All Chapters of Hybrid Queen Of The Triplet Lycans: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

(Kandrix POV)“Alpha! A few rogues attacked our east side. They broke the defense line and killed one of our warriors and injured four of our warriors,” I received this mind-link from Mark Robinson, our second beta’s son, informed me. I looked at the sleeping face of my mate and pressed a kiss on her forehead. Louis and Jasper weren’t present at the pack house tonight because they had to visit another pack, so I was alone in the pack house. I didn’t want to leave my Freya and my children at this hour of the night, but duty calls. So, I reluctantly left them and headed towards the pack borders. I want to inform Emerald about it, but Jasper instructed me to keep her away from beta’s duties for a while, so I didn’t inform her. Even though he didn’t share the reason right now but I didn’t force him to. I quickly headed to the west side, and there was a group of ten rogues. I quickly changed to my Lycan form and attacked them. Jasper and Lois also came, and I looked towards them.

Freya had always thought her strength came from her wolf.The snarl that rose in her throat during a fight. The loyalty, the instinct. The pack.But now, with silver shackles burning into her skin and her children crying in the next room, it wasn’t the wolf that stirred.It was something else.Older. Colder. More powerful.Her vampire blood had always been a whisper in her veins. Quiet. Dormant. Until now.Now, it screamed.She didn’t know what triggered it, maybe the vision of her mates in the bowl, maybe the ever-tightening fear for her children, but she felt the shift.The shadows no longer curled away from her.They moved with her.Morwenna had left the cell minutes ago, convinced her spell still held. But Freya’s fingertips crackled with black mist as she slowly pulled against the chains again. A groan left her lips when she tried to move her bruised and sore body. A metallic snap echoed through the stone.The cuff broke.She gasped, staring at her wrist, raw, bleeding, but fre

The arena loomed like a beast of stone.Cold. Ancient. Built into the cliffs behind the palace, it had once been the site of war games and executions… Now, it would become the stage for Freya’s survival.The Trial of Blood hadn’t been performed in nearly a century.Few passed it, but couldn’t survive its severity and lost their lives after coming back to their mates. And none had ever done so while carrying the blood of two species.Freya stood at the center of the ring, her children watching from the royal box above, their small faces pale. Brenda stood with them, hands gripping their shoulders. The Lycan princes were absent from the stands, forced to remain neutral during the trial. A rule set by the Council to prevent “influence.”But Freya didn’t need them beside her.Not today.She had a blade in her hand.And every scar she’d earned.The crowd roared as the High Elder stood and lifted his cane.“Freya Simon, hybrid of wolf and vampire, fated mate of the Lycan princes… You are h

“Just you wait, Freya. I will hit you so hard this time that you will never be able to stand tall in front of me like before,” She said in her mind before dialling the number of Xayden Marcello. “I want you here today because today’s drama is all about you and your brother,” She said, and he answered. “Nah! I won't share my plan with you beforehand, but once I explain everything to the council, you'll understand. So, don’t worry too much and arrive here on time. This show is about to begin,” She said and ended her call with this. A knock on her door pulled her out of her thoughts. “Melinda! I want to talk to you,” Mark entered her room. She put her phone aside and looked towards him. “Okay,” She said and took a seat on the chair, gesturing for him to take a seat in front of her. “I want to talk about us,” She pressed her lips in a thin line and looked at the porcelain tea set in front of her. “I think you are becoming selfish with each passing day. I promise you that I will pro

Melinda didn’t scream. She didn’t beg. She didn’t even speak as the guards led her into the council hall the following morning.But her silence wasn’t strength, it was fury. A boiling, poisonous hatred simmered just beneath her skin, eyes burning with a rage that refused to fade. The defeat in the council chamber had cut deep. But it was today, as the entire pack gathered for the formal punishment decree, that her illusions finally shattered.Freya stood tall beside the High Elder, dressed not in the silks of royalty but in the warrior leathers of her hybrid bloodline. Her shoulders were square, her chin lifted, her eyes burning not with vengeance, but with the fire of a woman who had bled for everything she now held.Her children present in Kandrix, Louis, and Jasper, hands as they were watched over by warriors and healers alike. Safe. Loved. The sight of them playing peacefully was more powerful than any title or throne. They were the reason Freya had survived. They were her victory