บททั้งหมดของ Hybrid Queen Of The Triplet Lycans: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

The morning after the raven’s message arrived, the palace was no longer silent.The walls echoed with war preparations, Kandrix summoned warriors, Louis ordered the betas to uncover ancient weapons, and everyone could sense the energy of chaos rolling off the Lycan Kings. But while everyone else readied their swords, Freya found herself seeking answers.Why now?Why her children?Why this rogue king, whose name had only ever been whispered in fear — Marco, the Kin of shadows?She sat at the war table with her mates, eyes locked on the scroll.“The blood of the child… or the war begins.”But something didn’t sit right. Her instincts, sharpened by pain and survival, whispered that this wasn’t about her at all. Something wasn’t feeling right about this sudden attack, and also about this message. Like something was begging to be unwrapped, and she was ready to unwrap it. She bit her lower lip and started thinking about everything. This was personal.And not to her.To them.“You’re hidin

The halls of the Lycan palace had grown quiet again—but this time, it wasn’t peace. It was fear.Freya walked through the corridors like a storm, dressed in velvet. Every eye that followed her knew something had shifted. She wasn’t the trembling hybrid the council once doubted. She wasn’t the outcast mother fighting for scraps of love.She was the Queen now.But she wouldn’t rule through mercy alone.The traitor who had burned her sons’ sacred scrolls and fed Ruvan secrets… was still breathing inside these very walls. Hiding beneath loyalty and royal blood.And Freya intended to rip them from their mask.She stood at the edge of the war room, where her mates and a group of high-ranking nobles had gathered to discuss battle positions.Kandrix was the first to notice her entrance.His gaze sharpened as he stepped toward her. “What did the Seer say?”“She said the snake is one of us,” Freya answered, loud enough for everyone to hear. “Someone of royal blood. Someone is still present in th

Chapter 105: Moonblood Unleashed The clash of steel and screams tore through the battlefield like a living storm. Freya could barely hear her own thoughts above the chaos. Blood soaked the earth beneath her feet — some of it rogue, some of it Lycan. The fog of Ruvan’s cursed magic still clung to the air, thicker now, darker. But she pushed forward. With every strike of her claws, she carved a path toward him, the rogue king who had haunted them from the shadows. The one who’d used Melinda as a pawn, who had nearly torn her children from her arms, who had waited decades to destroy the legacy of the Lycans. And then it happened. A scream that didn’t belong to an enemy. Her heart seized. “Kandrix!” She turned in time to see him fall. Not from magic. From betrayal. A rogue wolf, once disguised as a palace guard — one of Melinda’s hidden allies — had stabbed Kandrix through the side with a blade dipped in blackbane. The deadly poison hissed as it entered his bloodstream, and his

The wind that morning was different—cooler, quieter. As if the very air was holding its breath.Freya stood in the courtyard garden, watching her twins play under the golden spill of sunlight, while Atena was playing with her blocks near her. The palace had never felt so alive. Flowers bloomed where ashes once lingered, laughter echoed off the marble, and even the guards had softened their shoulders with smiles.Yet beneath all that peace, something churned in her stomach. A subtle, persistent hum. Like something old had stirred awake.She didn't mention the diary. Not yet. She hadn’t even brought up the pendant she’d found in the wooden box days earlier. Some part of her wanted to believe it was all a coincidence, a relic of the past that would fade again. But deep inside… she knew. She wanted to ask, but was too afraid to disturb the pack’s peace. She always knew.The peace was shattered by midday.It wasn’t with a bang. Not with screaming or alarms. Just a simple car, pulling into

Freya felt it every time Lilith entered a room. The woman seemed to float on invisible strings, her voice feather-soft yet sharp enough to cut through the air, her eyes perpetually shimmering with tears that appeared and vanished on command. Elyra clung to her side, a tiny doll with eyes too old for her face, gazing at Freya with something between fear and challenge.At first, Freya tried to hold her ground, reminding herself that the bond she shared with the triplets was stronger than any shadow of the past. But Lilith was clever. She never struck openly. Instead, she placed herself in situations that painted Freya as cruel or intolerant. “She is more cunning and cruel. What should I do?” Freya asked Crystal and Crystal hung her head low like her mates’ behaviour really broke her from the inside out. “I know! I am just losing hope. She is weakening our bond with the Kings, and there is nothing we can do because all of them willingly give her more and more control with each passing