Knots of the Hybrid Queen: Claimed by Four Alphas

Chapter 75: Prison Break

Time didn’t work the same inside the Root prison which made sense because we were outside normal reality, and I had no idea if we’d been fighting for hours or days or years when Draven’s consciousness noted something critically important.

"It’s shrinking." His clinical assessment cutting through the chaos of another Root attack. "The Root. It’s getting smaller. We’re not just containing it. We’re destroying it."

Destroying it. That was—wait, that was actually working?

"The hybrid power." Riven’s voice carried realization. "It exists in contradiction to The Root’s nature. The Root feeds on singular supernatural power—wolf or vampire or witch. But hybrid magic is contradictory. Paradoxical. It’s poison to something that exists in absolutes."

Poison. We were poisoning The Root just by being here. By fighting it with hybrid-bonded consciousness.

"How long until it’s gone?" Thorne’s question was practical. Direct.

"Unknown." Draven’s assessment. "Could be centuries. Could be millennia. We’re eroding it slowly. But it is working."

Centuries. Millennia. Fighting in this prison for thousands of years before The Root died completely.

That sounded—that sounded sustainable actually. Horrifying but sustainable.

Except we were missing Kael. He was outside. Alone. Guarding for centuries while we fought inside.

"We have to get back to him." I pushed the thought through all three bonds. "After. When The Root is destroyed. We break out. We return."

"The prison is sealed from outside." Draven’s voice was grim. "The Fae ensured no escape. Even if The Root dies, we’re still trapped."

Still trapped. Right. Because the Fae had planned for us to be imprisoned forever regardless of whether we won.

"Then we break the seal from inside." Thorne’s feral certainty. "After. When The Root is dead and we’re at full power. We shatter the prison and go home."

Go home. To Kael. To the alliance. To reality.

It sounded impossible. It also sounded like exactly the kind of impossible we’d been achieving for months.

The Root attacked again—massive wave of consuming darkness—and we met it with unified hybrid power that burned through its essence like acid.

More shrinking. More erosion. More progress.

"It’s learning our pattern." Draven’s observation after what might have been days or months. "Adapting. The erosion is slowing."

Slowing. Right. Because The Root was primordial and ancient and absolutely capable of adapting to threats.

"Then we adapt too." Riven’s strategic thinking engaging. "Change the pattern. Use different combinations of hybrid power. Keep it off balance."

Keep it off balance. Right. We could do that. We had time. Literally all the time in existence because we were trapped here anyway.

We fought. Adapted. Changed tactics. Pushed harder.

The Root shrunk further. Faster. Its attacks became weaker. More desperate.

It was dying. Actually dying.

"How long?" I asked again because my sense of time was completely gone.

"Estimate: thirty years subjective time." Draven’s assessment. "In external reality, approximately three months have passed."

Three months. Kael had been alone guarding the prison for three months while we’d experienced thirty years inside.

Time dilation. Right. The prison existed outside normal temporal flow.

"He’s okay." Riven’s voice was certain. "I can—it’s faint, but I can sense him through your broken bond. He’s there. Guarding. Waiting."

Waiting for thirty years that felt like three months to him. Waiting for us to finish this. Waiting for—

The Root made one final attack. Massive. Desperate. Throwing everything it had left.

We met it with unified hybrid power and this time we didn’t just defend.

We attacked back. Pushed into The Root’s core. Found the source of its hunger and contradiction-poisoned it until the ancient darkness started to unravel.

The Root screamed—this sound that wasn’t a sound, reality itself crying out—and then it just—

Dissolved. Collapsed. Died.

Actually died. Completely. Gone.

The prison was empty except for us. Four consciousness bonded through hybrid magic. Trapped in a sealed dimension.

"It’s dead." Thorne’s voice carried awed disbelief. "We killed it."

We killed it. Destroyed primordial darkness that had ended civilizations.

And we were still trapped.

"Now we break out." I reached for the hybrid power running through all four of us. "We shatter this prison and go home."

The prison walls were Fae magic—ancient, powerful, absolute. They’d been designed to hold forever.

But they hadn’t been designed to hold hybrid-bonded consciousness powered by four mates who’d died together and fought for subjective decades and absolutely refused to stay imprisoned.

We pushed against the seal. All four of us. Unified. Determined. freewebnøvel.com

The prison cracked.

"Again." Riven’s voice was strained. "Harder."

We pushed harder. The hybrid power flowing through dead consciousness bonded by love stronger than death.

The prison shattered.

Reality rushed back in and suddenly we were—falling. Through dimensions. Through time. Through the gap between existence and void.

We hit reality hard. Materialized in the clearing where the prison had been sealed three months ago.

Bodies reformed around consciousness. Hearts restarted. Breath returned.

We were alive. Actually alive. Back in physical bodies. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

All four of us—Riven, Draven, Thorne, and me—lying in the clearing gasping and bleeding from eyes and nose from the dimensional transition.

And Kael was there. Standing guard exactly where he’d been three months ago. Staring at us like we were ghosts.

"You’re—" His voice broke. "You came back."

"We killed it." The words came out hoarse. "The Root is dead. We broke the prison. We came back."

We came back. To him. To reality. To home.

Except the alliance clearing was—wrong. Changed. Buildings destroyed. Scorch marks everywhere. Bodies.

"What happened?" My voice came out strangled.

"The Fae." Kael’s voice was hollow. "When you shattered the prison, the backlash killed Eirlys and fifty Fae warriors. The rest retreated. But not before—" He gestured to the destruction. "Not before this."

The Fae had destroyed the alliance stronghold in retaliation for us escaping.

We’d won. Killed The Root. Escaped the prison. Survived.

And come back to ruins.

But we were together. All five of us. Alive.

Through the bonds—all four of them, even Kael’s which was somehow intact again—I felt their absolute certainty that we’d rebuild.

We’d survived worse. We’d survive this too.

Together.

Always.