Semua Bab THE LOST WEREWOLF PRINCESS: MATED TO THE RIVALS: Bab 101 - Bab 110

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!SONG OF THE CHAPTER: TRANSFORM BY DANIEL CAESAR.RHEA'S POV: I've practically been on edge since I got the news of Lucien's condition. Since the time he opened his eyes, they said he has not done so again. I need to find a solution today so I'm heading to the Temple with Dremari. I managed to also drag Rowan along. Dremari pisses me off sometimes and I need someone to stand in as some kind of buffer. The Wildlands are quieter today, way too quiet. The sky hangs low, thick with violet mist, and even the wind tiptoes across the overgrown path that leads deeper into the old vale. The Dremari moves beside me like a living shadow, its form never quite fixed as usual. Sometimes wolf, sometimes bird and sometimes a blur of starlight. Rowan follows a few paces behind, his silence heavier than the weapons strapped across his back. I don’t speak. I can’t. My breath catches in my chest every time I glance toward the horizon, where the sun looks like it is blee

SONG OF THE CHAPTER: HEARTBREAK ANNIVERSARY BY GIVEON.RHEA’S POV: The air is still trembling from the portal’s collapse, but I barely notice. My knees ache from the force with which I hit the Guen Pack house floor, but my eyes are fixed on the stormfire glowing in Lucien’s gaze.He's alive, real but looks so different at the same time. “Rhea,” he breathes again, voice raw and rasping.His fingers curl tighter around my arms, as if scared I’ll disappear. My heart feels like it’s cracking apart from the inside, like it is too full and too afraid all at once. I let out a shuddered breath, brushing his damp hair away from his forehead, taking in every inch of his face... the slight stubble along his jaw, the small scar just above his brow and the storm still flickering in his irises.“I thought I’d lost you,” I whisper. Lucien swallows hard. “I thought I lost myself.” Ezra lingers by the door, arms crossed, but even his guarded posture can’t hide the awe in his expressi

CHAPTER 105: THE CRIMSON VALESONG OF THE CHAPTER: CONTROL BY HALSEY (STRIPPED VERSION)RHEA’S POV: The creature’s voice still echoes in my ears.“Rhea.” It knew me. It spoke my name like it had been waiting for centuries to say it aloud. And when I met its gaze, those hollow and ink-pit eyes, something inside me had cracked. Lucien was able to take charge of it without any huge injuries. Thankfully... We burned the body after Lucien flung lightning through its chest but it didn’t die like a creature should. It faded like a memory erased too soon, and we stood over the ashes with our breaths heavy and our hearts rattling. Now, I’m here. Standing at the mouth of the Crimson Vale, and the sky looks like it is burning... It's so bloody red. The scent of burnt earth coils in my lungs. Surprisingly, Nyrielle had flown to where we were while we were still recovering from the whole creature thingy. Nyrielle stands beside me, silent as always, her staff faintly pulsing

AUTHOR'S NOTE: SO SORRY FOR THE LATE UPDATE. I HAVE BEEN SICK FOR SOME TIME. I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS CHAPTER!SONG OF THE CHAPTER: ASHES OF EDEN BY BREAKING BENJAMINRHEA’S POV: The trees blur past me like smudged charcoal. Every hoofbeat drums into the earth, and still, it doesn’t feel fast enough. My fingers are clenched tightly around the reigns, my knuckles pale as I start riding back to the pack house. Behind me, the air still carries the burn of the Crimson Vale. My chest still trembles with the echo of my own scream, with the image of the dragon bowing burned into the inside of my skull.The shard still hums beneath my skin but none of that matters right now because I need to get home. To the Guen Pack and most especially, to find Lucien. My bond to him throbs like a cracked bell of pain and lightning flickering across my ribs. He’s alive. I know he is but he is hurt. And he’s far. And I left him.I left him... The wind bites against my face as I push my steed harde

SONG OF THE CHAPTER: THE END BY VINCINTLUCIEN’S POV: The sky above the training grounds doesn’t hold rain, but the scent of it lingers. The smell is weirdly heavy and metallic like the smell of a bloody blade dropping on wet soil. My boots crunch across the gravel as I step into the circle Rowan marked out, runes glowing faintly along its edges. The stormfire inside me pulses low, simmering like it’s been waiting for this exact moment. Maybe it has. Rowan stands off to the side, his arms crossed and watching me with the stillness of an Alpha who’s seen too many battles to flinch. He actually has... The Dremari hovers nearby, more shadow than form, coiling like smoke in the corners of my vision and then there’s Elen, the Windborne boy, who looks more like a shard of sky than flesh and bone. He sits cross-legged on a rock, his silver-blue hair falling in his eyes... eyes that hold entire thunderstorms."Ready?" Rowan asks, voice low. I nod, rolling my shoulders back. "As I