Semua Bab One Night with the Hybrid King: Bab 81 - Bab 90

The memory of that kiss with Aria haunts me like an unrelenting shadow, clinging to my mind, invading every thought, every second of my days. I try to wash away the taste of her from my lips and my memory with alcohol, pouring drink after drink, hoping the intoxication might drown the storm of emotions she left in her wake. But nothing works. The burn of the liquor only fuels my anger, my frustration, making the sting of her rejection cut even deeper. Aria's refusal doesn’t just wound my pride and vanity—it slices through my chest like a cold blade, embedding itself in a heart I once believed was immune to such foolish sentiments.How dare she? How dare Aria refuse me, lecture me, deny what I offer? She, a human, dares to look me in the eye and say “no.” I am the king, the damn king, and I can have whoever I want, whenever I want—a lycan, an enchantress, or a human—they always fall at my feet. The power I wield makes people bow, yet Aria resists, defying everything I know, everything

The transformation spell feels like a second skin, molding effortlessly to my touch—familiar, serpentine. I stare at myself in the mirror, watching as my face fades, replaced by the dull, soft contours of that insipid girl, Aria. My flawless skin and sharp gaze dissolve, giving way to her timid expression and forgettable features. A disgusted sigh escapes me, revulsion almost tangible as my beauty is obliterated by the plain, pathetic face of the dutiful and forgettable mother.But every detail is crucial for the plan. The transformation is merely a facade, the artifice paving the way for what must be done. Soon, while my mercenaries deal with fragile Aria and the foolish Alexander, I will have a far more critical task: capturing those bastards. The little ones are vital to the salvation ritual for Syltirion. Time is against me; I cannot afford to bear Caelum’s heir myself, nor would I endure such a burden now. These two will serve the purpose well.The journey to her house is swift,

“It’s best if you already have a verdict for the annulment of my marriage. Because I swear to the gods, if you don’t… I’ll slaughter every single one of you and find better lycans,” I threaten, irritation lacing my voice.Every member of the royal council stares at me in fear, and I find it invigorating. I’m done being patient, done being the benevolent king. It’s brought me nothing but headaches and betrayal.“We’re working on it, Your Majesty. We’ve contacted the Kingdom of Syltirion, but we haven’t received a response yet. We need to handle this carefully to avoid sparking a war between the two realms,” Finn replies, his voice trembling.“To hell with a war between us! There’s already a civil war brewing within my own kingdom! If you don’t annul my marriage to Seraphina by the end of this month, I’ll personally kick her out and find another mate to take her place. Do you understand?” I roar, my voice shaking the windows of the chamber.Before anyone can respond, Asher strides in th

Damn it, damn it, damn it! With every beat of my wings, I feel the weight of the frustration building in my chest. The cold morning wind cuts through my bird form, but not even that can erase the heat of the rage burning inside me. My eyes, sharpened in the transformation, clearly see the moment when Caelum approaches the children. My heart, even hardened by years of calculation and strategy, leaps involuntarily. He found them.I thought I’d be faster. I thought my intelligence, my magic, my ability to manipulate the pieces of this infernal game would put me ahead. But no. Those two brats were quick, they slipped through my grasp and, somehow, went straight to him. As if fate itself was determined to spit in my face. I turn abruptly in the air, flapping my wings forcefully as I pull away from the scene.My only thought is to get to the castle. Every gust of wind feels like a slap, a cruel reminder that my plan, carefully crafted over months, is crumbling right before my eyes. When I f

“This completely changes the situation, Your Majesty,” Finn declares, surprise evident in his voice. There’s also concern, something he tries to mask but fails to hide in every word.“I know. That’s why I need you to expedite the annulment of my marriage. I need to marry Aria as soon as possible. My children’s safety depends on it,” I state impatiently, making it clear that my tolerance is running thin.My voice reverberates off the walls, echoing like thunder. The counselors’ eyes follow me as I pace back and forth, unable to contain the restless energy coursing through me. The anger I feel toward Aria still burns, even though part of me wishes it didn’t. The fury grows with every passing second, like a wildfire consuming everything in its path. My fists clench, and every muscle in my body tightens. The image of Aria, with that defiant look in her eyes, invades my thoughts. How can she be so stubborn? How dare she challenge me to the point of forbidding me from bringing my children t