All Chapters of Lycan King's Hybrid Captive: Chapter 31 - Chapter 35

Magnus’s POVThe first chance I get, I will have his head. Then, I'll feed it to the birds of the sky. The manipulative bastard. He had turned to address everyone at once."You've all seen it with your own eyes," he said, gesturing toward Celest. "The only person your Alpha found worthy of his love is nothing more than a hybrid—one of us." His lips curled in. "And yet, you follow this Lycan king blindly?"Murmurs spread through the crowd. Some Alphas cast glances at one another. A few even lowered their heads in thought.Drace was winning with his words. He had struck a nerve. But to what end?"You fear change," he continued, pacing slowly in front of them. "But let me tell you something—our time has come. The age of Lycans and pureblooded werewolves ruling over us is over. We are stronger, smarter. If you side with me now, I will ensure your survival in the new world order."He turned, his eyes sweeping over the room. "But if you stand with Magnus, you are signing your own death war

Magnus’s POVI needed no map to guide me through the jungle, my instinct had always been enough. No birds. No insects. Just the whisper of rustling leaves. As if the trees themselves were warning me.I pulled on the reins, forcing my horse to a stop. We were not alone.Two glowing eyes emerged first. Then another, and another.A breath caught in my throat as their monstrous forms took shape. So, they were real after all.The night stalkers.Ancient, beast-like creatures that haunted the jungle, feared by both werewolves and Lycans alike. Their massive, mutated wolf-like bodies loomed in the shadows. Elongated limbs twisted unnaturally, jagged spikes jutted from their backs, their yellow eyes gleaming with hunger. Canines dripped with venom, saliva sizzling where it met the ground.One stepped forward, sniffing the air. It knew what I was. And it wanted my blood.The attack came fast.I barely had time to react, launching myself off my horse just as the beast’s claws swiped through the

Celest’s POV The chains were cold, tight around my wrists. My body felt weak—too weak—but my mind was aware, feeling everything. Drace stood before me, "You look surprised," he crossed his arms as he leaned against the wooden table beside him. "Did you really think he would come save you?" I kept my expression blank, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. He chuckled. "I must admit, Magnus is smarter than I gave him credit for. He knew what was at stake. The moment he realized you had been poisoned, he folded like a well-trained pup." Liar. Magnus would never submit to him so easily. Drace must have seen the doubt in my eyes as he walked closer. “Oh, Celest. You should have seen it. He didn’t even hesitate. He agreed to work with me the second I threatened your life.” He tilted his head mockingly. “Maybe you’re that important to him as you thought or maybe he simply realized his own survival was more valuable than yours.” He sighed when I didn't react again. “It’s a sham