Alle Kapitel von One Night with the Hybrid King: Kapitel 51 – Kapitel 60

“Mom, what do you think of this outfit?” My voice sounds uncertain as I look at myself in the mirror, trying to convince myself that the combination is enough. I’m wearing a simple uniform salvaged from an old job. The dark jeans fit my legs discreetly, the leather belt cinched at my waist adds a touch of firmness, and the white cotton shirt contrasts softly with the navy-blue blazer draped over my shoulders. I turn slowly, analyzing every detail of the attire as I wait for my mom to appear at the door.I hear her footsteps coming quickly down the hall. I turn to face her, and before a single word is spoken, I can already feel the weight of her critical gaze on me. Her right eyebrow arches with precision, a clear signal that a wave of critiques is on its way. It’s always been like this—a whirlwind of observations and corrections.“You need to tie your hair up,” she begins, her voice firm but full of authority. “Make a side braid. It will better frame your face.” I can already picture

Damn. Damn. Damn! Every word Alexander speaks echoes in my mind, and panic creeps down my spine like a slow, insidious poison. This cannot be happening. Of all the cursed coincidences in the world, this is undoubtedly the cruelest, the most impossible, the most unbearable.I see Alexander slightly raise his right eyebrow, his expression shifting into a subtle nuance of surprise. He’s analyzing my hastily blurted-out question—an impulsive, uncontrolled reaction that exposes exactly what I most want to conceal. My anxiety betrays me, slipping through the tone of my voice, incapable of staying hidden.“Yes,” Alexander responds with an almost victorious smile, his gaze fixed on his wine glass. “We met. It was better than I could have hoped.” He speaks with a disarming tranquility. “After our conversation, Caelum, I considered the possibility that Aria had rebuilt her life, perhaps even married. But when I saw the two children… beautiful twins she has,” he pauses, taking a long sip of his w

“Aria, the first guests are already arriving!” A staff member approaches me, her tone hurried, pulling me back to reality. Expectation hangs thick in the air, and I feel urgency seize me once again.I rush back to the kitchen, where I find waiters and waitresses lined up, a picture of discipline and perfection. Each one is impeccably dressed, their uniforms pristine and their gazes focused, ready to serve the royalty and noble guests.The sight flashes me back to my first time in the castle, Malik’s words echoing in my mind like a guide for the moment ahead. Taking the lead, I inhale deeply before fixing my determined gaze on each of them.“Alright, everyone! Here’s the plan: for the next two hours, you’ll circulate through the hall with canapés and drinks. After that, dinner will be served, and we’ll present the dishes with all the skill we’ve got!” My voice carries a note of authority but also encouragement, and I notice everyone listening intently, their posture straight. “Don’t lo

I admit, in silence, the impeccable skill of Aria in organizing my party. The pathetic human fulfilled every instruction I gave with dedication, putting effort into every detail, shaping the hall to my height. At the center of the hall, some guests dance, moving with a fluid grace to the music played by the lycan musicians, whose talent reveals itself with every note. It is a hypnotic melody, almost mystical, reverberating through the hall, echoing off the marble columns. The music grows in intensity, blending with the muffled sound of laughter and conversation from those present. Everyone seems enchanted, hypnotized by the banquet and the festivities, a flawless spectacle carefully designed to honor me.The dinner, served with dishes so elaborately crafted they resemble works of art, features the most refined flavors the kingdom has ever known. Complex tastes dance on the tongue, prepared with rare ingredients by lycan chefs trained to impress even the most discerning palate. With ev

I never considered myself a jealous man. Never, truly. I’ve always prided myself on a serene control over my emotions, a calculated reason that always triumphed over impulses. But now, as I see Alexander approaching Aria, something within me trembles and shatters. My blood boils in thick waves, a latent, fierce anger that I barely recognize. This feeling, like a bitter poison, floods my mind and paralyzes me.Beyond the veiled provocation of my wife, as though she were pouring fuel on a burning flame, she is nothing more than a distant shadow at this moment. My mind is consumed solely by Aria… and Alexander. Our marriage, at this point, is already condemned, and all that remains is to annul our union. But that is not where my focus lies now.The serene expression on his face as he approaches Aria, the casual tone in his voice—all of it ignites within me an irrational desire to interrupt whatever he is attempting to do. Every step I take behind him, with my muscles taut and my gaze fix