head to the airport. They were traveling alone even though Mya and Kai had wanted to tag along for extra protection but Denzel had instructed them not to because they were merely going for research purposes, not a war or a mission that required stealth or an army. So, Maverick, along with Mya and Kai, was to manage the pack affairs and businesses till they returned. A piece of information that Denzel still hadn't confirmed yet. "I didn't mean for it to be like this either." Denzel reached over and caressed her knee. "Trust me, there's nothing I want more than to fulfill your every wish but circumstances have made things this way." Cinnia let out a deep sigh. "I'm sorry. I've been so irritated with this whole thing. I'm exhausted

Sebastian paced around Cinnia's unconscious body. His face was a stone-cold impassive mask that gave nothing away to the glee and expectations that danced through his mind in a mad rhythm. To him, Cinnia was a beauty. A rare picture of perfection but that wasn't what concerned him. What had his attention was the blood rushing within her veins. The blood contained not one but two contrasting elements. The world’s first hybrid. The flames from the fireplace reflected in his glowing red eyes, igniting the danger that lurked beneath them. His hungry gaze ran across Cinnia's face, to her chest, and finally, her protruding belly. His sclera slightly darkened as he inhaled the scent of Cinnia's perfume and the baby powder she had dabbed on earlier; he bared his fangs and placed his cold hands against Cinnia's tee. Unsatisfied, he lifted the tee and rolled it under her breasts. Sebastian's breath hitched once his hands came in contact with Cinnia's skin. He listened and soon, the wonde

Cinnia hummed a tune from one of her favorite songs as she knocked her head against the chair she was tethered to. With her magic cut off and her inability to free herself from the heavy chains, there wasn't anything else that she could do to escape from captivity. While she murmured the lyrics of the song, she recalled the prophecies from the fae and Sophie. 'Many would lust after her blood', they said. That was her ongoing predicament and Cinnia felt her chest constrict with hate for prophecy. Cinnia tapped the sole of her shoe against the concrete floor, to the rhythm of the music in her head. Just then, her stomach rumbled loudly causing her to let out a resentful chuckle. A tear slipped from her eyes and rolled down her cheek while she continued banging her head against the chair. Abruptly, the door was opened and Cinnia turned her head slightly to the side to see who had decided to finally grace her with their presence. The second her brown eyes clashed with the striking red

Sophie woke up with a sharp gasp as if she had been deprived of air for the longest time. "Fuck, I was about to take you back to the compound," Denzel exclaimed as he let out a sigh of relief. "Why? What happened? Wait, why am I on a bench?" Sophie asked and forced herself into an upright position. Denzel furrowed his brows. "You don't remember. You passed out without warning. It's been almost..." He checked his watch. "Twelve minutes, Sophie." Sophie puckered her lips to the side from disbelief. "Bizarre. Anyway, I'm perfectly fine right now. Shall we continue? I have a feeling that we're very close." "Are you sure?" Denzel prodded, concerned about her health. "I am," Sophie confirmed. Later in the afternoon, Sophie stopped in front of an ancient-looking catholic church. Its towers rose to the sky and Sophie imagined that the dirty, stained glass windows would have been glistening in the hot sunlight once before. From the outside, the church seemed to be abandoned judging

TRIGGER WARNING: READERS' DISCRETION ADVISED. Denzel raised his head in alarm. Cinnia's tortured shouts split through his head as he and his army of warriors came to a stop outside the old church. He clutched the sharpened wooden stake strapped at his waist—one of the many he had hidden in different parts of his clothing—till the skin over his knuckles was stretched taut. Anger, rage, and a boiling hot need to tear people apart raged within Denzel. He gritted his teeth and with a short, hand signal, he ordered his pack warriors to follow him into the church. Just then, the air thickened all around them and they slammed into an invisible forcefield one by one, with Denzel hitting it headfirst. "How in the world am I supposed to get to my girl now?" Denzel muttered, beginning to question himself. When they stumbled back from the barrier, Mya appeared at Denzel's right side and shook his shoulder. "I thought you said that Sophie was bringing the barrier down! Why is it still u