Lahat ng Kabanata ng Chained to My Hybrid Alpha Prince: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Lysandra awoke slowly, her body heavy with exhaustion, yet her mind strangely clear. Soft morning light slipped through the curtains, bathing the room in a warm golden glow. For a moment, she didn't remember where she was or who was beside her. Then she turned her head. Caveen. He sat at the edge of the bed, leaning forward with his elbows resting on his knees. His dark hair was tousled, as though he hadn't slept properly all night, and the familiar crease between his brows remained even in the quiet of the morning. Lysandra watched him silently. For one fleeting moment, she allowed herself to imagine that things were different. That he had stayed because he wanted to be there. That perhaps, beneath all his anger and distance, there was something between them that he couldn't deny. Her heart ached at the thought. She slowly shifted beneath the blankets, careful not to disturb him. Her body protested with every movement, but she ignored the discomfort. She only wanted to

After relentless persuasion from Carl and Maika, a room was finally prepared for Caveen and Lysandra—adjoining the healing chamber where she had spent the past several days recovering.Despite the vastness of the Landon estate, the choice had been deliberate.Protection.The child had to remain safe.Caveen entered first, tossing his bag onto the chaise with careless indifference. The chamber was elegant without being excessive. Silver and emerald drapes framed the tall windows, while a carved four-poster bed stood at the center like a silent sentinel. The stone fireplace still held the fading warmth of the evening fire.He surveyed the room with cool detachment.Lysandra sat curled near the hearth, wrapped in thick blankets, both hands cradling a cup of tea. The color had returned to her face. The rigid tension that had once held her body was gone, replaced by a quiet exhaustion.She looked… better."Thank you," she murmured, her voice nearly lost beneath the soft crackle of the fire

The brush moved in slow, deliberate strokes through Lysandra’s long, white-blonde hair. Each pass was meant to tame the strands, to impose some semblance of order upon them.But nothing could quiet the storm inside her.On the vanity beside her lay the scroll—a thick sheet of parchment sealed in crimson wax and stamped with the Landon crest.A symbol of unity.Of strategy.Of sacrifice.Lysandra stared at her reflection. Her pale face was half-swallowed by the shadows of the room, her eyes carrying a weariness far beyond her years.“Now the whole world is watching,” she whispered.A soft knock sounded at the door.Maika stood in the doorway, elegant and composed, her presence quiet but commanding.“They’re going to start asking questions,” Lysandra said, never looking away from the mirror.“Let them,” Maika replied as she entered. Her voice was calm, almost reassuring. “We already have our answers.”Lysandra’s fingers tightened around the brush.“And if they suspect? If they discover

Caveen and Alaric stood side by side on the terrace, crystal goblets of blood-red wine resting in their hands. Below them, the gardens glimmered beneath the fading dusk, while the distant music from the grand hall drifted through the cool evening air.Caveen wasn't smiling.His attention remained fixed on the sprawling estate below, his expression unreadable.Then headlights pierced the darkness.A sleek black carriage rolled to a stop beyond the garden gates. Its polished surface reflected the moonlight before the door opened.A tall man stepped out.He wore a dark indigo cloak embroidered with intricate arcane sigils, each thread faintly humming with restrained magic. Raven-black hair fell effortlessly across his forehead, tousled by the wind. His features were sharp and aristocratic, but it was his eyes that commanded attention—deep glacial gray, shimmering with the faintest traces of violet beneath the moonlight.Kylan Daikun had arrived.Alaric took a slow sip of his wine.Caveen

Maika stood before the fireplace, her hands clasped tightly before her.Across the room, Caveen and Lysandra sat in silence.Carl remained near the window, his expression unusually grave.Maika looked at them one by one.“There is something about the Carello bloodline that you were never told.”Lysandra's fingers tightened around the edge of her chair.“The Carello family?” Caveen asked.Maika nodded.“Long before the Carellos became known as one of the most powerful witch houses, they were something else and how they were connected to the Moonwell house ”She paused."I tell you the whole truth of the dark magic of Carello and Lucifer and the Moonwell house."FlashbackIn an age before wars, before kingdoms rose and fell, there stood a manor nestled in the cradle of the Whispering Hills. It was known simply as Carello Keep—a sanctuary of power, hidden from mortal eyes.There, Lady Agnes of the golden veil and Lord Gustav, a noble of unmatched charm and intellect, stood hand in hand,