All Chapters of THE LOST WEREWOLF PRINCESS: MATED TO THE RIVALS: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

CHAPTER 131: CINDERGLOWRHEA'S POV: SONG OF THE CHAPTER: "THE ARCHER" BY TAYLOR SWIFT**** The silence in the pack house is louder than thunder. Lucien stands at the foot of the staircase, his hand clenched around a folded piece of paper, the edges crumpled and damp. His jaw tightens, eyes glassy but dry, refusing to betray the storm raging behind them. I sit beside Kaia on the couch, watching him, waiting for him to say something... anything because this is beginning to be worrying. The others are gathered too: Axel is leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, Rowan is seated with his elbows on his knees and Ezra is pacing with slow steps, his head lowered. Even Kai is here, arms folded tightly as if holding himself together. "She’s gone," Lucien finally says, voice low, guttural, a whisper clawing its way out of his throat. The words feel like they steal air from the room. No one speaks. We all know who he’s talking about. "She left this behind." He unfol

CHAPTER 133: THE CROWN’S WEIGHTRHEA'S POV:Song of the Chapter: “CONTROL” BY HALSEY*** The moment I wake up, I’m already behind and I really wish I could just strangle myself and with my pillow.Ughhhh! The sun hasn’t even fully risen yet, but there’s a scroll from the Flame Council hovering just above my pillow, flickering like a warning. Another damn summon. My fourth this week. There’s also a whispered message in the corner of my room, a reminder from the high school to submit my enrollment documents for final year exams. And on top of it all, Nyrielle is knocking at the door, her wings twitching with agitation.I'll probably crash out before I even leave my bed this morning.“Up,” she says flatly. “You’re late.” “For what this time?” I croak, dragging myself out of bed.“Meeting with the Fae Elders. Then school. Then that human ambassador who insists on discussing the new magical neutrality laws.” My head throbs. “I’m eighteen. Why am I sitting through neutralit

RHEA'S POV: Song of the Chapter: “SWEET SACRIFICE” BY EVANESCENCE~~~ Monday mornings at this stupid school always taste like burnt coffee and stale rumors, but today a charge rides the air which is hot, static and unsettling. I’m in the second‑floor lounge between classes, half perched on the windowsill with my worn copy of Neruda. Kaia sprawls across the brown vinyl sofa, one boot on the armrest and a history textbook splayed over her stomach. Her wolf mark glows faintly beneath the collar of her uniform jacket, but no one notices except me. A timid knock taps the door. It opens, and Leo Morales, my quiet chemistry partner, sweetest boy in the sophomore class shuffles in. He clutches a bouquet wrapped in matte‑black tissue. Deep‑crimson roses peek through: darker than wine, darker than dried blood. Kaia’s eyes narrow and I close my book. Leo’s pupils look weirdly dilated and empty. His voice floats, flat and echo‑thin. “Rhea, these are for you.” He holds the flowers o

CHAPTER 137: DUSK’S MERCYLYSS' POV: Song: "HAVE MERCY" BY THE GHOST OF PAUL REVERE~~~~ Moon‑swept wind is pushing at my back as I am climbing the stone stair that ribbons up the cliff face toward the Moon Temple. Every muscle is aching from the ride here; five straight hours on the motorcycle, rain stinging like gravel, the roar in my helmet louder than my thoughts. But now, as I am stepping beneath the pale archway, everything is falling quiet except the thunder of my heart. I am not sure what I am expecting. The last time I stood in this sanctuary I was seventeen, terrified, and still convinced the Goddess molded me for greatness. I am twenty now... older, lonelier, and carrying a truth too heavy for one set of shoulders: Rhea is the hinge on which the whole world swings. The corridor is breathing silver. Statues carved from moon‑glass are lining either side, eyes aglow with captive starlight. I am trying not to think about Lucien’s expression when I left the manor, or

CHAPTER 139: SHADOW OF THE FIRSTLUCIEN'S POV: SONG OF THE CHAPTER: "SILHOUETTES" BY AQUILO**** The knock on my door comes just past dawn. I haven’t slept. Not really. Just lay there with my eyes open, listening to the slow turn of the world outside my window and the louder storm inside my chest. When I open it, Rhea and Lyss are standing side by side, both looking like they’ve aged a year overnight.It's even weirder seeing them standing so close together. Should I run? Is this a sign to run?“Can we talk?” Rhea asks.I step aside without answering. They sit on the couch, both of them tense. Lyss is pale. She hasn’t met my eyes since the sparring incident yesterday. Rhea has a journal in her hands. She’s clutching it like it might vanish. “There’s something we need to show you,” she says, flipping it open. Her fingers pause on a page before turning it toward me.The script is faded, but legible.The Mark is not betrayal. But the ones who call it prophecy may try to twi