Lahat ng Kabanata ng Chained to My Hybrid Alpha Prince: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

Graduation was only three months away.For Vienna, it wasn't a celebration—it was an escape.An escape from him.Valus.The name itself used to stir butterflies in her stomach. Now it only made her chest ache.She couldn't wait to leave this academy, to return to her quiet hometown of Sabrah where no one knew her shame, where his name would never echo through the corridors.And lately… it seemed like Valus had moved on too.He had stopped waiting at her door. Stopped trying to talk to her.Just… vanished.Then the whispers began. Rumors buzzed like bees in her ears.> Valus and Merrine.They're official now.She's perfect for him..Vienna? She will never be allowed to be with him.And when she heard those words, something inside her broke.It was like a knife had sliced through her chest, clean and merciless.So this is what heartbreak feels like…She didn't cry. Not at first.Instead, she vanished. Two days of silence. Locked in her room, pretending to be sick. Hiding from the world.

The late-night air in the human realm was cool, brushing softly against Lysandra's skin as she stepped past the rusted gate of her apartment. The metal creaked faintly behind her, but it wasn't the sound that made her stop—it was the pulse. A powerful, magnetic aura, impossible to ignore, cloaked the building like a shadow waiting in silence.She closed her eyes for a moment, drew in a breath, and let out a sigh filled with weariness.Caveen.She had sensed him the moment her foot touched the threshold of the apartment complex. His aura was impossible to forget—heavy, complex, intoxicating. Once, it had made her feel safe. Now, it only wrapped her heart in painful chains.She turned the key and slowly opened the door.There he was.Caveen.Sitting on her old gray couch.Casual clothes hugged his tall frame—a simple black sweater and dark jeans—but nothing about him ever looked ordinary. His tousled black hair fell slightly over his piercing eyes, which glimmered red for a split second

The sun was gentle that morning, casting soft rays across the quiet suburb. Lysandra stood outside her new apartment, a straw hat atop her head and a small notebook tucked under her arm. Her plan for the day was simple: find suitable flowers for her little garden. Something bright. Something new. She strolled toward the local plant store, tucked between a shop and an old bakery. The scent of soil, leaves, and blooming petals wrapped around her like a calming charm. She took her time, walking past rows of hibiscus, lilies, and white asters, trying to imagine which colors would match her future peace.And then—Her breath caught.A familiar aura brushed against her skin like a breeze from another time. Protective. Warm. Comforting.Kylan.Her heart skipped as she turned toward the entrance. There he was—taller now, broader, but still with that same boyish smile and ocean-deep eyes. His presence hadn't changed. He always felt like a soft blanket in winter, someone she could always hide

Madeline stood before the tall mirror of the bridal atelier, the morning light dancing across the delicate silver embroidery of her gown.She looked perfect.Hair twisted in soft waves.Neck adorned with sapphires from the royal vault.Lips tinted a deep crimson, the kind that made whispers follow her wherever she walked.She looked like a queen.But her heart… felt like glass about to crack.The door behind her opened with a soft creak. She didn't turn."Did you choose your final suit?" she asked calmly.Caveen stepped inside the fitting room, dressed in his usual black-on-black. Regal. Imposing. Cold."Not yet," he replied, voice low, unreadable.Madeline turned then, her gaze meeting his in the mirror. "It's only three months away.""I know."A silence stretched between them, thick and taut.Caveen's gaze drifted—not to her face, but to her shoulder, her collarbone, the place where he would soon place the wedding crest.But his eyes were far away. Too far.Madeline's lips tightened

The wedding invitation sat on the kitchen counter like a cursed object—white and gold, elegant in every detail, as if mocking her with its perfection.Lysandra stared at it.Unblinking.Unmoving.The gold lettering spelled out names she couldn't bear to see side by side.Caveen Aldrich LandonMadeline Elise VilmireHer fingers trembled as she reached for it, but she stopped midway, as though the paper might burn her skin. She let her hand fall back to her lap and exhaled slowly, but it didn't steady her.She had told Madeline it didn't matter. Told her that she belonged to Caveen's past and he to hers. That what they shared now was not love—but pure, unfiltered hate.So why did it feel like her heart was cracking into pieces?She stood up abruptly and walked to her mini garden—her haven, her escape. The air was fresh, the earth damp under her fingertips as she tried to lose herself in watering the herbs.But her mind kept drifting back.To his kiss.To the night he stole her breath, h