Semua Bab A Forbidden Love: The Lycan Prince Hybrid Mate : Bab 41 - Bab 50

SELENA POV I was shocked because the moment I stepped out of the car with Marcus' help, I was met with a grand entrance, far beyond anything I expected. A long red carpet stretched from the door to the hall like some royal movie premiere, cameras flashing from every angle. TV stations, empire broadcasters, reporters and live content creators were all lined up, capturing everything. People were already greeting us as if we were royalty stepping into history.Walking hand in hand with Marcus on that red carpet made the truth hit me hard, the announcement wasn’t a small private thing. It was huge. A significant event for the entire Lycan Empire. Since only the highest ranking Lycans could be physically present, all the lower ranks across the empire were watching live from their screens, witnessing every second.My heart raced. This wasn’t just an announcement. This was a declaration.As we reached inside the hall, I almost stopped again. The hall was breathtaking, massive, luxurious, dr

SELENA POV It happened so fast that for a heartbeat, my entire body froze.One moment the hall was sinking into an uneasy calm after everything Marcus had declared, and the next, the large doors burst open with a thunderous crash that echoed through every corner of the chamber.A wave of fierce, enraged faces stormed in, eyes blazing, jaws tight, bodies coiled with aggression. The way they marched forward with zero hesitation told me everything instantly. These weren’t ordinary citizens. These weren’t concerned subjects.These were rebels.And from the raw hatred radiating off them, I knew they had come with one intention, to use me as an excuse, a tool, a weapon to strike directly at Marcus and the entire royal family.My fingers curled tightly against my sides, Aiyana inside me going alert and ready, her presence sharp like a drawn blade.Marcus moved a step in front of me, voice ice-cold. “Who are you, and what do you want here?”The man at the front, clearly their leader, sneered

Chapter 46SELENA POV I stood up from the balcony slowly, my mind heavy and my chest tight from all the confusing feelings I had been avoiding for a week now. The night breeze brushed my skin, and I exhaled shakily. Enough was enough. I couldn’t keep pretending everything was fine. If Marcus was pulling away, I needed to hear it directly from him, not from whispers, not from my fears, not from Aiyana’s restless growls.I walked into the closet and changed into a fitted, sexy dress. Something soft, elegant, and tempting, something I knew he loved on me. Tonight wasn’t supposed to end in tears or pain. I planned to bring him dinner, talk to him properly, clear the tension between us, and then end the night with a makeup session that would remind both of us who we were to each other. At least that was the plan.I carried the covered dishes and left my room. As I walked through the palace hallway toward his quarters, a strange feeling crept over me, a heavy pressure in the air, like the

SELENA POVGideon sighed, his gaze distant, as if he were recalling centuries of pain and betrayal.“It all starts with your grandmother, the goddess of night, the creator of us witches,” he began slowly. “She had two daughters and wanted to retire, but only one could inherit her position. To decide who would rule, she devised a test. Both daughters were sent into the supernatural world to live among the people they would one day rule. The test was simple in concept but impossible in practice: they would use their wisdom, their power, and their leadership to see who could earn the crown. The winner would become queen; the loser would return to the divine realm.”I swallowed hard, trying to picture my mother and her sister in such a trial. “Both were sent here, but what happened after? Who won, and who lost?”Gideon’s eyes softened, almost mournful. “Though they were sisters, they were very different. Your mother, Seraphine, was kind-hearted, compassionate, and selfless. She cared abou

SELENA POVIt had been one month since I arrived here, and life in the hidden witch empire was slowly becoming familiar. The days were full, intense, and sometimes overwhelming, but I was learning to adjust. Isabella and I shared a routine, a rhythm that balanced training, reflection, and moments of laughter. We both still carried the weight of our pasts, grief, heartbreak, and the wounds left by those we trusted, but in each other, we found motivation, encouragement, and a safe space to heal.Every day we trained relentlessly. I pushed myself to my limits, in both my physical and hybrid forms, honing my reflexes, strength, and instincts. With the help of mentors and Aiyana, I was growing stronger with each passing session. Every movement, every sparring match, every meditation brought me closer to mastery over myself. Aiyana and I had become truly one during our shifts. Our connection was seamless; we could anticipate each other’s movements and communicate without words. And slowly