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

Rosalee's Point of View The faint glow of dawn fills the kitchen, slightly dispelling the dark of the night and the quiet hum of the early morning welcomes me as I step inside. The hotel is still asleep, the halls silent, except for the occasional creak of the old building settling. It’s peaceful, but my mind is anything but. I didn’t sleep much last night. I kept tossing and turning as my thoughts refused to quiet down. The run in the woods had helped, though, only briefly, because as soon as I returned to my room, Jensen’s presence, his words, his eyes, everything about him seeped back into my thoughts like an unshakable shadow. That’s why I’m here now, in the kitchen, st the break of dawn, long before anyone else has arrived. I needed something to do, something to occupy my hands and quiet my restless mind. I slip on an apron and tie it securely around my waist, taking comfort in the familiar routine. The kitchen is cool and still, the faint scent of flour and spices still ling

Jensen's Point of View Her words echo in my mind, sharp and cutting. "A monster. An abomination. A freak of nature." I stand there, frozen, as the weight of her pain crashes over me. She truly believes that about herself. My chest tightens, anger rising, not at her, but at whatever has made her think this way. She’s no monster. She’s my mate. I shake my head, snapping out of my daze. I can’t let her leave like this. I can’t let her believe she’s anything less than extraordinary. Without another thought, I turn and stride out of the kitchen, following the faint trace of her scent. The rain outside has dulled it slightly, but the pull of our bond is unmistakable. It tugs at me, guiding me through the halls of the hotel, straight to her. When I reach her room, the door is slightly ajar. I pause for a moment, steadying myself before I step inside without bothering to knock. Rosalee is standing by her bed, her back turned to the door. She is hurriedly packing clothes into a worn duffe

Jensen's Point of View“What happens now?” Rosalee’s question, lingers in the air between us. Filled with uncertainty and vulnerability. I rise from the bed, offering her my hand as I say with a soft smile, “How about we get to know each other a little better over breakfast?” Her lips curl into a small, tentative smile as she nods her head, placing her hand in mine. The touch sends a familiar spark up my arm, but I focus on keeping things light and casual. Together, we leave her room and make our way back to the kitchen, where the plates she prepared earlier still sit waiting. Each of us grab a plate, and as Rosalee looks around the dining area, she suggests, “There’s a nice, quiet table outside. It’s private and... peaceful.” I nod my head in agreement, following her out onto the small patio. The morning sun shines brightly, casting a golden glow over the world, and the scent of yesterday’s rain still lingers faintly in the air. The atmosphere feels fresh, a perfect setting for t

Jensen's Point of View I'm standing outside in the garden waiting for Rosalee to finish working so we can have lunch together when my phone starts to ring. I pull it from my pocket, glancing at the screen. Ronan. My eyes move to the sliding doors, and I see Rosalee still standing in die dining room talking too an elder guest. I turn my back to the door, taking a few step further away, just incase someone comes out and over hears me. "Ronan? An update already? I thought you were still investigating. Or did you call me to tell me some good news? Did you find something at the site of the attack that could lead us to them?" I ask and I hear Ronan sigh on the other end of the phone. "No, unfortunately we didn't find anything, but... Well, we have a problem, Jensen. A big one... While we were still investigating the site we got a report that another pack was under attack. We rushed over there as soon as possible, but we were to late. The attack was over and they were long gone." He goe

Jensen's Point of ViewAfter my lunch with Rosalee, I made sure she was okay before giving her some space to think about what I asked. The last thing I want is for her to feel like I’m pressuring her into making a decision that she is not ready for. But deep down, I can’t deny it, I hope she chooses to come with me.Back in my room, I settle at the small wooden table, which I’ve turned into a makeshift desk, and open the report Nyx sent over. I try to read throught the report, but the words all blur together and I don't take anything in since my mind is still stuck on Rosalee. I shake my head and force myself to focus on the report. This mission matters. Lives are at stake.As I scan the details of the Crimsonclaw attack, I frown. The pattern is the same as all of their other attacks. It's calculated, brutal, and precise. They slaughter just enough Lycans to cripple the pack, then disappear without a trace. The rain covering their tracks is no coincidence, they’re too strategic. Frust