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

Rosalee's Point of View A faint sound pulls me from the depths of sleep. I frown, confused about what the sound was until I realize it's a soft knock at my door. My eyes flutter open, and I slowly sit up, blinking against the early morning light filtering in through the curtains. For a moment, I feel disoriented as I glance around the room, recognizing the familiar space, but my last memory is of sitting in the chair beside Piper’s bed. How did I get back here? Then it hits me, the scent of the forest after the rain, laced with dark chocolate. Jensen. A small smile tugs at my lips as I realize he must have carried me home. The thought warms me in a way I can’t quite explain. Another knock at the door snaps me from my thoughts. This time, I don’t hesitate. Throwing back the blankets, I climb out of bed and pad softly across the floor, pulling open the door. Standing there, Jensen greets me with that familiar, steady presence, a tray of food balanced in his hands. His eyes

Jensen's Point of View The soft glow of my computer screen illuminates my office as I scan over the details of the upcoming meeting. The five werewolf packs will be expecting us soon, and there’s still much to prepare. With a sigh, I lean back in my chair and rub my temples before opening a mind link to Ronan. "Morning, Ronan. Can you come to my office?" His response is immediate. "I’m on my way." I don’t have to wait long before a firm knock sounds at my door. "Come in," I call out. The door swings open, and Ronan strides in, his presence always carrying an air of authority. He takes a seat in front of me, his sharp gaze meeting mine as he waits for me to speak. I fold my hands on my desk and get straight to the point. "The meeting with the werewolf packs is just around the corner. We need to decide who to take with us for protection. I was also thinking we should bring Marcel and Piper. They’ve witnessed firsthand how ruthless Crimsonclaw can be, and their testimony might

Rosalee's Point of View Lunch is filled with warmth, the kind I haven’t felt in a long time. The sound of soft laughter and lighthearted conversation surrounds me, creating an atmosphere that is oddly comforting. Piper and Natalie do most of the talking, the words flowing effortlessly between them. They talk about anything and everything, how good the food is, the upcoming alliance meeting, and even a bit about Natalie’s work. "I swear, sometimes the paperwork around here is worse than a battlefield," Natalie says with a dramatic sigh, rolling her eyes playfully. Piper chuckles, shaking her head. "At least you get to sit down while doing it. I’d take that over morning sickness any day." "Okay, you win," Natalie concedes, raising her hands in surrender. "I’d rather drown in reports than be sick all the time." Josh and I mostly listen, occasionally adding our own thoughts. "You think paperwork is bad now?" Josh chimes in with a smirk. "Wait until the alliance is formed, Jen

Rosalee's Point of View As Jensen and I walk back towards the house, guilt gnaws at me. I never meant for Josh to worry, it wasn’t my intention to run off without explaining myself. I just needed some space. I needed to breathe, to run. But now, with the cool night air brushing against my skin and my heart no longer racing, I regret not reassuring him sooner. The porch light casts a warm glow, illuminating the front of the house as we approach. Josh stands there, his posture straightening the moment his eyes land on me. His expression is a mix of relief and quiet concern, though he says nothing at first. I offer him a small, apologetic smile, my voice gentle as I say, "I’m sorry, Josh. I didn’t mean to worry you. I just… needed to run, to clear my mind." Josh studies me for a moment, then gives a small nod of his head, his shoulders relaxing just slightly. Before he can say anything, Jensen speaks up beside me. "Thank you, Josh. You can take off for the night, I’ve got it fro

Rosalee's Point of View As we step into the lake, hand in hand, I brace myself for the shock of cold water, expecting the usual chill that comes with stepping into a natural body of water. But to my surprise, the temperature is perfect, cool enough to be refreshing but warm enough to feel like a gentle embrace against my skin. I turn to Jensen, curiosity flickering in my eyes. “How did you know the water wouldn’t be cold?” He shrugs nonchalantly, his dark brown hair catching the sunlight in reddish streaks. “It just always is the perfect temperature.” I frown slightly, tilting my head. “Haven’t you ever wondered why?” A smirk tugs at his lips, and I already know he’s about to say something teasing. “Well, there’s this legend in my pack that this lake’s water is infused with magic.” I let out a small chuckle at that, the idea sounding almost too whimsical. Jensen’s smirk fades into a playful frown. “What? Lycans, werewolves, and even hybrids can exist, but you draw the lin