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CHAPTER 163
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SONG OF THE CHAPTER: THR CHAIN BY FLEETWOOD MACRhea's pov: The firelight is flickering in uneven patterns, painting Lucien’s face in shadows that look sharper than they should. His jaw look so tense, and every few seconds, his eyes flick to the tree line like he’s expecting Varein to step out again. I’m sitting cross-legged on the forest floor, my hands curled around the mug Kaia handed me earlier. The steam is curling upward, catching the dim light, but my fingers still feel cold. I’m not saying anything yet. The words are pressing against my throat, but my head is still buzzing from the fight, from the curse, from that cold, oily feeling that sank into my bones the moment Varein’s magic touched me. I keep swallowing, trying to chase the taste of iron away, but it lingers. It’s like the air itself has shifted, grown heavier, thicker, like we’re all breathing something poisoned. Lucien moves first. He is pacing now, his boots crunching against fallen leaves, his finger
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Rhea's pov:The forest is holding its breath. I’m standing in the broken clearing, my chest rising and falling too fast, the taste of metal coating my tongue. Every sound is sharper, like the night is made of shattered glass. Varein’s absence doesn’t feel like victory, rather, it feels like a weight pressing into my skin, a reminder that he left because he wanted to. Lucien is beside me, steadying himself with one knee on the ground, his sword point digging into the dirt. Kaia is scanning the treeline, her claws still out, gold still burning in her eyes.Then it hits. A pull that's not on my body, but on something deeper. A thread tightening in my chest, cold and alien, like invisible fingers hooking into my soul and tugging once, hard. I gasp and stagger, clutching my ribs.“You feel that?” I manage to choke out. Lucien’s head jerks toward me. He’s pale under the blood and dirt. “Yeah,” he says, voice tight. “Like… a leash.” Kaia swears under her breath. “It’s in me to
THE LOST WEREWOLF PRINCESS: MATED TO THE RIVALS CHAPTER 163
LUCIEN'S POV:The world is spinning sideways. My body is feeling nothing but lead and pain. Varein’s blow had felt like the fist of a god... if gods could be cruel and made of pure malice. My ribs are splintering with every breath, my vision swimming between bursts of black and blinding white. Somewhere in the chaos, I hear Kaia screaming my name, but I can’t move and can’t even lift my head.I’m dying. I know it. The earth beneath me is slick with my own blood. My wolf’s voice is distant now, like he’s standing on the other side of a thick glass wall. My fingers twitch once, useless. The metallic taste of iron fills my mouth, and the night sky above is a smear of color and shadow. Then, I hear footsteps. Light, deliberate, fast. Rhea. Her face is pale in the moonlight as she drops to her knees beside me. Her hands hover above my chest for a heartbeat, trembling, not from fear, but from something I can’t name. “No. No, you don’t get to leave,” she breathes, the words jag
THE LOST WEREWOLF PRINCESS: MATED TO THE RIVALS Chapter 162
AUTHOR'S NOTE: SO SORRY FOR THE SLOW UPDATES. I'VE BEEN IN AND OUT OF DEPRESSIVE EPISODES. THIS BOOK WILL BE COMING TO AN END THIS MONTH. THERE ARE JUST FEW CHAPTERS LEFT. THANK YOU FOR COMING THIS FAR!CHAPTER : THE BOUNDLESS KINGSONG OF THE CHAPTER: “The End Is Where We Begin” by Thousand Foot Krutch~~~LUCIEN'S POV:The air splits open like it’s screaming. I stagger back as the world itself seems to rip apart, the edges of the Veil curling outward like torn flesh. My lungs burn from the sudden pressure change, and there’s this taste which is metallic and bitter on my tongue. It’s not just magic. It’s something older and wilder. The creature that steps through is wrong in every way a thing can be wrong. Its body shifts like it’s made of both shadow and molten light, parts of it flickering between forms faster than my mind can process. A dozen eyes blink in places no eyes should exist, and when it breathes, I feel my heartbeat stutter, like it’s trying to match the rhythm of som
THE LOST WEREWOLF PRINCESS: MATED TO THE RIVALS Chapter 161
CHAPTER 161: THE FALLING VEILRHEA'S POV: SONG OF THE CHAPTER: "Wings" by Birdy~~~ It starts with a hum that sounds low and ancient, vibrating in my bones like something older than time is whispering directly into me. I’m in the middle of the meadow outside Kaia’s family house, my palms to the earth, trying to ground myself. But the ground is shaking or maybe I am. Energy pulses through my veins like lightning not the pretty kind that streaks the sky in silver-blue veins, but the kind that burns forests down. My breath is shallow, clipped, and my magic is no longer answering me. It’s screaming. “Rhea!” someone calls behind me, it is probably Ezra, judging by the worried lilt to the voice, but it sounds distant. Distant, like everything else that isn’t this storm building inside me. I don’t mean to lift from the ground, but I do. I hover, untethered, as the air thickens around me, crackling with power. My hands blaze with light, fingers curling against the pain the pow
THE LOST WEREWOLF PRINCESS: MATED TO THE RIVALS Chapter 160
CHAPTER 160 : OF WOLVES AND FLAMEKAIA'S POV: SONG FOR THE CHAPTER: “Control” by Halsey~~Before the strike: The war table is quiet... too quiet for a room filled with people whose blood runs wild with magic and vengeance. The air buzzes with restrained tension. I can feel my heartbeat in my throat, in my fists, behind my eyes. “We can’t wait for them to strike first,” Ezra says, voice sharp as a blade. “They’ll expect that. It’s how they’ve always fought. Cunning and calculated.” “They’ve taken too much,” Rhea murmurs, fingers clenched around the silver feather pendant hanging from her neck. “Too many lives and in so little time.” Lucien nods, arms crossed over his chest, his aura sparking faintly. “We hit them now. On our terms. Catch them off guard.” Rowan leans over the map, tapping a small cluster of stones that represent the Nightowl outposts. “Here. The Northern ridge. Weakest point. We strike hard. We don’t stay long.” My voice finally breaks through the fo
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