All Chapters of The Supreme Alpha’s Hybrid Mate : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Alpha LorenzoI settled back into my chair, feeling the weight of their stares on me. They weren’t happy, but I didn’t expect them to be. Change was never easy. But they would adapt or be left behind.“Now,” I said, my tone calmer but no less firm, “the last matter on the agenda is one I know many of you will resist, but it’s necessary for the future of our packs.”I paused for a moment, glancing around the room. All eyes were on me, waiting for what I had to say next. Even Conan and Marcus, ever loyal, were watching me closely.“We need to open our borders to hybrid wolves.”The uproar this time was instantaneous, louder and more chaotic than before. Shouts of anger and disbelief echoed through the room, with several alphas standing and yelling in protest. The idea of allowing hybrids…wolves with mixed bloodlines, often shunned by traditional packs and the supernatural council, was too much for many of them to handle.“We can’t do that!” one alpha shouted. “Hybrids are dangerous!”“

RaelynnThe pack house loomed before me, its familiar walls and corridors filled with echoes of past memories. My feet moved instinctively through the hallways as if the worn paths had been ingrained into my muscles. But my mind was elsewhere, drifting through the haze of the last few days. Thoughts of Lorenzo lingered, of our moments together...how his touch could ignite something so raw, so primal within me. Just thinking about it made my body hum with an electric anticipation that I wasn’t ready to acknowledge, not right now. I shook my head, trying to shake off the distraction. I had other things to focus on.As I approached the bend in the hallway, a voice I recognized, sharp and edged with frustration, brought me back to reality.Delta Fiona.I froze mid-step. Curious and cautious, I crept closer to the source of the voice. Peeking around the corner, I saw Fiona standing near the entrance to a side room, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. She was speaking to another woma

RaelynnThe morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. I blinked groggily, slowly waking up to the sight of Lorenzo already out of bed, standing by the window with his arms crossed over his chest. He was shirtless, his muscles taut as he gazed out at the landscape beyond the glass.For a moment, I simply watched him, appreciating the sheer strength and power that radiated from him. There was something so calming about seeing him like this, so steady and grounded. It reminded me that no matter what happened, Lorenzo was always in control…of himself, of the situation, and of our future together.I felt the heat pool between my aching limbs, a silent reminder of the strain of our activities last night“Good morning,” I said sleepily, my voice breaking the quiet of the room.Lorenzo turned, a small smile tugging at his lips as he walked back to the bed. “Good morning, beautiful,” he murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to my lips. “How did you slee

RaelynnWhen we arrived, I was surprised to find that we were in the middle of a dense forest. Lorenzo parked the car and took my hand, leading me through the trees to a hidden clearing. In the center of the clearing stood a massive oak tree, its branches stretching high into the sky. But what caught my attention was the small door at the base of the tree.“This,” Lorenzo said with a grin, “Is my man cave.”I raised an eyebrow in surprise as he led me inside. The space was cozy and inviting, with soft lighting and comfortable furniture. It felt like a hidden sanctuary, tucked away from the world. I could immediately see why Lorenzo liked to spend time here…it was the perfect place to unwind.“This is incredible,” I said, turning to him with a smile. “You’ve created your own little escape.”Lorenzo chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “It was enchanted by a witch for me. A place where I can be alone when I need to recharge.”I looked around the room, admiring the personal touc

RaelynnI woke up with a smile on my face, my heart filled with an unfamiliar warmth. The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a golden glow across the room. I could still feel the comforting presence of Lorenzo beside me, even though the other side of the bed was empty. My fingers instinctively traced the outline of the mark on my neck…Lorenzo’s mark. The realization of what had happened sent a shudder of joy through me, the connection we now shared deepening more than I could have ever imagined. My hand lingered over the mark as I closed my eyes, allowing myself to savor the moment. It felt surreal, as if my entire world had shifted overnight. I was his. He was mine. I opened my eyes and glanced around the room, searching for him. My smile widened when I saw him standing by the window, staring out into the distance. His broad shoulders were tense, and there was something off about the way he stood…rigid and detached. He wasn’t his usual calm, collected self