160. The Ghost & The Living

[MAGNUS]The medallion resting on Nyra’s neck gleams golden in the blinding sunlight. She lets out a light laugh and twirls to show off the lilac dress she’s wearing, sewn with a pearl brocade. It’s a gift from Ruelle, and so is the medallion—both from her visit to Koshik. “She gives better gifts than you, Magnus,” Nyra teases, twirling again in the grass that’s soft beneath our bare feet. I grab her arm and pull her close, breathing the scent of primroses as she crashes against my chest. I expect her to gasp or complain, but the smirk on her face only widens. “Did I offend you, Your Highness?” she asks in her honeyed voice, fluttering her dark, long lashes. “You did,” I tell her in a playful voice, stroking her cheek with my thumb. “Apologise now. On your knees.”She laughs again. “You love it when I’m on my knees, don’t you, Prince Magnus?”I shake my head, tucking a strand of her dark hair behind her ear. “Is that what you think of me?” She frees herself from my embrace and walk

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161. Under A Thousand Lanterns

[ELARA]Lady Brook heard right. Qaiven’s night markets truly are beautiful. We’ve only just arrived, and I can’t help but stop and stare in awe every few steps. The island city hums like a living jewel at dusk. The market sprawls across the waterfront, lit by a thousand lanterns of crimson, gold, and emerald that sway over cobbled streets slick with sea mist. Perfumed smoke curls from brass braziers while music drifts from every corner—lutes, flutes, and drums weaving together in a rhythm that feels more like a heartbeat than noise. Traders shout in a dozen accents over tables crowded with trinkets, daggers, and embroidered slippers bright enough to shame the sun. Other stalls overflow with silks printed in dizzying patterns—suns, moons, and sea-serpents painted by hand in shimmering dye. Brocaded scarves catch the light from the lanterns like liquid metal, and tunics patterned with pressed petals sway gently in the breeze. The scent of honeyed nuts, spiced fish, and sugared fruit a

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162. Pieces On The Board

[ELARA]I pull the curtains aside before they shut completely, hesitating for only a moment before stepping through.The back of the stage is chaos—scattered clothes, ropes hanging loose, people laughing, cheering, and congratulating one another on a good performance. It’s bright and messy and real in a way that startles me after the dramatic depiction I just witnessed. Their joy fills the air, but as faces turn toward me, smiles fading into polite confusion, I feel suddenly misplaced—like an intruder in someone else’s celebration.I open my mouth, uncertain what to say, until I catch sight of Lady Brook’s cloak. Relief floods through me. I hurry toward her, leaving the woman who was expecting an explanation standing awkwardly behind.Lady Brook stops a few steps ahead, reaching out to touch a man’s shoulder. He has his back to us, speaking to someone else, appearing relaxed. “Lady Brook,” I whisper, my voice barely audible over the chatter as I adjust my own cloak, aware of all the co

Last Updated : 2025-11-01

All Chapters of Forced to Marry the Wicked Werewolf Prince: Chapter 161 - Chapter 163

160. The Ghost & The Living

161. Under A Thousand Lanterns

162. Pieces On The Board