บททั้งหมดของ Hybrid Queen Of The Triplet Lycans: บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

The following week blurred into restless nights and silent days. Freya kept her mask on during work, her voice calm in meetings, her posture commanding. But when the glass doors of her office closed, her hands would shake as if replaying phantom touches she couldn’t wash away.Ricardo became her quiet anchor. He was always close, not hovering but there—a silent reminder that she wasn’t alone. She didn’t notice when he began escorting her to her car every evening, or when his men started shadowing her movements in public. To Freya, all she could feel was the heaviness of the past clawing at her chest, pulling her into old wounds she thought she had buried.One night, unable to breathe within the four walls of her mansion, she fled to Ricardo’s estate. Ricardo used to spend most of his time in his mansion, and It became a second home for Freya and her children too. His first mansion became their permanent home.The guards barely blinked before letting her in—he had left instructions lo

The triplets left the vampire kingdom in silence, their wolves restless beneath their skin, pacing and snarling as if demanding answers their human hearts couldn’t provide. They had come with fire, with fury in their veins, threatening war against the vampires who dared to touch what was theirs. But as the night air cooled their rage, it left behind something heavier… guilt.The ride back was a blur. Not one of them spoke, not a single word; they flew back to their pack. Each brother’s mind was chained to the same image—the sight of Freya in another man’s arms. And how fiercely he protected and defended her like she belonged to him instead of them. Jasper clenched his jaw so tight it hurt. He had wanted to rip that vampire’s head clean off his shoulders. But in the corner of his heart, a hollow ache twisted—the image of Freya’s pale face, hidden beneath shadows, her body trembling yet still leaning into the vampire as if she trusted him.Kandrix, usually the voice of reason, could no

The triplets’ words still echoed in the grand council chamber — a declaration of war if Freya did not return. For centuries, the vampires had lived in uneasy truce with the Lycans, each ruling their domain, neither daring to cross the other’s lines. But now, the fragile thread of peace had been snapped by a woman who carried the shadows of both worlds in her veins.Ricardo Vitalli sat on the throne of black stone, his eyes glowing a predatory crimson. Around him, the High Council gathered: twelve elders, warriors, strategists, and nobles whose loyalty wavered between fear and power.“We cannot underestimate the Lycans,” Lord Cassian, the oldest strategist, spoke first, his voice echoing through the chamber. “They thrive on brute strength. Their packs are trained for war, and the triplets lead with ruthless efficiency. If they march, they will not march alone. The packs will rally to their call.”Another noble slammed his fist on the table. “Then let them march! Do they think they can

The battlefield was drenched in blood and smoke. The once–golden grasslands at the border between kingdoms were nothing more than charred earth, littered with the bodies of wolves, vampires, and Lycans alike. The war that never should have been had swallowed everyone whole, and its fury showed no signs of slowing.Ricardo stood at the frontlines, his eyes glowing an otherworldly crimson, his fangs bared as he commanded his army with brutal precision. His warriors moved like shadows—silent, efficient, and merciless. Against them, the Lycans and allied wolves fought with primal rage, their numbers vast but their unity fractured.They already had all the maps of the werewolf and Lycan Kingdoms because they were already prepared for this war. They set their targets with precision, so they can damage them with precision and power. They weren’t blinded y rage and arrogance like Lycan Kings, and it will be their biggest advantage against them.The triplets—Kandrix, Jasper, and Louis—were for

The war had ended, but its echoes lingered in the halls of the Vampire Kingdom. Victory came at a cost, yet Ricardo Vitalli ruled taller than ever, his people hailing him not only as a king but as a savior who shielded them from Lycan aggression. The vampire banners flew higher, their crimson insignia burning bright against the sky, as if daring anyone to threaten their realm again.Freya, however, stood in silence amid the celebrations. She had watched fire consume the battlefield, blood soak the soil, and dreams collapse under the weight of betrayal. Though her hands did not wield a sword, she had borne the weight of it all. The triplets’ warning, their betrayal, their blind rage — they still echoed inside her like broken glass rattling in her veins.Ricardo’s steady presence grounded her. In the aftermath of the battle, when nightmares tore through her mind and she woke up trembling in the dark, it was he who sat silently beside her, never asking for words she wasn’t ready to give.