Lahat ng Kabanata ng Lycan King's Hybrid Captive: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

Celest’s POV Darkness had enveloped me. It was a suffocating void that immediately dulled my senses. I drifted in and out of consciousness , each moment of awareness bringing with it a wave of nausea and disorientation. The cold floor beneath me was unforgiving, its chill seeping into my bones. I could hear muffled voices, indistinct and distant, as if they were coming from underwater. Through the haze, I felt a rough hand grip my wrist,

Celest’s POV The sky looked like it had been painted in ink. No light slipped through the dense gray clouds that churned above the towering stone chapel. It was the building Leon had specially constructed for this occasion, an altar not for love, but for conquest.Thunder groaned in the distance. I stood in the bridal chamber, the mirror before me too cruel in its honesty. I wore a white gown that flowed like snow and silence, delicate la

Celest’s POVEven the grand chandeliers above seemed to dim when Magnus entered like a god cloaked in midnight. He cut through the crowd with purposeful steps—every eye followed him, every heart halting in its chest. I didn’t know if it was fear or hope that pulsed louder in my veins. I only knew it was him.He had broken through every barrier—guards, nobles, Leon’s cronies—his black attire giving him the air of a warrior born in darkness. Every fiber of his being screamed rescue.The crowd burst into pandemonium as he strode forward. Chairs toppled. Guests wept or gasped. The organ faltered, the notes dying in chaos. Silver candelabras crashed to the marble floor—flames flickering out in the turmoil.My breath caught. I watched Magnus unclench his fists, move past a swarm of armed guards, dispatching them with brutal precision. Each move was swift, overpowering. A guard swung a baton—Magnus ducked, pivoted, and threw him aside like a rag doll. Another pulled a gun, but before he coul

Magnus's POV It was like the air had been sucked out of my lungs.One moment she was in my arms, her skin icy and trembling, her lips stained red with the price of power. The next—she was gone.Celest… my Celest… turned from me with one final promise to never return and my heart broke.“Celest!” I screamed after her, the name shredding my throat as the cathedral walls echoed my despair. I shoved Jordan aside, barely aware of the way he tried to restrain me, to stop me from bleeding out. My ribs screamed in protest, pain blooming where the knife had struck true—but I didn’t care. I couldn’t. Pain meant nothing if she wasn’t in my arms.A thunderclap shook the heavens, as if even the gods mourned her departure. Rain spilled like judgment from the sky, hammering the cathedral ruins, turning shattered marble to slippery ruin. But I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop.I tore through the wreckage of the Moon-blasted ceremony—through broken pews, through the lingering ash of fallen enemies, throug

Celest’s POV I didn’t scream. I didn’t shout for the Seer. Didn’t panic. I just moved.My body obeyed instinct, sinking to my knees beside him. He wasn’t fully unconscious, not yet. He was fighting it, clinging to the last flickers of awareness, eyes fluttering in protest as if the very act of surviving this long had drained whatever was left in him."Stay with me," I whispered.He couldn’t hear me. Or maybe he could. His bloodied hand twitched, fingers curling against the wooden floor like he was trying to hold on—to something, to me, to consciousness—I couldn’t tell.The scent of blood filled my nose. It was so strong I could taste it on the back of my tongue. My hands trembled as I hooked them under his shoulders. He wasn’t heavy, but every movement felt sluggish, like I was moving through molasses. I dragged him into the cabin, the door slamming shut behind us with a gust of wind