Lahat ng Kabanata ng Chained to My Hybrid Alpha Prince: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Thunder rumbled over the distant hills. The once-proud skies above the Carello estate had turned a permanent shade of bruised violet. Winds no longer sang—they growled. And the birds that used to nest atop the marble archways had long since abandoned the land.The ground knew she was coming before any living soul did.The soil darkened with every step she took. Flowers wilted at her passing, not in dread—but in reverence.At the edge of the old stone road stood the Carello gates. Massive iron towers that once shone with the family crest of light and wisdom.They burst open without a touch.Corrine walked in.She wore black, as deep and gleaming as a moonless sea. Her once-golden hair now flowed like liquid obsidian, her eyes rimmed with crimson. Veins of magic glowed faintly beneath her skin—a constellation of corruption and awakening power.Servants who saw her fell to their knees—not in welcome, but in paralyzed awe. Some wept. Others fled.Those who remained watched her ascend the

Present Day They remained silent after Maika's final words.The weight of Corrine's history seemed to linger in the air, as though the shadows themselves had been awakened by her story.Lysandra slowly lifted her gaze."So the Carellos didn't simply inherit dark magic," she said quietly. "They inherited the pain that created it."Maika nodded."Exactly. Their darkness was born from betrayal, but it was strengthened by love. That is what makes the bloodline so dangerous."Caveen's jaw tightened."And their children?" he asked. "You said they became weapons.""They did," Maika replied. "But they weren't weapons without purpose. Corrine and Lucifer raised them to carry their legacy—to finish what their mother had begun."Carl leaned forward, his expression hardening."Then the eight children weren't attacking randomly.""No," Maika said. "Every move had meaning."Lysandra frowned."What did they want?"Maika's eyes darkened."To infiltrate the Elite realms. The vampire courts. The lycan

The Council of Elites gathered beneath the sacred dome of the High Citadel. Shadows danced across the marble floor, cast by the flickering flames of truthfire that never died. The elders stood in grim silence, each face marked with ancient magic and cold determination. They called themselves Council.Hovering in the air above them were nine black arrows—not ten.Each one forged to kill a devil's blood."The devil Lucifer has seven children," Elder Vaelor said, voice like iron. "All bred in secret with the black witch Corrine. They are powerful. Corrupted. A threat to every realm of the Elites.""No longer children," added Elder Taryn. "Aslan is already a commander of storms. The twins Cassius and Cassandra are ghosts in the night. The girl Lynna tricks the mind. Marius and Merika bend shadows. And Sandro—he bends the will of beasts.""Their spread must be stopped," said Queen Vantessa. "Before the bloodline expands. Before another Carello line emerges.""Then we agree," Vaelor said. "

Days passed.Lady Jane and Lady Celestine arrived as the council instructed. They wore their wicked smiles and mocked Lysandra to leave immediately. The next day.The dawn was quiet but tense. Mist curled around the stone pillars of the Landon estate, clinging to the sharp edges of consequence that hung in the air.A carriage stood ready in the courtyard, its black-and-silver crest of Moonwell glinting faintly in the early light. Two elite guards waited by the horses, stiff and alert.Lysandra descended the main steps in silence, her long silver cloak fluttering behind her. Her hair, loose and wind-tousled, shimmered like starlight—a symbol of her Moonwell birthright.Caveen stood near the carriage, already prepared to escort her. He wore a dark coat with silver clasps, his sword strapped at his side not just for honor, but protection. His presence was a statement: She does not leave as a disgraced bride. She leaves as Moonwell's heir. And mine.From the entrance hall, Lady Jane watc

The moon hung high, casting silver light over Lysandra's bed as she lay pale and trembling.Her breathing came in shallow waves.Her skin, once vibrant with the soft glow of Moonwell blood, now looked fragile, like frost-kissed petals wilting in shadow.Lady Moonwell sat beside her, pressing a damp cloth to her forehead."Her aura is flickering," whispered the elder healer. "The child inside pulls strength from her… but something else weakens her spirit."Lady Moonwell nodded solemnly, brushing strands of Lysandra's golden hair from her face.> "It's him," she murmured. "She's bonded too deeply. The farther he is, the weaker she becomes."A dangerous truth—one born of magic and blood.The bond between Lysandra and Caveen wasn't just about the child.It was ancient. Cosmic.A tether of soul to soul.And now it was fraying.---Landon Estate – Caveen's Study, Caveen read the letter once.Then again.Then again.His fingers trembled only slightly as he gripped the parchment from Lady Mo