Semua Bab Lycan King's Hybrid Captive: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Celest’s POV The gates behind us slammed shut, leaving nothing but open dirt and the acrid scent of sweat and blood. I stumbled forward as the crowd’s roars shook the stone arena. Sunlight poured in through the high arches above, casting harsh shadows across the pit. I was no longer a free woman—I was a rebel captive, or fugitive, whatever they called their slaves here. Here, I was just another numbered body. Another soul meant for slaughter. Pierce stood at my side, his shoulders tense, his eyes scanning every movement around us. To my left, a trembling boy no older than twelve gripped a rusted dagger with both hands. On my right, a woman with a split lip and haunted eyes whispered a prayer under her breath. There was no warning before the next door opened. The creatures surged into the pit—massive wolf-beasts with matted fur, dripping fangs, and claws that could tear through steel. Their eyes glowed with madness, their growls vibrating through the ground. Panic hit instantly.

Magnus's POV I tried not to draw attention as I walked. My boots echoed softly against the floor when I turned toward the northern block. It was a labyrinthine passage, so I dragged my feet instead. Turning a corner, I entered a larger chamber where the injured were being tended to—or left to their fate. Amidst the moans and cries, my eyes were drawn to a figure slumped against the far wall. I approached cautiously, my eyes narrowing as recognition set in. He was one of the men who had fought alongside Celeste.Kneeling beside him, I spoke in a low, urgent tone. "Hello."His eyes fluttered open, clouded with pain and exhaustion. "Yes," he rasped, his voice barely above a whisper. "Didn't expect to talk to anyone in this state. Who are you?""That's not necessary," I replied, glancing at his wounded arm. "Are you alright?"He winced, shifting slightly. "Got into a tangle with one of the beasts. Nasty bite, but yeah I'll be fine."I nodded, understanding the perils of the arena all

Celest’s POV This man had just claimed to be my fiancé, yet the fragments of my memory offered no confirmation of his words. His golden eyes bore into mine, searching for recognition that I couldn't provide."I know this is overwhelming," Magnus said softly, his voice laced with concern. "But I promise, it's the truth."I wanted to believe him. There was an undeniable pull toward him, a sense of familiarity that I couldn't explain. Yet, the void in my memory left me skeptical. How could I trust feelings without facts?Taking a step back, I wrapped my arms around myself, seeking comfort in my own embrace. "I... I don't know what to say," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.Magnus reached out, but hesitated, allowing his hand to fall back to his side. "You don't have to say anything right now," he assured me. "Just know that I'm here for you."His kindness was disarming, and it made me lower my guard, if only slightly. But amidst the whirlwind of emotions, one thought remained

Celest’s POV The cold night air burned my lungs as I sprinted through the twisted alleys behind the arena. I didn’t dare look back. Behind me, the stranger's men surrounded me like a living shield, urging me onward."Move faster!" one of them barked, glancing nervously over his shoulder. "We don't have much time!"I nodded, forcing my legs to move even though every muscle screamed in protest. My mind whirled with everything that had just happened—the auction, the man's sudden appearance, and how it felt like a reunion.Fiancé. That word still echoed in my ears.I gritted my teeth and focused on the path ahead. We ducked into a narrow corridor between two crumbling buildings, the stone walls pressing close on either side. The city was alive with noise—shouts, clanging metal, the distant blast of something heavy collapsing.The farther we got from the arena, the more my heart twisted painfully inside my chest.I should feel relieved, right? I was free. We were running toward safety.Bu

Magnus's POV The faint beeping of machines and the sterile scent of medicine filled my senses as I slowly came to. For a moment, I didn't know where I was.Pain throbbed deep in my chest, but it was the kind of pain that assured me I was still alive.I blinked against the dim light, trying to get my bearings. That's when I felt it—a warmth against my hand. Turning my head slowly, I saw her.She was curled up awkwardly beside my bed, her head resting against the mattress, her hand wrapped around mine. Her chest rose and fell in slow, even breaths. Strands of her hair fanned out across the sheets like a dark halo.I couldn't move for a moment, just staring at her.A thousand emotions crashed over me at once—relief, disbelief, overwhelming gratitude."You’re here," I whispered hoarsely, barely able to believe it.Carefully, I reached out with my uninjured arm, fingers trembling slightly, and stroked her hair.It was softer than I remembered. Silky strands slipped between my fingertips,