All Chapters of The Princess in the Shadows: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

VeyronVeyron climbed on top of Lyra, his world narrowing to her softness beneath him, her warmth branding him deeper than any fire. She was everything. The only thing. Starved compulsion consumed the edges of his feverish conscious. The wicked delirium of her stormed beneath his skin, pooling deep within him, demanding more—demanding her.He pinned her hands above her head, savoring the way she shivered beneath his touch, the way her breath caught. Every nerve awakened, attuned to the press of her body, the rapid beat of her pulse. Pressure built until his limbs trembled with the effort of holding on, his body no longer his own, ruled by the need to claim, to take, to make her his. Instinctively, he rocked against her, chasing her heat with a desperate, mindless rhythm that grew wilder until he was lost in her.She was his abyss, his surrender, his undoing.And then—he was gone.The unleashing became a vast ocean he could not escape, pulling him deeper. No sight. No sound. Only her. O

Mistress Of ShadowsThe cavern pulsed with the whispers of ancient power, the air thick with incense and the glow of a hundred flickering candles casting shadows along the stone walls. Vespera sat upon her throne of obsidian, watching the great hall of the Mothers stir with anticipation. The covens had gathered, draped in silks and veils, voices like rustling leaves as they spoke of omens and portents, of war and prophecy.And yet, her mind was elsewhere.She had left before Veyron. How had he told her she would no longer be going? And how had she reacted? Then, a soft gasp of pleasure called out to her through the magic link. "Vespera—!" Lyra had not been able to resist long.She smiled as a ripple of energy licked down her spine with the languidness of a dream.She rose, her sheer black robes flowing around her like smoke as she approached the pedestal where her crystal ball rested. The glass swirled, deep indigo and silver mist.An unfamiliar room appeared. Common cotton sheets ta

LyraThey had been riding all day, the sun beginning its slow descent, stretching umbra across the land as the open grasslands gave way to a darker, denser world. The air grew cooler, damp with the scent of pine and moss. Where the horizon once rolled in golden waves, tall grasses now broke against clusters of underbrush and the twisted limbs of trees that marked the threshold of the forest.Riding beside Daphne, Lyra kept her eyes forward, trying to focus on anything other than the way her chest tightened every time Veyron ignored her presence.She shouldn’t care. Shouldn’t want his attention after what had happened.And yet…She swallowed hard, casting a wary glance toward Veyron’s broad, rigid back. No matter how much space he put between them, the truth remained—Lyra had recognized him even when he wasn’t entirely himself. Even now, her skin hummed with the confusing, heated memory. A flush clung to her cheeks, despite the breeze. Her thighs pressed instinctively against the sadd

Veyron Veyron slid the dagger’s edge methodically against the whetstone with a slow, deliberate scrape. The sound sliced through the quiet night. His mind had no business straying. But still, it did.The motion of the blade against stone felt too familiar—like the feel of her body beneath him, his senses surging from their closeness. He tried to focus, but his thoughts kept circling back to the way she trembled under his touch. Everything about her made it impossible to hold back.Her approach tugged at his awareness before her scent even reached him. Eryx’s growl vibrated beneath his ribs, impatient with his hiding.She is coming to you. Let her finish the bond. She is ours.The ancient voice twisted through his mind, cold and insistent, filling the deepest corners of his thoughts. No. Let her ache. Let her yearn. She is already bound to you, whether she admits it or not. Veyron knew who spoke to him. He had used the crescent gate just before this journey. Though it had never comm

VeyronThe warmth of the fire heated Veyron’s back, the crackling flames filling the tense silence. “What did you say to her?” Delvin asked. “To make her run off like that?”Veyron clenched his jaw. “I said nothing, Delvin,” he snapped. He didn’t want to discuss it.Delvin hesitated, studying him. “She really needs to be careful in these woods,” he said quietly. “There are wild creatures out here. It’s the border of your territory, not sure what might wander over. Just… stay alert. We’ll find her.”If he came looking for her, she would run. A vision of Lyra fleeing from him flashed before his eyes. Her face full of fear as she ran, with the wolf in him chasing, taking over. The excitement that tore through him at the thought twisted in his stomach, nauseating him.“Do you need me to help?” he asked, the words heavy.Delvin shook his head, gaze softening. “Nah, we’ve got it. You just stay here. We’ll bring her back.”With that, Delvin turned and joined the others in the search for the