Lahat ng Kabanata ng Chained to My Hybrid Alpha Prince: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

The moonlight poured through the arched windows, painting silver lines across the cold stone floor.Caveen stood by the window, trying to calm the fire in his chest. He had just seen Kylan leave her room, all smiles and warm glances. It shouldn't have meant anything.But it did.He clenched his fists.He hated this—this weakness. This rage. This possessiveness he had no right to feel.She wasn't his.Not officially.Not in the way that made the world recognize them.And yet—He stormed down the hall, pushed open the door to her chamber without knocking.Lysandra looked up in surprise from her seat near the hearth, her long hair loose, the soft white fabric of her nightgown glowing in the firelight."Caveen?" she asked, standing up slowly.He didn't say a word.He crossed the room in three steps.And then—He kissed her.Not gently.Not with hesitation.It was fierce, desperate, like he was trying to burn out the feelings that had taken root inside him.Lysandra gasped into his mouth,

Soft morning light filtered through the sheer curtains, casting golden streaks across the tangled sheets. The scent of warmth, skin, and shared desire still lingered in the air.Lysandra slowly stirred, blinking away sleep as she felt the soft rise and fall of Caveen's chest beside her. His arm was draped around her waist, his bare skin pressed against hers in a way that made her cheeks heat up.Careful not to wake him, she slipped from beneath his arm and sat quietly on the edge of the bed. Her nightgown lay discarded on the floor. She leaned forward to reach for it, her movements quiet, graceful.But before her fingers could grasp the fabric, a hand gently seized her wrist.Lysandra gasped, her heart skipping."Where do you think you're going?" came a voice—husky, still coated in sleep but laced with something darker… hungrier.She turned her head slightly and met Caveen's half-lidded gaze. His hair was tousled, lips slightly parted, his face framed by soft morning shadows that made

Night fell silently over the Landon Estate, cloaking its vast halls in shadows and stillness. The moon cast a pale glow through the arched windows of Caveen's chamber, where the prince sat reclined, lost in thought, wine untouched in his goblet.The door creaked open.He didn't need to turn around to know who it was."Your Highness," came the soft, sultry voice of Celestine. She stepped in quietly, the hem of her lavender gown brushing the floor, an intricately carved aromatic diffuser in hand."I brought you something," she said sweetly, her voice laced with unspoken intentions. "A special scent. It's calming... good for easing the mind."Caveen raised a brow, unimpressed but unbothered."Leave it. Then leave."Celestine smiled and instead placed the diffuser on the side table, its faint glow filling the room. The scent that followed was subtle—sweet at first, almost nostalgic—but behind it danced something... foreign. Something wrong.He didn't move. But his senses sharpened.Celest

The moment the door shut behind Caveen, something shattered inside Lysandra.She didn't scream.She didn't move.She just stared at the spot where he had stood—where his words had scorched her soul and left it barren.The blood on the floor had dried.But hers hadn't stopped bleeding.Her hand trembled as she reached for her abdomen. Empty. Cold. Hollow.The tiny fluttering heartbeat she once felt inside her… was gone.And with it, every dream she had built.Their child.Their future.Her love.All gone—because of her choice.A choice she made with her heart twisted in grief and desperation, thinking love would be enough to bring him back and hold them together.But love wasn't enough.It never was.A strangled sob broke past her lips. Then another. Then another—until her whole body convulsed, until tears soaked her gown, until she couldn't breathe from crying too hard.> "I'm sorry… I'm so sorry…"She clutched the pillow from the bed—the one that still held Caveen's scent—and curled

The clinic bustled with the usual rhythm of soft-spoken patients, rustling papers, and Lysandra's gentle voice offering reassurance. Her hands, once trained to wield ancient spells, now moved expertly over medical tools and notes. Healing had taken on a new form in her life—one grounded in science, compassion, and peace.She found fulfillment here, surrounded by people who didn't know her past, who saw her only as Dr. Lysandra Moon, kind and capable.In the evenings, she would meet up with friends—often Elias, who had quickly become the most consistent part of her new life. They'd go for drinks, laugh over silly jokes, or simply sit in silence watching the night unfold from a rooftop café.Elias never asked for more than she was ready to give. That, in itself, was a gift.---The InvitationIt was during one such evening—after a long day at the clinic—that Elias leaned over his coffee and smiled at her.> "Lys," he began, tone casual but eyes a little more earnest than usual, "my sist