All Chapters of The Lycan King's Forbidden Human Mate: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Hannah’s POV Dressed in heels and a bold suit, Hannah exuded the air of someone dressed, ready to kill. And that she came to do. She caught her reflection in the glass doors of the Council estate and smoothed down her jacket. She looked powerful. She looked like the queen she was always meant to be. This was her ground, and she was going to take back everything that Seraphina had stolen. The Council residence was a massive, cold building that exuded power. As she walked through the halls, the clicking of her heels was the only sound. She reached the heavy double doors of the chamber and took a breath. She needed to look calm. She needed to look like she was worried about the future of their kind, not just her own revenge. "Hannah, thank you for coming," one of the Council members said as she entered. He was an older man, his face full of wrinkles and his eyes sharp. "Of course," Hannah said, taking h

Seraphina’s POV Lucien had left me alone in this desolate estate. I actually thought I was going to get a break. I was already practically twirling at the thought of being home alone for the next couple of days. I planned to read a book or something quiet; I even wanted to try out some dessert I saw on social media that had gone viral. But sadly, I keep forgetting Lucien isn’t a nice man. He literally instructed Madame Vivienne to train me in his absence. I really thought she would go easy on me. I thought she would be more understanding, woman to woman, and let me slack off. But fuck, she wasn’t a girl’s girl. She was much more evil than Lucien. There were no breaks. Nothing at all. “No stopping,” she said, standing there so poised, like a lady of high status. I kept on running. I felt like I was about to pass away from how hard she was pushing me. The gravel crunched under my feet, and my lungs bur

Lucien’s POV I was heading over to a diner to go through last-minute detailing. I needed a contingency plan in case the Council proved difficult and tried to bypass my plan. I was willing to go to war with my own kind if it meant saving my mate from the cold grasps of death. The "old fossils" thought they could dictate the fate of my Luna, but they were mistaken. For that, I needed an army. An army filled with my most trusted allies. I was going to make sure I was prepared. Prepared for war. The road was dark, the trees blurring past as I drove, my grip tight on the steering wheel. The silence of the car felt heavy, weight by the decisions I was making. I pulled up to a diner out of state, a small, unremarkable place where I was waiting for someone. I killed the engine and sat in silence for a while. In the quiet, my mind drifted off to my mate, Seraphina. I wo

I lay down on my bed, exhausted, the words Hannah had spat at me earlier, replaying on a loop in my head. I couldn’t focus on anything else. Her words were eating at my nerves, feasting on my insecurities until I couldn't help but doubt Lucien’s intentions. Was any of what he told me even true? It all started to seem like a carefully constructed lie. Between Serene’s whisper and Hannah’s warnings, I was being pushed toward an abyss of no return. The weight of it was suffocating. If the leak was real and everyone knew about the Serene inside of me, I was cornered. What would I do when they came knocking at my door, demanding my head? What would happen when the King himself requested my execution? There was only so much Lucien could do, and just as much that he couldn't—or wouldn't—do. I needed to prepare myself. I needed to be ready when the time was right. I needed to protect myself, and there was only one way to go about it. I had to stop bei

I still couldn’t shake the thoughts racing through my mind. I remembered being a teenager and reading a book that, at the time, had brought me so much joy. But looking back at it now, I felt more than a bit skeptical. The story was about two lovers who were unfortunately separated due to a series of unnatural events, only to be reconnected in another timeline far from the one where they had died. It was a classic "soulmate" trope, but Alaric and Serene looked so much like me and Lucien that it felt like more than a coincidence. What if history wasn't just repeating itself? What if it was circling back to finish what it started? “Seraphina, are you busy?” A knock followed by Madame Vivienne’s voice snapped me out of my spiraling thoughts. I wasted no time going to answer the door. It had to be important for her to come looking for me so soon after her sprint out of the study. “No,