บททั้งหมดของ One Night with the Hybrid King: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

It’s painful to witness the perfect image of the family that should have been mine, yet someone else has taken my place. The memory of seeing my children with Alexander and Aria, laughing and building those moments of love and unity, twists my stomach with nausea.I shove the scene to the back of my mind; I can’t afford to dwell on it now. Drave is in the city, and while I despise Aria’s choice to become Alexander’s mate, I cannot let Drave tear them apart.Night has fallen, and I’m standing on the balcony of my room, overlooking the city. The sound of the ocean blends with the hum of cars and people walking along the boardwalk. It’s a beautiful city, tarnished by the unpredictable presence of my older brother.The intercom buzzes, and I assume it’s Alexander. I answer and grant him access to my room. There’s no time to dwell on the past. Alexander was right in the end—he found Aria first. He won.“Sorry for the delay. The kids were a bit restless and upset about having to leave tomor

“Here it is!” Drave bursts in like a storm, his voice brimming with triumph as he holds a small vial in his hands, raising it like a trophy. “Aria's blood, ready to be used. Now, do your part… now,” he demands, the urgency in his words echoing through the space. His green eyes gleam with a dangerous light, a mix of anxiety and determination that makes it clear that every second counts.Drave hands me the vial, and I'm tempted to ask how he managed to get Aria’s blood. Did he resort to force? Or maybe some skilled deception? But the urgency of the moment keeps my tongue still. However, time cannot be wasted, and I begin the forbidden magic to perform the shifter spell. The aura of the spell rises around me, thick and heavy like a fog charged with electricity. Drave positions himself beside me, watching every move I make with sharp eyes. It’s almost unsettling how he mixes fascination with veiled criticism. He’s absorbing every detail, not because he understands the depth of the magic,

"I want one group at the castle’s flank. Another at the back gate. I know there are soldiers stationed here and here," I inform, pointing to the castle map spread before us. The glowing markings highlight every critical point of the perimeter. The war room is bathed in a cold light, cut by the greenish glow of monitors showing live drone footage of the capital. "We’ll drop the bombs here and neutralize this section. Any questions?"The soldiers stand in formation before me, impeccably uniformed and armed. Each of them radiates determination, their gazes hard and unwavering. The sound of boots clicking against the floor silences the faint murmur of voices, and the quiet that follows confirms their full attention on the plan."No, Majesty!" they reply in unison, their voices firm and echoing through the room. A surge of pride courses through me, warm and powerful. They’re ready to give their all, to fight for me, for what we believe in, down to their last breath."Today, my brothers and

Feeling Aria by my side is like finally breathing after being submerged for too long. The lightness that floods my chest is intoxicating, a happiness so complete it almost hurts. Every smile she gives me, every touch of her fingers on my skin, reaffirms what I’ve always known: she’s mine, as she was meant to be from the start, as if the universe had corrected a grotesque mistake.Sitting on the couch, I watch her pick up the dress tossed across the room, a remnant of the passion that consumed us moments ago. She moves quickly, but there’s a grace in her movements that hypnotizes me. The soft light outside, filtered through the hotel windows, illuminates her brown hair in an almost ethereal glow.“I need to get back to the children; they must be worried,” she says, her urgency catching me off guard, though her tone remains soft, almost apologetic for having to leave.My chest tightens, but I don’t let it show. Instead, I give her a light smile, trying to extend the moment. “We can bri

I watch as Caelum leaves the coastal city, his figure disappearing down the road amid the chaos sparked by Drave’s coup. I wonder what’s going through his mind, whether the humiliation of losing his throne to the bastard brother is greater than the fear of facing a war he clearly doesn’t know how to win. The world seems to revolve around this chaos, and on every corner, in every whispered or shouted voice, there’s only one topic: the coup.I watch the news with a malicious smile on my lips, a perverse admiration for Drave's theatrical skill. He knows how to put on a show. Every detail of the invasion was meticulously calculated, from the devastating explosions to the powerful image of Isolder kneeling before him, her expression marked by terror and crushed pride.The moment Drave challenged Caelum with Isolder on her knees, my heart raced, but not from fear—an intoxicating euphoria took over me. That woman… finally, she’s paying for her arrogance. A selfish, cruel, cold bitch, Isolder