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• THE LOST WEREWOLF PRINCESS: MATED TO THE RIVALS   CHAPTER 118

  SONG OF THE CHAPTER : DRIVER'S LICENSE BY OLIVIA RODRIGO.RHEA'S POV:~~~The sound hits me before the sight does. The sound of a soft laugh which sounds warm and unguarded, echoing just beyond the bend in the trees. My boots crunch softly against the earth as I slow, the air thick with the scent of pine and magic. Lucien’s laugh follows, low and surprised, and something in my chest pulls taut.I round the bend and stop. Lucien stands a few paces ahead, shoulders relaxed in a way I haven’t seen since before the war. Seris or rather, Lyss, as she told us she prefers, is beside him, her silver hair braided back, her eyes bright and full of something I can’t name. They're standing close. Not touching, but... close enough. She says something I can’t quite hear, and Lucien chuckles again. His head tilts back slightly, sunlight catching in his eyes. He looks lighter and younger.My hands curl at my sides. It’s ridiculous. I know it’s ridiculous. I just died. Or some

• THE LOST WEREWOLF PRINCESS: MATED TO THE RIVALS   Chapter 117

  SONG OF THE CHAPTER: WAIT FOR YOU BY MELVITTO AND OXLADE.LUCIEN'S POV:****Seris stands beneath the canopy of silver-streaked trees, moonlight catching on her pale hair as if the sky itself had woven it. Her presence is quiet but commanding, the kind of stillness that makes the wind pause. I’m not sure what I expect when she finally speaks, but her voice is gentle and sound like it is velvet-wrapped steel. "I am Seris of the Moonblood," she says, her gaze fixed directly on me. "Descendant of Lunari, the lunar god who once walked with wolves."The words roll over me like a forgotten tide. Rhea stiffens beside me. Nyrielle, ever-watchful, narrows her eyes but says nothing. Seris continues, stepping forward, the edges of her cloak brushing the dusted grass. "I carry the blood of the first Moon-Blessed. My presence here is not accident, Stormwalker. It is the fulfillment of prophecy." The air grows colder, but not unpleasant. It's the kind of chill that reminds you you

• THE LOST WEREWOLF PRINCESS: MATED TO THE RIVALS   CHAPTER 116

  CHAPTER 116: BEYOND THE VEILRHEA'S POV:SONG OF THE CHAPTER: WHEN THE WORLD IS ENDING BY JSAXE.~~~ The Guen Packhouse feels heavier now. Like every stone has memorized Rowan’s silence. I walk slowly through the corridor, my boots nearly silent against the rune-laced floor. Lucien trails behind me, his steps slower than usual, weighted by something he isn’t saying. Nyrielle waits outside the room, her expression unreadable, her wings clutched tightly to her sides. Ezra’s pacing just outside Rowan’s door. “We’ve tried everything,” he mutters, not looking at me. “He’s breathing, but he’s not... there. He is not waking up ” “I have to try,” I say quietly. My voice doesn’t ask permission, it never could, not when it comes to family. I at least have to try something... Right? Inside, Rowan looks... too still. His chest rises and falls in even beats, but there’s no light behind his eyelids, no spark of the man who once led entire warrooms with nothing but a look. This fe

• THE LOST WEREWOLF PRINCESS: MATED TO THE RIVALS   Chapter 115

  LUCIEN'S POV:SONG OF THE CHAPTER: LOVE U BY HOWL I stand on the cliffs just outside the Guen stronghold, stormclouds coiled tightly above me, the sky too still to be trusted. The scent of rain lingers, but it hasn't fallen. It's as if the sky itself is holding its breath. Elen stands beside me, silver-blue hair dancing like a banner in the wind. He is watching the sky too, but his expression is calm... too calm. "You're not just a stormwalker," he says finally, voice quiet like thunder before the quake. "You're the turning key." I arch a brow. "You’ve said that before. Vaguely and mysteriously. Like a damn Windborne oracle. Care to be less poetic and more useful?" Elen turns his strange, cloud-swirled eyes to mine. "Fine. The prophecy calls you the Stormwalker; he who walks the edge of storms, who splits fate from ruin with a single breath. But that path doesn’t end with the Boundless."Oh, more trouble? Nice. The wind howls as he says it, like the very air is trying

• THE LOST WEREWOLF PRINCESS: MATED TO THE RIVALS   Chapter 114

  CHAPTER 114: DRAGONHEARTPOV: RheaSONG OF THE CHAPTER: The first thing I notice when I wake up is the silence. Not the kind that is comforting and not the kind that means rest. This one is loud. It echoes in the bones of my ears and pulses inside my chest like a space that used to hold something important but now just rings hollow.My body feels strange. Not broken, not bruised. Just... feels borrowed. Like it belongs to someone else now. I blink at the ceiling above me which is carved with stone, shifting patterns like wind trapped in rock and I can feel Lucien before I see him. His presence wraps around me like a storm barely held at bay."You're awake." His voice is soft but raspy, like he's used it too many times while I was unconscious. I turn my head. He’s seated beside the bed, dark hair a mess, storm eyes rimmed red. His hand tightens around mine before I even realize he’s holding it. "Three days," he whispers. "You didn’t move for three days."My mouth is d

• THE LOST WEREWOLF PRINCESS: MATED TO THE RIVALS   Chapter 113

  CHAPTER 113: AFTERSTORMLUCIEN'S POV:SONG OF THIS CHAPTER: NEED YOU BY FIREBOY DML~~~ The room is too quiet, too still and I hate how loud my thoughts get in its silence. Rhea hasn’t stirred since the Crown fused into her. It’s been three days, a freaking seventy-two hours of not hearing her voice, not seeing her eyes or feeling her fire through the bond.And gods, I miss her fire. I sit beside her, my hand closed around hers like it’s the only thing keeping her tethered. I count her breaths obsessively. One every five seconds. Soft and shallow. Her skin is warmer than normal, like the sun lives in her veins now. The dragon mark on her wrist pulses faintly every few minutes, flickering gold and ember-red, like it’s remembering what she’s become. Nyrielle told me it would happen. That after the shards merged, Rhea would need time to re-forge herself. But what no one told me is that it would feel like waiting for death. I haven’t slept. I barely eat. Rowan sends food