Lahat ng Kabanata ng MY HYBRID MATE: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 69

Zach’s PerspectiveHow fucking dare he. I stood there, fists clenched at my sides, watching that bastard—Damien—walk away like he owned the damn world. Every bone in my body screamed to run after him and rip his head off. But I didn’t. Not yet. He knew what he was doing. He brought up my father. My best friend. The ones I lost—the ones he knew I still mourned. He did it just to get a reaction out of me. And it worked. My wolf was pacing like a madman inside me, growling, ready to lunge. And then… he had the fucking audacity to bring Seraphina into it. To say she thought about him. That she still had him in her mind. What the fuck. Seraphina is mine. My mate. My eternity. My everything. I would burn this whole world down before I ever let him touch her again. I wanted to kill him then and there. My claws were already pushing through my skin. I could feel the sharpness of them. Just one swipe and I could’ve ended him. But I didn’t. Because of the protection barrier. The moment I lowered

Seraphina’s Perspective"Ahhh… f-fuck," I groaned weakly as I slowly regained consciousness, my entire body throbbing with unbearable pain. The first thing I noticed was the cold metal around my neck… again. That damn collar. Then I realized I was back in his room. Damien’s bed. My wrists and ankles were chained to the bedposts. A thick iron collar wrapped tightly around my throat, the same one that blocked my wolf—Ella—from healing me or shifting. Sunlight streamed through the windows, and birds chirped cheerfully outside like the world was just normal… but inside this room, it was a fucking nightmare. I turned my head slightly, wincing at the sharp pain shooting through my neck and spine. My body was burning, my skin bruised and raw. I was laying on the same blood-soaked sheets from yesterday. My blood. The fabric was sticky beneath me. The strong metallic scent filled my nostrils, making me feel nauseous.Tears fell down my cheeks silently as memories from yesterday flooded back li

Damien’s Perspective"My, my… look how the tables have turned," I muttered with a smug smirk stretching across my face as I stepped out of my castle. The air was thick with tension, the kind that sent a thrill down my spine. War was in the air—and I loved it. My boots crunched against the gravel path as I strode toward the edge of my territory. The spell I had asked the witches to place shimmered faintly in the air, creating an invisible barrier that not even a hybrid could cross. And there he was. Zach. Standing at my border with his entire army behind him. His shoulders were tense, jaw clenched, eyes full of fire. The bastard looked ready to tear through the world. I chuckled and took a few more steps closer to the barrier, hands in my coat pockets, just close enough so he could hear me clearly. "What? Can’t take the next step?" I mocked. Zach's body flinched at my words. "Fucking coward," he growled, eyes glowing. "Remove this fucking barrier!""Calling me a coward, Zach?" I raised

Seraphina’s PerspectiveIs he seriously asking me to remove my shirt… in front of everyone? My breath hitched as I stood there frozen, trying to understand the rage burning in Zach’s eyes. No, not Zach—Onyx. His wolf was in control now. Those glowing hazel eyes weren’t soft or human. They were wild, bloodthirsty, and possessive. And they were glaring at me like I was still marked by the enemy. I looked down at myself. It’s not like I had anything to hide. My body was fully covered in white bandages. The medics had wrapped me up to stop the bleeding and protect the open wounds. Even if I took off this shirt—Damien’s shirt, I wouldn’t be naked. But still… something about the way Onyx demanded it made a cold shiver run down my spine. His eyes—sharp, glowing, deadly—were still filled with rage. The battlefield was silent now except for the distant screams from Damien’s castle, where Zach’s warriors were finishing what he started. The war was over. Blood was spilt. Death was everywhere. Bu

Seraphina’s Perspective The night air was cool, but my body felt like it was on fire. As soon as the ceremony ended, Zach didn’t wait a second. He guided me to the car, his hand never leaving mine, his eyes filled with so much hunger and love that my heart fluttered. The moment the driver pulled up in front of his penthouse, Zach was out of the car and around to my side in seconds.Before I could even step out, he scooped me up in his arms bridal style. I gasped.“Zach!” I laughed softly, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Calm down.” He didn’t listen. He kicked the car door shut with his foot and began walking toward the elevator. “I’ve been calm for months, ma chérie,” he murmured, “but not tonight.” My cheeks turned red. I felt the heat in his voice, the tension in his body as he held me close. The elevator ride up was silent—but intense. His eyes didn’t leave mine once, and I could feel my heartbeat in my throat. The moment the elevator doors opened to the private penthouse floor