All Chapters of Lycan King's Hybrid Captive: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Magnus’s POVThe first chance I get, I will have his head. Then, I'll feed it to the birds of the sky. The manipulative bastard. He had turned to address everyone at once."You've all seen it with your own eyes," he said, gesturing toward Celest. "The only person your Alpha found worthy of his love is nothing more than a hybrid—one of us." His lips curled in. "And yet, you follow this Lycan king blindly?"Murmurs spread through the crowd. Some Alphas cast glances at one another. A few even lowered their heads in thought.Drace was winning with his words. He had struck a nerve. But to what end?"You fear change," he continued, pacing slowly in front of them. "But let me tell you something—our time has come. The age of Lycans and pureblooded werewolves ruling over us is over. We are stronger, smarter. If you side with me now, I will ensure your survival in the new world order."He turned, his eyes sweeping over the room. "But if you stand with Magnus, you are signing your own death war

Magnus’s POVI needed no map to guide me through the jungle, my instinct had always been enough. No birds. No insects. Just the whisper of rustling leaves. As if the trees themselves were warning me.I pulled on the reins, forcing my horse to a stop. We were not alone.Two glowing eyes emerged first. Then another, and another.A breath caught in my throat as their monstrous forms took shape. So, they were real after all.The night stalkers.Ancient, beast-like creatures that haunted the jungle, feared by both werewolves and Lycans alike. Their massive, mutated wolf-like bodies loomed in the shadows. Elongated limbs twisted unnaturally, jagged spikes jutted from their backs, their yellow eyes gleaming with hunger. Canines dripped with venom, saliva sizzling where it met the ground.One stepped forward, sniffing the air. It knew what I was. And it wanted my blood.The attack came fast.I barely had time to react, launching myself off my horse just as the beast’s claws swiped through the

Celest’s POV The chains were cold, tight around my wrists. My body felt weak—too weak—but my mind was aware, feeling everything. Drace stood before me, "You look surprised," he crossed his arms as he leaned against the wooden table beside him. "Did you really think he would come save you?" I kept my expression blank, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. He chuckled. "I must admit, Magnus is smarter than I gave him credit for. He knew what was at stake. The moment he realized you had been poisoned, he folded like a well-trained pup." Liar. Magnus would never submit to him so easily. Drace must have seen the doubt in my eyes as he walked closer. “Oh, Celest. You should have seen it. He didn’t even hesitate. He agreed to work with me the second I threatened your life.” He tilted his head mockingly. “Maybe you’re that important to him as you thought or maybe he simply realized his own survival was more valuable than yours.” He sighed when I didn't react again. “It’s a sham

Celest’s POV The first thing I became aware of was the scent of damp earth. The air smelled of moss, rain, and blood.I had clawed my way up the cave and when I finally got up, I was dead exhausted. The pain I felt all over pulsed through my body in sharp waves, but it was the emptiness in my mind that truly terrified me.Who am I?I pressed a trembling hand to my temple, trying to will the fragments of my memory back. But there was nothing—only a blank slate where my past should have been.Slowly, I forced myself to sit up. My fingers brushed against something cold and hard around my neck. I glanced down and saw a wolf fang necklace resting against my collarbone.A flash of something—someone—flitted through my mind. A man.Tall. Strong. His eyes burned with intensity, and his presence wrapped around me like someone I really knew. But the image vanished before I could grasp it.A sharp pang hit my chest. Who was he?And why did I feel such an overwhelming need to find him?I didn’t k

Magnus's POV The air in my office was suffocating, as my mind went around lots of unanswered questions. My fingers drummed against the polished wood of my desk as I scanned the intelligence report that had just arrived.“Celest had been confirmed to have escaped from the rebels."The words leaped off the page, sinking into my mind like claws. Escaped. She had managed to break free.But then—why hadn’t she come to me?I tightened my grip on the paper, my jaw locking. The report was frustratingly vague, offering no details of where she had gone or how she had gotten out. Some of my men suspected she had met with misfortune—that she was injured, or worse, dead.I refused to believe it. She was strong. A survivor.But if she was still alive, then where was she?I slammed the report onto my desk and rose to my feet. The walls of my office felt like they were closing in, the lack of answers gnawing at my patience.Nathan, my second-in-command, stood near the door, watching me with a carefu