140. No Safe Haven

[ELARA]The next evening, Edith ties the final lace at my waist, and I stare at the hearth.They’ve replaced the bedding. Swept up the glass. Mended the furniture as though the night before was only a bad dream, easily erased with stitching and polish. But I can still feel the tear in the air, the place where something wicked stepped through and reached for me with clawed fingers.My heart hasn’t stopped racing since.Magnus held me close through the dark, his breath warming the hollow beneath my jaw, but sleep didn’t come. Not truly. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw it again. That shadow. That shape. I felt it watching, still breathing in the corner of my vision, even when it was long gone.Even walking Thornhall’s halls feels different now. Like I’m prey in a too-quiet forest.I haven’t left Magnus’ side. Not once.And still, I shudder, despite the spell Morgana cast this morning—an enchantment to guard the room’s borders, to seal us in with light and safety.Edith’s voice breaks

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141. The Burnt Offering

[MAGNUS]Elara’s fingers are gripping mine so tightly, I know before I look—her nails have broken skin. I don’t stop her.Pain is easy. Manageable. Hers isn’t.She’s afraid. Anyone would be if their first encounter with a familiar was one that tried to claw its way through them. Not the friendly ones I have encountered. Or the ones that don’t give a fuck about us werewolves and humans. Creed shifts inside me. A thought that isn’t mine echoes through my bones.‘The shadow's claws were never meant to pierce her.’The words are cool, detached. He isn’t angry. He isn’t kind. He’s just sure.I don’t answer him. Not now.Our steps echo softly as we move past the last corridor, the torchlight fading behind us. The prison is close now—close enough that the wedding’s laughter has been swallowed by stone and silence.I slow my pace.Elara’s still gripping my hand, though her breaths have steadied. I glance down at her.“You ever been on a ship?” I ask, hoping it will distract her mind. It do

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142. The Last Breath of Thornhall

[ELARA]It feels like the end of something.Not the kind that’s loud or shattering—but the quiet, inevitable kind. Like a candle burning itself out, or a final breath that leaves the body too softly to be mourned.The gates of Thornhall stand open now, and still, it feels… odd.Thornhall is cloaked in pale winter light. The courtyard crunches beneath boots and hooves, hard-packed snow refusing to thaw even as the sun stretches its long fingers across the stone. I stand just outside the main entrance. People murmur goodbyes, servants scurry with last-minute packs, and still I linger. My fingers curl around the folds of my cloak as I watch the blue roses blooming across the onyx walls. Something in my chest whispers: You won’t see this place again.Lila doesn’t deny the feeling either. She’s not sure, but she feels it too. And the strange thing is—I’m not entirely sorry about it.It should be a comfort, shouldn’t it? To be free of this place. This wretched palace of slithering whisper

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143. Borrowed From A Dream

[ALEC]I wake up feeling hollow on the inside. Like a part of me is absent, but I can’t even remember what it is. This is not a new feeling. I carry it with me during every waking moment. It’s a part of me now, something I’ve accepted I can’t shed. I’ve felt this way every day for the last seven months—ever since I first woke up on the ship that took me from Caelondor. There’s not much I remember from before that, other than flashes. Faces that may or may not be real. Names that feel foreign and yet are somewhere familiar deep inside my mind. My life before that moment feels cloaked. It existed, but I can no longer see it. Beside me, Kara stirs on the straw-stuffed bedding, turning to face me. Her eyes are closed, the strands of her dark brown hair falling like a curtain across her forehead. I reach out and push them aside, my fingers barely grazing her skin. It is always soft beneath my fingertips, and it always creates an overwhelming feeling of desire inside me. I have to fight

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144. The Seamstress and the Stranger

[KARA/RUELLE]The wooden door of the cottage room creaks shut behind Alec, and I stand there for a moment, listening to his footsteps crunch over the frost-laced dirt path. I don’t move until the sound fades completely—until I’m sure he’s gone far enough that he won’t turn back and catch the way I sag against the wooden frame.It’s always like this in the morning. I feel a little empty on the inside every time he leaves.Six months ago, we washed up on this forgotten shoreline, bruised and breathless, lucky to be alive. The Goddess should’ve taken us. The Cursed Gulf tried to. But Alec saved me when I’d given up and decided to let the darkness and cold swallow me. He’d held onto me, and we’d drifted ashore. And then I’d slaughtered every soldier who had desired to take me back to Uncle Eldric. I remember how Alec didn’t hesitate—how, even with fear in his eyes after what he’d seen me do, he stayed close as we stumbled upon the fishing village nestled between cliffs and evergreens. I

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145. The Long Way Home

[KARA/RUELLE] “Sapphire eyes like that and a tongue like honey. Are we sure you weren’t born to a queen?”I laugh, but my stomach drops. “You flatter me too much.”“No, no,” she says, tapping the rim of her mortar. “You’ve got grace in your bones. Even your voice sounds like it once echoed in halls of gold.”Not anymore.I shake my head, stepping inside, letting the warm smell of herbs and something vaguely sweet wash over me. “I was bred in a village like this. My mother was a weaver.”The lie rolls off my tongue with less hesitation now. I’ve learned to shape my vowels like them, to speak with the gentle cadence of the coast folk. The first month was hardest, masking the way I moved, carried myself, and the words I used. But necessity makes a fine teacher.It was difficult to sleep on straw-stuffed bedding after years spent in silk-draped feather beds. Harder still to find satisfaction in bread, root stew, salted fish, and dried berries when I once dined on roasted fowls, spiced sq

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All Chapters of Forced to Marry the Wicked Werewolf Prince: Chapter 141 - Chapter 146

140. No Safe Haven

141. The Burnt Offering

142. The Last Breath of Thornhall

143. Borrowed From A Dream

144. The Seamstress and the Stranger

145. The Long Way Home