All Chapters of Chained to My Hybrid Alpha Prince: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The soft rustle of leaves filled the courtyard as dusk settled over Ravenshade Manor. The last golden rays of sunlight kissed the ancient stone paths, while a small figure ran barefoot through the garden, her laughter echoing like bells carried by the evening wind.“Elara!”A familiar voice called from the manor gates.The little girl stopped mid-step, her eyes lighting up."Papa!”She ran toward him with open arms.Kylan caught her effortlessly, lifting her into the air and spinning her around until her laughter filled the courtyard. His deep chuckle followed.“There’s my little star,” he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss against her temple.Elara wrapped her tiny arms around his neck.“I missed you!”“I missed you more.”He lowered her carefully to the ground, but she immediately reached for his hand.From the upper veranda, Alaric watched them in silence.Lysandra stood beside him, her arms folded loosely across her chest. Her expression remained calm, but there was something distan

The sun had barely broken through the clouds in days.Ravenshade was cloaked in a heavy stillness, broken only by the occasional sob of a child and the quiet grief of a mother. Kylan's death had shaken the estate to its very foundation.Lysandra stood by the eastern window, Elara clutched against her hip. The little girl had her arms wrapped tightly around her mother's neck. Her sobs had faded into soft, hiccuping breaths, but her wide eyes remained wet with sorrow.Beyond the window, the freshly turned earth of Kylan's grave was still raw.It looked almost as though the land itself had not yet accepted his death."He always said we were his world," Lysandra whispered, gently brushing Elara's curls. Her voice trembled. "And we let him die."Alaric stood near the door, his jaw tight, his storm-dark eyes filled with grief."He died protecting you both," he said quietly. "And he did it without hesitation.""That's what makes it hurt more." Lysandra lowered her gaze. "He wasn't even her f

Elsewhere, in the Heart of the Vile Tower…Caveen stood before a tall canvas, staring at the unfinished painting.His hands were stained with paint. His black shirt hung loosely against his frame, several buttons undone. Around him, torn sketches covered the floor, while broken brushes lay abandoned beside jars of dried paint.But none of it mattered.His attention remained fixed on the woman on the canvas.Silver hair.Pale skin.Her eyes were closed, her expression peaceful yet strangely sorrowful—as if she were trapped inside a memory he could never fully reach.He had not touched the painting in weeks.He didn't even remember why he had started it.Yet today…Something felt different.Caveen slowly raised his hand, his fingers hovering just inches from the painted face.A strange ache tightened inside his chest.Why?Why today?Why did he suddenly feel as though something was pulling at him from somewhere far beyond the walls of the Vile Tower?Something lost.Something hidden.So

The Landon Estate gates opened with a soft mechanical hum as a sleek black car rolled onto the gravel drive, its engine purring beneath the cheerful songs of birds.Caveen leaned back in the driver's seat and loosened his tie.The past few weeks had been a blur of board meetings, legal negotiations, and territorial disputes in the human realm. His name was quickly becoming synonymous with power and influence in the business world.Yet no matter how many deals he closed or territories he claimed, nothing compared to the quiet comfort of the Landon Estate.It was the one place that still felt untouched by time.Untouched by corruption.He switched off the engine and stepped out, adjusting the cuffs of his shirt.The familiar scent of roses greeted him immediately.Maika's favorite.Caveen smiled faintly as he opened the trunk to retrieve his duffel bag.Then he noticed movement near the orchard.He stopped.A little girl with wild silver curls was dancing barefoot across the dew-covered

The courtyard was silent, the white stones glowing faintly beneath the last traces of twilight. Above the ancient walls, the full moon slowly climbed into the sky—silver and watchful, as if fate itself had come to witness what was about to unfold.Lysandra stood beneath the massive moonwillow tree, its pale branches swaying gently in the evening breeze. Her long braid rested against her back, and her expression was carefully composed.Then she heard footsteps.She turned.Caveen was walking toward her.For a brief moment, hope flickered in her eyes."Caveen."Her voice was soft, almost hopeful.He stopped several feet away.There was no warmth in his expression."You lied to me."Her smile slowly disappeared."I did what I had to do.""You stole my daughter."Lysandra's eyes hardened. "Elara is not a possession.""Don't twist my words."Caveen stepped closer, his jaw clenched."You kept her from me. For years. You let me walk through this world believing I had nothing—no family, no le