Lahat ng Kabanata ng Lycan King's Hybrid Captive: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

Magnus POVI stood at the edge of the balcony, the cold breeze sweeping across my face while I stared at my vast lands. The search for Celeste had become an obsession I couldn't shake, no matter how hard I tried.It wasn’t just the physical distance that separated me from Celeste anymore; it was the constant tension within my Pack. The Lycans were beginning to question my every move, my every decision, and it wasn’t long before the whispers of dissent reached my ears.“Why are we wasting so many resources on a half-blood woman?” one of the elder council members had asked during the last meeting, his voice dripping with disdain. “This isn’t just about her, it’s about the integrity of the Pack. We can’t allow this—this quest of yours to cloud our judgment.”The words stung, but not as deeply as I thought they might. For years, I had believed in the supremacy of pure-bloods had scorned the hybrids, the ones like Celeste—caught between two worlds, never fully accepted by either. But every

Celest’s POV The world reacted to my song like a lit match to dry paper.The moment Ashes in the Snow hit the top of the charts, it was as if something invisible shifted in the atmosphere. Fans flooded the forums and streaming platforms. Dozens of reaction videos were posted within hours. Comments poured in from every corner of both the human and supernatural world—words like "haunting," "transcendent," "soulbreaking."And though they didn’t know the name behind it, I knew they were feeling every emotion I poured into that melody. My voice had found them, even in anonymity.The song told a tale that had lived in my bones for months now: of two souls pulled apart by bloodlines and betrayal, yet still hopelessly tethered. Of being told you don't belong—and loving someone so deeply that you’d risk everything for one more second in their arms.I meant every lyric. Every note.“Love, in itself, is not bound by anything—it is simply love.”That line became a rallying cry. I saw it quoted o

Celest’s POV It was just a feeling. A bone-deep chill. A prickling at the back of my neck like a warning from the universe itself. My spine stiffened.That gaze. I knew that gaze. Even though I didn’t see him, I felt it. Eyes that could burn and freeze at once. That same pressure that used to paralyze me and electrify me when I least expected it. Damn it. I ducked behind Jordan before my expression could betray the storm brewing beneath my skin.“Hey, what’s wrong?” Jordan asked, craning his head back to look at me. His voice was full of casual concern, but it only made the heat rise to my cheeks.“Nothing,” I said too quickly. Then I muttered, more to myself than him, “Damn it, what is he doing here?”Jordan blinked. “He who? What are you talking about?”But I just shook my head and nudged him forward. “Let’s get this over with.”We reached the door to the VIP conference room on the second floor of the club. The lighting was dim, and the place was buzzing with energy. The loud sound

Celest’s POV CRACK!He flew backward like a ragdoll.A cold wind hit my cheek before I felt the heat of a strong body close around me. The sharp smell of male cologne sliced through the dizzy fog in my mind. This new scent was familiar and safe. Then came the voice, I never forgot it.“You’ve been running for so long, but I finally found you.”I blinked, but my vision refused to clear. My limbs were heavy. A fire burned in my veins, making everything hot, and everything slow. I couldn’t tell if it was rage, shame, or relief that hit me first. All I knew was that his voice shattered the veil of unconsciousness like a wolf tearing through silk."M-Magnus…?" My voice came out slurred, barely a whisper. My lips felt dry, my throat raw. I wanted to push him away. I wanted to claw at his face. I wanted to bury myself in the strength of his arms.He didn’t answer. Instead, he adjusted his hold on me, one arm slipping beneath my knees, the other locking around my back as if I weighed nothin

Celest’s POV The venue was lit up with lots of energy. The stage lights came on and off as the tech crew hustled to finish last-minute wiring. Contestants had formed groups of twos and threes, whispering nervously in the back, waiting for the event to begin. I stood at the judges' table, a tablet in hand, scanning through the profiles of the performers we were about to see.The air inside the ballroom was cooler than I expected. Perhaps it was the nerves. Or maybe it was the fact that I hadn’t had a full night of sleep since... well, since everything with Magnus imploded all over again.I took a slow breath. I needed to focus.The ballroom doors swung open behind us. I didn’t turn, not at first. The footsteps were confident, deliberate. Then I heard the familiar voice, as he exchanged pleasantries with the front coordinators.Magnus was the first person I saw. Then I saw her, the lady he was talking to at the Cafe. She was dressed like a runway model, glued to Magnus’s side like som