All Chapters of The Lycan King's Hybrid Mate: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Jensen's Point of View I take a steadying breath, my gaze sweeping across the alphas gathered around me. The weight of their stares press against me, a mixture of skepticism, curiosity, and a deep rooted distrust. The tension in the clearing is thick, but I push forward. "I know how all of you feel about Lycans," I begin, my voice firm yet measured. "But now is not the time to let old grudges dictate our future. This threat is bigger than all of us. Crimsonclaw is growing bolder, more ruthless with each attack. They started by attacking Lycan packs unprovoked, small strikes at first, taking just enough lives to weaken them without drawing too much attention." I pause, letting the words settle, watching their reactions. Some remain impassive, but others shift slightly, their interest piqued. I glance toward Marcel, gesturing towards him as I continue. "A few days ago, they took it a step further. They attacked Alpha Marcel’s pack and wiped out nearly half of his people. Innocent

Jensen's Point of View The air in my office is thick with concentration, the only sounds being the rhythmic clicking of the keyboard and the occasional rustling of papers. Nyx, Ronan, and I are gathered around my desk, working on finalizing the alliance agreement. The document displayed on the computer screen outlines the terms we’ve spent hours debating, a pact between werewolf packs and Lycans, a united front against a common threat. Crimsonclaw. Ronan leans back in his chair, running a hand through his dark hair. His expression is thoughtful, yet resolute. "This alliance will be the turning point for the war between our two species," he says. "Once other packs learn about it, they might be more inclined to join too." I nod my head, my eyes still scanning the screen as I fine tune the wording of a particularly delicate clause. The agreement needs to be solid, binding. Trust is fragile, and we can't afford any misinterpretations that could cause rifts down the line. Nyx, who h

Jensen's Point of View I exhale deeply, rolling my shoulders to ease the tension that has been building in my neck throughout the morning. The alliance meeting was a success, but there is still so much uncertainty, especially when it comes to Crimsonclaw. I sit at my mahogany desk, a satisfied smile tugging o my lips as my fingers fly over the keyboard as I type a quick yet professional response to Alpha Lillian’s email. *** To: Alpha Lillian From: Alpha Jensen Dark Moon Pack Subject: Re: Alliance Agreement Signing Alpha Lillian, Thank you for confirming your attendance. We are very pleased to have the Crescent Moon Pack stand with us in this alliance. The official signing will take place on Monday at 12:00 PM at the Dark Moon Packhouse. Upon arrival, my Beta Ronan will direct you and your team to the meeting hall, where we will finalize the agreement before the official signing. If you require any accommodations or security measures, please let me know in advance.

Celine's Point of View The steady glow of my computer screen casts a soft blue light over my office, the only sound being the rhythmic tapping of my fingers on the keyboard. The scent of freshly brewed coffee lingers in the air, mixing with the faint scent of the old oak furniture. It’s just another day, until I feel the familiar tug of a mind link as someone attempts to connect. With a sigh, I open the link, and Owen’s voice comes through, slightly tense. “Alpha. There is a woman at the border gate. She won’t give us her name, she just keeps insisting that she wants to talk to you.” I frown, my fingers pausing over the keyboard. “Tell her to state why she is here, and if she won’t, then she should leave.” “We’ve tried that, Alpha, but she refuses to leave. She says she will only speak to you and she won’t leave until she does.” Annoyance creeps into my tone. “Fine. Escort her in. I will send her away myself.” “On it, Alpha.” I cut the link and lean back in my chair, st

Freya's Point of View The moment I hear the sickening crack of Celine’s skull against the tree, I shift back into my human form. My breath comes in ragged gasps, my body battered and bloodied, but I keep my balance, even as my broken leg trembles beneath me. I take a step forward, wincing as pain shoots up my limb, but I don’t stop. Celine lies motionless in the dirt, her body twisted at an unnatural angle. Blood seeps into the earth beneath her, pooling around her like a dark, scarlet halo. I stare at her, my chest rising and falling in shallow breaths, waiting for any sign of life. Nothing. The Alpha of Shadow Vale is dead. A slow, satisfied smile creeps onto my lips, but before I can relish my victory, a familiar tug at my mind interrupts me. Ravena’s urgent voice rings out through the pack link. “We have company. Retreat.” Her tone is sharp, a warning laced with urgency. I immediately open a private link to her. “I need your help. I’m in a clearing, about a