บททั้งหมดของ The Royal Blood of the Lycan Princess: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

The morning of my wedding had finally arrived, and with it came a mix of excitement, nerves, and the anticipation of something greater. My room was bustling with royal servants who floated around me in practiced movements, helping me into my wedding gown. The dress was unlike anything I’d ever worn—a cascade of ivory silk and lace that shimmered with the slightest hint of silver in the morning light. As one servant pinned a delicate flower in my hair and another applied soft strokes of makeup, I couldn’t help but feel the weight of the day. Today, I was about to become not only a wife to Grey and Blue but a princess of the Lycan Kingdom.Despite the whirlwind around me, my mind drifted to my family. I hadn’t seen my brother Levi or Bea since I’d arrived here, and I hadn’t heard from them, either. Anxiety prickled my skin, and I glanced at Lea, who was helping with my veil.“Lea,” I whispered, keeping my voice low so as not to startle the servants. “Have you heard anything from Levi? O

I opened my eyes to darkness. A darkness so deep it felt like it was swallowing me whole. The damp, icy stone walls pressed in on me, as if they, too, condemned me to this small cell, tucked away in the farthest corner of the palace dungeons. Days had passed—I’d lost count—and I’d seen no one. Not Grey, not Blue, not even Lea. I was alone, a prisoner in every sense, with nothing but the suffocating weight of grief and the relentless bite of the silver chain around my ankle, searing into my skin.Yet the physical pain was nothing. The raw, gaping wound in my heart made everything else fade to numbness. Levi and Bea were gone, ripped from my life. My family, the only ones who truly knew me… gone. I kept replaying that moment when I found them, the blood, the horror. And then Astrid’s mocking smile flashed through my mind, her words echoing like a curse.“You will regret this,” she had said. “You’ll lose everyone.”Every instinct, every shred of me knew she was behind it. I could feel it

The dream was too perfect, a cruel comfort, offering me a glimpse of everything I’d lost. I was with my family. Mira was there, her laughter bright and clear as she teased Levi. Bea’s familiar smile warmed me like sunlight, and we sat together, the four of us, as if nothing terrible had ever happened.But as quickly as the comfort appeared, it shattered. Astrid emerged from the shadows, her eyes cold and full of malice, and she killed them—one by one, while I was helpless to stop her. I screamed, desperate and terrified, but my voice seemed trapped within my own throat.With a gasp, I woke, my body drenched in cold sweat, my heart pounding wildly. I was back in reality, and the weight of it crushed me all over again. “It was just a dream,” I whispered, but somehow, it still hurt.Wiping the tears from my face, I took a shaky breath. Just then, a quiet voice broke through the silence. “Amelia?”I froze, the voice almost too familiar, too comforting. My gaze snapped to the side, and my

The Lycan Kingdom had once been the pinnacle of peace and prosperity. Under the wise and generous rule of King Artemis and his beloved Queen, Luna Genea, the kingdom thrived. The Red Lycan bloodline was revered as a symbol of strength and nobility, its rulers known for their compassion and loyalty to their people. With each moonlit festival and harvest season, the Lycan people gathered to celebrate their king and queen, secure in the belief that their reign would endure for generations.But beneath the surface, hidden in the shadows, seeds of envy and ambition were beginning to take root.At the heart of this dark ambition was Darwin, the king’s trusted Beta and the queen’s own brother. As a young Lycan, Darwin had pledged his loyalty to his family and had been a close companion to King Artemis, standing by his side in countless battles and council meetings. But over the years, Darwin’s admiration of his brother-in-law shifted into something more corrosive. Despite his outward devotio

The camp was quiet that evening, the sky draped in a soft twilight. I had finally washed off the day’s sweat and dirt, feeling a rare moment of calm as I sat by the small fire I’d built just outside my tent. The flames flickered, casting a warm glow, and for the first time in what felt like ages, I allowed myself to relax. But just as I settled into the silence, I heard footsteps approaching. I turned to see Sheila, her face framed by the dim firelight.Sheila had an energy about her—sharp, lively, and a bit intimidating. She was one of the best fighters in the Red Moon Pack, with a reputation for her agility and precise strikes. She’d been with the rogues for years, and she was practically a legend among them. I admired her, but we’d rarely spoken one-on-one.“Mind if I join you?” she asked, her voice casual but her eyes studying me closely.“Not at all,” I replied, surprised by the faint hint of warmth in my own voice. I gestured to the log beside me, and she took a seat, stretching