All Chapters of Chained to My Hybrid Alpha Prince: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The morning sun rose with cruel brightness.Lysandra sat on the edge of her bed, staring blankly at her phone screen.Wedding Day: Caveen Landon and Madeline Vilmire.The headline made her breath hitch. Even if she didn't want to see it, even if she had sworn she wouldn't care—the world had a way of shoving the truth down her throat.She turned off her phone.No more notifications. No more names. No more past.With slow, mechanical movements, she stood up and pulled the suitcase from the top of her closet. She had packed it days ago, just in case her heart couldn't take it.And it couldn't.Last night, she gave him everything.Again.Knowing it was the last.She traced her lips with her fingers, remembering the way he kissed her… like he still belonged to her, like nothing had changed.But everything had.He still left.She was foolish to hope.So Lysandra did the only thing she had control over—she chose to disappear.---By mid-afternoon, Lysandra was at the airport, dark sunglasses

The air inside the study turned still.The golden light spilling through the tall windows softened the edges of the room, but it did nothing to ease the tension hanging heavily between them.Lysandra—Selene—stood at the center of it all.Her hands trembled at her sides.For the first time, the woman who had always carried herself with confidence and pride looked small.Her gaze moved from Alaric to Seraphine, then to Carlos.Finally, she lowered her eyes."There’s... something I need to tell you."Her voice was barely above a whisper.Alaric slowly looked up from his seat, his arm still resting protectively behind Seraphine.Carlos immediately sensed the disturbance in his sister's aura.Alaric narrowed his eyes."What is it, Selene?"Lysandra swallowed hard."Back then..."Her voice trembled."Before everything fell apart. Before the fall of Ravenshade..."She turned toward Seraphine.Her eyes were already filled with tears."I thought I was doing the right thing."Seraphine's brows

The moonlight poured gently into the stone chamber of Ravenshade Manor, washing the room in silver. Lysandra stood by the mirror, her reflection still unfamiliar—no longer just the woman she once was, but something far older and stronger. Selene, the first daughter of Vellaria, had returned.Her palm rested lightly over her abdomen. The heartbeat within was faint but steady, thudding with a rhythm that was entirely new—yet deeply ancient. A miracle, born from a love she could no longer claim, tied to a man she could no longer name.> "No one must ever know."The words echoed in her mind.No one—especially not the child's father.If the Council discovered who sired the child, they would come for it. And if the Landon Tree, the sacred bloodline beacon, sensed the connection… the child's life would be in danger before it even began.Lysandra stepped toward her altar—humble and concealed beneath a veil. She drew the old runes into the air with her fingers, whispering forgotten incantation

The next day.The air inside the Ravenshade drawing room was heavy. Shadows from the high windows stretched long across the stone floor as the sun dipped behind the hills. Lysandra stood before her brothers, her hands calmly clasped in front of her—though inside, her heart thudded like a warning drum.Carlos sat with arms crossed, jaw tense, as Alaric leaned near the fireplace, expression unreadable.> "I'm leaving," Lysandra said quietly. "I need to—for the safety of the child… and myself."Carlos's brows knit together. "You can't just vanish, Lysandra. What about the Council? What if something happens to you out there?"She met his eyes with quiet resolve. "I'm not going alone."Kylan stepped forward from behind her, placing a steadying hand on her shoulder. "She'll be with me."Alaric's gaze flicked to the gesture, his tone sharp. "So it's true then? The child is yours?"A beat of silence.Lysandra nodded once. "Yes. Kylan is the father."Carlos looked between them, struggling to p

The sound of heels echoed in the empty corridor.Caveen looked up as the doors to his private study creaked open. Madelline stood there, poised and quiet, a folded parchment in her hands.She looked… different.Not angry. Not desperate.Just tired."I brought the papers," she said simply, stepping inside and laying them on his desk.Caveen rose slowly from his chair, eyes drifting to the document without touching it. "You didn't have to deliver them yourself.""I did." Her voice was calm. "I wanted to see your face when you finally let go."Silence stretched between them. The room felt too quiet, the walls too close.Caveen cleared his throat, walking over. "I never meant to hurt you, Madelline."She let out a bitter laugh, more weary than sharp. "You never meant to love me either. That's the part that hurt."He looked away."You married me," she continued, voice steady, "but you never came home. You slept in your study. You lived in Vile Tower more than you ever lived with me. What w