Hunted Hybrid Aegis War Saga 1 novel Chapter 133

Hunted Hybrid – Aegis War Saga 1

Chapter 133

Elowen POV

The food had been divine. The wine? Dangerous. And now?

The ballroom was alive.

Thousands of people filled the space, wolves, mages, witches, beast shifters, and Marines. We were all packed together beneath chandeliers dripping with enchanted crystals that shimmered with starlight and pulsed to the rhythm of the music.

It was hot, loud and magical AF. I was living for it.

I didn’t know who started the dancing….probably Taya, let’s be real…but now the entire room was moving. Boots stomped. Gowns swirled. Bodies pressed together like the full moon itself had commanded us to get drunk and make questionable decisions.

“One shot,” Lachlan said, nudging a glass toward me with that cheeky Highland smirk. “Fer courage. Or fer chaos. Ye choose.”

Lyssira whispered, “Do both. Then grind on your mates until they growl.”

I downed it. And immediately coughed. “What the hell was in that?!”

Ashrian grinned. “Phoenix pepper vodka. It’ll clean your soul.”

“Pretty sure it just set my ovaries on fire…”

Too late. I was dragged onto the dance floor by Daxon and Lachlan both, sandwiched between heat and muscle as Bram circled like a pissed off bear waiting for his turn.

Lachlan spun me around once, twice, dipped me like a dramatic bastard, then whispered in my ear, “Ye keep lookin‘ at me like that, I’ll be draggin‘ ye off this floor before dessert.”

Gods. I loved him. I winked, “Promise?” He groaned with need as I twirled away to get another drink.

Across the room, Captain Lya Monroe, our no nonsense, badass Marine sniper, was leaning on the edge of the floor in an actual dress with her arms crossed. She looked bored as hell.

Until fate drop kicked her in the chest.

A massive lion shifter, all golden brown skin and muscles sculpted by divine thirst traps, caught sight of her and froze mid step like he’d been struck by lightning.

His jaw dropped. She glared back. “What?”

He blinked. Then grinned like a savage. “Mine.”

She snorted. “Try again, Simba.”

I howled.

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Chapter 133

The lion stalled toward her like she was his final battle and a five course meal all at once. “Your scent gods, I could drink it. Tell me your name before i start shifting.”

Moner deadpanned, “Tell me yours before I shoot your kneecaps.”

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I was crying. They stated each other down, her smirking, him feral, until finally she said, “Captain Monroe. United States Marines. Don’t touch me unless you want a fractured wrist.”

He growled low. “Captain Mate sounds good to me.”

I took another shot just to survive it.

We danced until our feet ached and our faces hurt from laughing. Taya and Rylen were making out against a pillar, Jace and Amaris were spinning each other around like maniacs. Even Alpha King Draven was clapping off beat while Luna Aelira and he danced like fools. It made me smile so big.

Lachlan and Ashrian tried to out tango each other. Bram looked like he wanted to eat everyone. Daxon nearly tore a hole in my dress when I bent over to grab a drink. Bram kept pulling me into his arms every time another male looked my way.

Lyssira snorted, “We’re feral. We’re sexy. We’re drunk. THIS is our villain origin arc and I am thriving.”

I grinned up at my mates, flushed and glowing. “I love you guys.”

They all said it back. Even Bram. Kind of. His version was a kiss to the top of my head and a grunt that meant mine.

And as the music swelled and the stars spun overhead, I knew two things. We had survived hell. We had definitely earned this night.

Captain Monroe POV

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