All Chapters of One Night with the Hybrid King: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

“What’s going on? Aren’t you working tonight? Are you sick, by any chance?” Lyra, my mother, asks, surprise evident in her voice.I stay seated on the living room rug, playing with Elowen and Thorne. The two of them are building a castle out of plastic blocks, pretending it’s their fortress.“Because of the recent attack on the palace. The king’s been investigating several staff members, so my boss has closed the hall for the next few days.” I answer, looking down, trying to shake off the anxiety and fear of losing my job.The memory of my last conversation with Caelum still echoes in my mind. His insinuation that I was having an affair with that disgusting excuse of a boss makes my blood boil. Did he think I was a prostitute? That I’d sleep with just anyone?Even if, in some insane way, I did sleep with Caelum five years ago, that doesn’t mean I do this often.“Are you on vacation, Mommy?” Thorne asks in a sweet, animated voice. His light brown eyes sparkle at the thought of having m

The bright neon lights flicker with an almost hypnotic intensity, casting shades of blue, red, and green across the casino's atmosphere, creating a dazzling spectacle that seems to transform the night into a kaleidoscope of vibrant colors. The constant sound of coins dropping into slot machines, interspersed with the gentle shuffle of cards and the carefree laughter of players, fills the air with an electric energy. It’s an environment exuding a dangerous mix of excitement and addiction, where every noise seems to promise the possibility of a sweeping victory or a devastating loss.  The animated voices around me echo like an entrancing song, blending with the sound of dice rolling and chips sliding across tables, all of which fuels my determination. I'm here to keep playing, to exhaust every last cent of the stack of money Aria gave me to buy groceries at the market. But unlike a regular night of mundane chores, I see this situation as an opportunity to turn the ordinary into the ext

The interrogation room is an oppressive space, a box of pale, impersonal walls, lit by a white light that seems to strip any trace of color or life from the environment. The air is thick with tension, and the metallic scent of fresh paint and old sweat permeates the room, heightening the discomfort. The metal table between me and the detective is cold and expressionless, reflecting the rigidity of the place.  The chair I’m sitting on is incredibly hard, and the uncomfortable pain that begins to spread across my backside only worsens as the hours pass. Every dragging minute feels like an eternity, and my body cries out for comfort, something that feels so far away right now. My stomach growls in audible protest, a painful reminder that the last thing I ate was at lunch, and it’s well past midnight. The only relief granted to me has been a glass of water, which I’ve drained completely, hoping to calm my thirst and anxiety.  The detective in front of me, a man with a chiseled face and

“I need to go back to work,” I comment to my mate while I wash the dishes. The warm water flows through my fingers, carrying away the remnants of breakfast, but it can't wash away the tension that clings to my mind.I feel my mate's presence before I even turn to look at her. I hear the soft sound of her footsteps across the kitchen until she stops abruptly halfway to the pantry. It's been a few days since I was released from prison, and even now, the feeling of confinement still lingers over me, like a shadow that refuses to leave. Our savings are on the edge, an abyss that widens more each day that passes without me returning to work. I need to go back, I need to face reality.“Aria, that's not a good idea,” Lyra responds, her voice filled with a worry as thick as the air in the small kitchen. She doesn’t need to say anything more for me to feel the weight of her words. I continue washing the dishes, my movements mechanical and methodical, as my eyes fixate on the small garden stret

The surprised look in Aria’s eyes sends shivers of comfort down my spine. That expression in her eyes, that confused yet eager gleam, transports me back to that night five years ago, a memory of her skin against mine, the way her body molded to mine, invading my mind with an overwhelming intensity. I can hear her heart race with the surprise of seeing me, the beat of her heart resounding like a melody to me, pulling me back into the past.What is it about this human that attracts me so much? Her brown eyes stare at me with so many emotions that I question whether it is the memories of five years ago. There is something irresistible in the way she carries herself, as if every movement is designed to capture my attention. Her curves, which I once explored with eagerness, still pull me in a primal and visceral way. Her scent, intoxicating and heady, seems to have the power to awaken my lycan side with an intensity I’ve never experienced before, not even with Seraphina, my mate.“Majesty,