All Chapters of THE LOST WEREWOLF PRINCESS: MATED TO THE RIVALS: Chapter 91 - Chapter 96

SONG OF THE CHAPTER: PARANO BY DDB.RHEA'S POV: The maid walks beside me in silence, her steps light and practiced, but I can feel her side-glances. She's curious or maybe wary. I’m not sure which unnerves me more. That's her business. The halls of the palace unfold like a memory I’ve tried to forget. The marble underfoot glows faintly, pulsing with enchantments laid centuries ago. Tall archways rise above us, carved with runes of protection and power, but the air feels cold, too pristine like a shrine built over something long dead. My eyes trail over the walls; faint golden veins shimmer inside the stone like living starlight. The windows are made of spun crystal, catching the moon’s reflection and scattering it across the corridor like broken promises. I used to dance in those moonbeams. I used to believe this place was beautiful.Now, it feels hollow and empty. We pass through a garden corridor where ivy glows silver in the dark. The same ivy I once used to bra

RHEA'S POV: The air is heavy with mist as I step into the chamber of the Second Trial. The walls are made of obsidian glass, slick with condensation, and in the center lies a pool of still, baby-blue water. It reflects nothing but lightless depth, as if it swallows all it sees. No guardians this time and no judges. Only the hush of breath and the slow ripple that dances across the surface when I draw closer.This is the Trial of Water... the Trial of Truth. My feet are bare. The court demanded it. They said the water needs skin, blood and soul. I swallow hard as I reach the edge. The chill rising from the pool settles against my skin like ice-laced grief. And yet, I step in.This is so damn cold, mehn. One foot, then the next. The water is freezing cold, but it’s not the temperature that steals my breath, it’s the moment it touches me because everything changes.The world around me vanishes. The water stretches wide around me and I’m standing on a lake that is re

SONG OF THE CHAPTER: HOLD ON BY BEYONCERHEA'S POV: I shut the door before the court healers can follow me.My chamber which is located in the east wing is quiet, tucked between an abandoned library and a shrine no one visits anymore. I used to love that library. I wonder if anyone still uses it... I doubt that witch of a cousin would though. The only hobby she has is painting her ugly ass nails. My room smells of dust and dried herbs, old smoke clinging to the walls like forgotten prayers. I like it that way. Silence doesn’t ask questions. I lean against the door, heart hammering. The mark on my palm hasn’t stopped burning since last night. It glows faintly even through the cloth I’ve wrapped around it, like the magic is clawing to escape. I press it against my chest, trying to muffle the pain.No one must see this. They must not see the swelling beneath my ribs, the bruises blooming like warflowers across my spine and most definitely, not the way my breath skips sometime