Lahat ng Kabanata ng Chained to My Hybrid Alpha Prince: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

The buzzing lights of Arvanis General Hospital faded behind Caveen as he stepped into the cool night air.After twelve exhausting hours in the operating room, all he wanted was one thing...Silence.No alarms. No nurses calling his name. No emergency surgeries. No patients waiting for answers. No expectations.Just one quiet night where he could forget he was a doctor. His tall, lean frame moved through the crowded streets, his storm-gray eyes scanning the road ahead without really seeing it.He was tired.Not the kind of tired that sleep could easily fix.He simply needed to breathe.His gaze eventually settled on a small bar tucked between two old buildings. Warm golden light spilled through its windows, accompanied by the soft sound of jazz.It looked quiet.Perfect.Without another thought, Caveen pushed open the door.The scent of aged whiskey and polished wood greeted him. Unlike the hospital, the place was calm. Nobody knew him here. Nobody needed anything from him.He chose a

Lysandra’s POV The fire had burned low, but Lysandra remained awake.She sat alone in the silence of her chamber, one hand resting over her lower abdomen.It had only been days.Days since conception.Yet she could already feel something inside her.Not movement.Not a heartbeat.Something else.An aura.Lysandra closed her eyes and slowly drew in a breath.Pregnancy magic was an ancient art among witches. A mother's magic could sometimes sense the presence of a child long before ordinary signs appeared. But even then, the child's own aura usually remained dormant until much later in the pregnancy.Weeks.Sometimes months.Never days.Lysandra had studied enough ancient texts to know that.Which meant what she was sensing should have been impossible.She rose from her chair and walked toward the center of the room."Let's see what you are," she whispered.She placed both hands over her abdomen and began forming a detection spell.Silver runes appeared beneath her feet.The candles ar

The helicopter's blades sliced through the night one final time before fading into the distance, leaving the Landon estate wrapped in an eerie silence. Caveen stepped onto the moss-covered grounds of the ancient Landon estate in Santossa. A chill ran down his spine. The place felt alive. Ancient enchantments clung to every stone, whispering through the shadows. Ivy twisted around towering archways, while solemn gargoyles watched from the rooftops, their stone faces frozen in eternal screams. Along the cobbled path, enchanted torches awakened one after another, their golden flames illuminating the way. A guard silently gestured for Caveen to follow. They crossed the moonlit gardens until the estate's most sacred landmark came into view. The Elandra Tree. The enormous tree stood at the heart of the Landon grounds, its ancient branches stretching toward the night sky. Glowing runes covered its bark, each one carrying the name of a Landon heir. The tree never lied. It recorded

Moonwell Estate — The Matriarch's ChamberThe grand hall had barely fallen silent after Maika's departure when Lady Moonwell turned toward Lysandra.Her expression was no longer that of a concerned matriarch.It was the face of a woman who had just realized how close her family had come to disaster.“Come with me.”Lysandra lowered her gaze and followed.The heavy doors of the Matriarch's chamber closed behind them. The moment they did, Lady Moonwell turned sharply.“Do you understand what you have done?”Lysandra flinched.“I know I used forbidden magic—”“No.”Lady Moonwell's voice cut through hers.“You don't know. Not yet.”She stepped closer, her eyes filled with anger and fear.“Of all the men in the human realm, of all the strangers you could have chosen to enchant, why did you choose him?”Lysandra swallowed.“I didn't know who he was.”“That is precisely the problem.”Lady Moonwell paced slowly across the chamber.“You chose Caveen Vellaria-Landon—the hybrid prince. The heir

They entered a softly lit room at the end of the east wing—Lysandra’s new quarters.It was beautiful and strangely comforting, decorated in warm hues with soft bedding and enchanted drapes that filtered the moonlight even during the day. Lysandra’s breath caught.Maika noticed her gaze. “You’ll need all the strength you can gather for what lies ahead.”“Strength?” Lysandra echoed,Before Maika could answer, she gestured toward the door. A servant entered carrying a silver tray. Resting upon it was a syringe filled with deep crimson liquid.Lysandra immediately paled.“This,” Maika said calmly, “is vampire blood. It has been specially filtered and bonded to your aura. You’ll need a daily injection.”Lysandra stared at the syringe.“Your child is not entirely witch,” Maika continued. “He inherited Caveen’s vampiric nature. As he develops, he will hunger for blood not only yours. His growth will place considerable strain on your body, and the blood will help sustain both of you.”Lysand