Lahat ng Kabanata ng Chained to My Hybrid Alpha Prince: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

The engagement party carried on, but for Lysandra, the world had tilted off its axis.She excused herself politely from Elias's side, needing air—needing space from the weight pressing on her chest. Her fingers trembled slightly as she placed the glass on a tray, her breath caught in her throat.> It was him.That unmistakable aura.She hadn't felt it in years.Caveen.His name alone was enough to unravel the careful composure she'd spent years building.Elias, noticing her retreating steps, started to follow—but something in her eyes stopped him. He knew her well enough now to recognize the signs: this was not a moment she wanted interrupted.She slipped onto the terrace behind the banquet hall, moonlight washing over her skin like silver. Her eyes burned, but she didn't cry. Not here.> He is the Groom to be?Back inside, Caveen stood motionless for a moment, jaw tight. He had watched her slip out of the room like a ghost.He didn't follow.But his eyes never left the terrace doors.

Morning light crept through the windows, casting harsh gold lines across the penthouse floor. Caveen was slumped in an armchair, the empty whiskey bottle rolling near his feet. His shirt was half unbuttoned, his tie tossed on the floor, and the scent of alcohol still clung to the air.A knock.Firm. Twice.He didn't move.The door opened without waiting for permission.Zev entered, dressed as sharply as ever in a charcoal suit, holding a sealed black folder. His expression was unreadable as he stepped over the chaos of the room."My prince," Zev said, voice clipped. "As ordered. Everything we could gather on Lysandra Moonwell's human life."Caveen opened one eye, rubbed his temple, and slowly stood. The dizziness from last night still tugged at his limbs, but rage had a sobering quality."Put it down," he muttered.Zev placed the folder on the glass coffee table and stepped back.Caveen stared at it for a long beat. Then, with a deep breath, he pulled it open.Inside was a neatly comp

Caveen stood in the shadows of Misty Town, the mist swirling around him like a shroud. His flight from the city had been swift, though his heart felt anything but light. He hadn't realized how much he had missed the solemn silence of the Vellaria castle until he'd set foot within its ancient halls again. It was the only place where he could truly be himself, without the weight of expectations or the prying eyes of the world. Yet, despite the comfort of the stone walls and the familiar, eerie glow of the distant moon, Caveen couldn't escape the overwhelming storm brewing in his heart.Valus had welcomed him warmly. But it wasn't warmth he needed right now—it was escape. Escape from the memories, the guilt, the ache of an old wound that refused to heal."Sit, my grandson," Valus beckoned, his deep voice reverberating through the chamber. His crimson eyes bore into Caveen with an unreadable expression, sensing the torment that lingered just beneath the surface. But the elder vampire didn

Franza.The city of prestige. Of peace. Of silent wars beneath perfect smiles.It was here that the sons and daughters of the elite came to study—not just the wealthy, but the powerful. Vampires, Lycans, witches, humans... all under one roof, all under a single, unshakable law: No conflict shall arise in Franza.And into this city of tension disguised as harmony came a young woman whose very existence could shatter that fragile peace.Vienna Carello.Doctor. Sorceress. Heir of the ancient Carello bloodline—one of the most feared and respected names in the magical world.But she wasn't here to make waves.She came to study.---Vienna stepped out of the cab and into her new life with one suitcase and a heavy heart. The University of Franza stood tall in the distance, but for now, she focused on finding an apartment. It didn't take long—she chose a sleek, fully furnished studio just fifteen minutes from campus.After unpacking her books and potions, she set off to explore her new neighb

"Vienna."His voice. Low, smooth, laced with the tension of unspoken things.She stopped walking. Slowly, she turned to face him.Valus stood with one hand in his pocket, the other clenching at his side. His usual composed demeanor was gone. In its place was raw emotion—restraint barely hanging by a thread."Valus…""You've been avoiding me," he said, taking a step closer. "Is that what we're doing now? Pretending nothing happened?"Vienna's lips parted, but words betrayed her. Her heart thudded violently, like it wanted to leap out and reach for him. But she held her ground."I wasn't avoiding you," she whispered, eyes dropping to the floor. "I just… needed time.""Time?" Valus's voice dropped. "Time to forget? Time to make sense of why you gave yourself to someone like me?"Vienna's gaze snapped up, hurt flashing across her face. "Don't twist it. I didn't regret it. I just… didn't expect it to mean so much."A breath caught in Valus's throat."Then why run from me?" he asked, voice