Todos los capítulos de The Valisteen Princess : Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

Chapter 32. It is what it is. Dylan's words hung in the air, cold and sharp yet tinged with frustration that seemed to betray his usual unflappable demeanor. He rose from his seat, towering over her, his hands resting on his hips as he regarded her with a mix of exasperation and something else she couldn’t quite place.Mia forced her gaze to meet his, her defiance flickering despite the weight of her exhaustion. “I’m not thankful,” she murmured, her voice hoarse but steady. “Not for this… not for you.”Dylan let out a low, humorless laugh, shaking his head. “You’ve got more fight in you than sense, Mia. But fine—don’t be thankful. Be angry, hate me, whatever keeps you going. Just don’t give up.”His words struck a nerve, and for a moment, Mia wasn’t sure if she wanted to scream at him or let the tears she’d been holding back finally fall. She didn’t want his pity or his concern. She wanted answers—answers to questions she wasn’t even sure how to ask.“What do you want from me?” she c

Chapter 34: An Uneasy AllianceMia sat stiffly in the dimly lit meeting hall, her arms crossed and her gaze locked on Dylan as he leaned against the opposite wall, a picture of effortless authority. The weight of the past days—secrets unearthed, betrayals revealed, and a future steeped in uncertainty—pressed down on her like a suffocating shroud.“You’re asking me to trust you,” she said, her tone cutting through the tense silence. “After everything I’ve just learned?”Dylan straightened, his expression unreadable. “I’m not asking for trust. I’m asking for a truce.”Mia narrowed her eyes, suspicion sharpening her features. “A truce? You mean you want something from me.”“Not just from you,” Dylan replied, his voice calm but laced with an undercurrent of urgency. “From both of us. Our clans. Together, we have a chance to stop the Vagaz twins. Alone, we’ll be picked off, one by one.”The mention of the twins sent a shiver down Mia’s spine. The Vagaz siblings—ruthless, cunning, and dange

Chapter 36. Phase 1. Planning.The tension in the room was thick, but my voice cut through it like a blade. “Enough.”Mimi and Liam both turned to look at me, their hostility momentarily redirected. I straightened my posture, meeting their gazes head-on. “This isn’t helping. If we’re going to stand any chance against the Vagaz twins, we need to work together, not tear each other apart.”Mimi huffed, crossing her arms as she leaned back against the table. “Fine. But don’t expect me to keep quiet when he starts spouting nonsense.”Liam rolled his eyes, but he, too, stepped back, muttering under his breath, “Like I care what she thinks.”Mia, still visibly rattled from the confrontation with Dylan, turned to face the group. Her voice was calm, but I could hear the underlying frustration. “Let’s focus. Dylan may be an arrogant bastard, but he’s right about one thing: unity is the only way we’ll survive this. The Vagaz twins won’t hesitate to exploit even the smallest crack in our defenses

Chapter 38. Big Bad Wolf.One minute we were having a conversation at the party, and the next, I was dragging Dylan's drunk ass back to my room. I stumbled down the dimly lit hallway, hitting walls and any other unfortunate objects in my path. How did this even happen? Isn't he supposed to be the man feared by everyone, the one who acts like the king of the world? Now here I was, struggling to haul his sorry self back because I couldn’t find his room keys—or even a damn phone on him. The more I thought about it, the more it felt like this was intentional.I adjusted my grip on him, pulling him closer by the waist. Damn, he had a small waist—muscled, but not too much. His body was toned like that of a model: perfect height, perfect build, and, of course, his infuriatingly perfect face. No wonder women constantly surrounded him despite his garbage personality. But it wasn’t just his looks. His ocean-blue eyes, those rare windows to his soul, always seemed emotionless at first glance. Ye

Chapter 40. Dylan.I sat on the edge of the bed, my elbows resting on my knees as I stared at the floor. The words I needed to say clawed at my throat, but I couldn’t bring myself to speak them. Not yet. The faint hum of the city outside filled the silence, but it did little to calm the storm in my chest.I glanced over at Mia, who was pacing the room, her arms crossed tightly against her chest. She was mad—rightfully so—but it wasn’t her anger that made this hard. It was the way she looked at me, like she was still holding on to the hope that I’d stop keeping things from her. That I’d finally let her in.I ran a hand through my hair, taking a steadying breath. “Mia,” I started, my voice rough.She stopped pacing, turning to face me. Her piercing eyes locked onto mine, and I felt that familiar pang of guilt.“What?” she asked, her tone sharp, though there was a flicker of unease beneath it.I straightened up, forcing myself to meet her gaze. “Liam and I…we’re leaving.”Her expression