Return Of The Lost Lycan Princess

For the past four years, she has been married to Alexander Reed, the werewolf Alpha of the Redstone pack, but no one knows that she exists because she's just a lowborn human, and their union—forbidden.“Alexander,” Emilia moaned deeply with her eyes glazed over as her husband came inside her. She opened her eyes to see him staring into her eyes, so lovingly, that she literally felt the butterflies dance in her belly. And just like that, Alexander rolled over her and stood to his feet. The stern look on his face and the cold aura she was used to settled back on him like a cloth. As she watched him redress, a deep but silent sigh reverberated through her. “I've sent your monthly allowance,” Alexander said with his back to her, his voice calm but cold, and at that moment, Emilia's phone chimed with a notification. But before she could say anything, a deep, sharp pain hit her lower abdomen, making her wince and squeeze her midsection. “Alexander, please he…help. My stomach,” She groa

Without even waiting for the umbrella as per protocol, Logan, Mason, and Julian rushed out of the vehicle at the same time and towards Emilia's unconscious form. “My princess,” Logan exclaimed as his feet moved with such agility it was hard to believe he was already sixty years old. As Mason carried Emilia's unconscious body up in his arms, Julian's eyes drifted to the second female laying on the floor, who also looked unconscious. “Mason, Dad, look, she's wearing the crystal,” Julian said as he crouched closer to Harper's body. And for a minute, the three mean we're puzzled. The globe had pointed out where they would find the lost princess, but there were two women who fit the description, except that one had the crystal necklace, which is a Gray family heirloom, and one doesn't “They both need medical attention. Let's get them to a doctor first, then we can figure out who the real princess is later,” Logan decided. ***“Ahhh!” Emilia jolted awake with an almost silent scream a

The sound of Emilia's palm connecting with Alexander's cheek echoed through the entrance hall like a gunshot. For a moment, everything seemed to freeze. The staff members who had been lingering nearby scattered like leaves in the wind, their footsteps quick and hushed against the marble floor."You are a bastard," Emilia said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands.Alexander's head had turned slightly from the force of the slap, and now his eyes widened as the sting registered on his skin. His hand moved slowly to his cheek, fingers pressing against the reddening mark as if he couldn't quite believe what had just happened. His mouth opened, then closed again, words seeming to die on his tongue.The click of heels against marble broke the silence before Alexander could find his voice. Stephanie Reed swept into the entrance hall like a storm gathering strength, her designer suit immaculate, her silver hair pulled back so tightly it seemed to stretch her face into a permanent

"But a human..." Alexander continued, then stopped abruptly. His hand moved to his chest, fingers splaying wide over his heart as if trying to hold something in, or maybe keep something out. His voice had taken on a strange quality, rough around the edges like sandpaper. "But a human can't reject an Alpha," the words came out stuttered, broken, so different from his usual commanding tone. Emilia watched as his breathing changed, becoming shorter, quicker, like he'd just run up several flights of stairs. His chest rose and fell in an uneven rhythm that made the fabric of his shirt stretch and pull. A thin sheen of sweat had started to form on his forehead, catching the light from the chandelier overhead."It's just typical human delusion," Stephanie said, her voice cutting through the tension with the same sharp edge it always carried. She waved her hand in the air dismissively, a gesture Emilia had seen countless times over the years. "All drama and no substance."Stephanie's eyes we

The small cottage sat at the edge of the forest, hidden behind overgrown trees and thick bushes that kept it invisible from the main road. Inside, candles flickered on every available surface, their flames casting dancing shadows on walls covered with dried herbs and strange symbols drawn in what looked like ash or maybe blood. The air was thick with the smell of burning sage and something else, something bitter and earthy that clung to the back of the throat.Harper stood in the centre of the main room, naked except for the white salt she was sprinkling over her skin. The crystals caught the candlelight as they fell, glittering briefly before settling on her shoulders, her arms, and her chest. She moved methodically, her fingers dipping into the small bowl she held, then spreading the salt in patterns that seemed deliberate, purposeful."I cleanse myself of this human stench," she said, her voice low and rhythmic like a chant.She wrinkled her nose as she spoke, her face twisting in