All Chapters of THE LOST WEREWOLF PRINCESS: MATED TO THE RIVALS: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

CHAPTER 142 : HALLS OF MEMORYKAIA'S POV: SONG OF THE CHAPTER : "Clair de Lune" by Claude Debussy (Instrumental)***~~*** I shouldn’t be here.The thought circles in my mind like a chant, yet my feet continue to move of their own accord. I’m currently barefoot on the stone floor of the Guen ancestral hall, the cold pressing up through the soles of my feet like a warning. My fingers brush the ancient walls, following the carvings... the spirals and runes that breathe faint pulses of light, like a sleeping heart. The moonlight is filtering through the stained-glass ceiling paints me in kaleidoscopic shards. Blues, purples, faint gold. I look like something ethereal, maybe even sacred, but I feel anything but. I feel like a trespasser in my own legacy. Ezra had told me not to wander. Rowan had said this place wasn’t ready for me but something had been calling. I can't lie, I've also been very curious since I found out that this place exists. A hum beneath my skin. And now,

CHAPTER 144: MIDNIGHT DETENTIONKAIA'S POV: SONG OF THE CHAPTER: "CONTROL" BY HALSEY*** The corridors of Warrenvale are quiet... too quiet for a school that never really sleeps. Most students are either in their quarters or roaming in groups, but me? I’m walking alone through the dim halls with a scroll in my hand that glows with an unsettling blue light. Magical detention. The words burn across the top like it’s a crime brand. It practically screams delinquent. And all for hexing the new bully who thought mocking Rhea’s Crown was a sport. He said something about her being cursed and unnatural, and my temper snapped like a string pulled too tight. I didn't even think... I just kinda whispered the incantation under my breath, and his tongue turned to ash. Temporary ash, but still. Now I’m being punished. Detention, the magical kind, isn’t just cleaning classrooms or writing lines. It’s enchantments and solitary learning rooms and sometimes… things that learn from you. I

CHAPTER 146: THE BETRAYAL TRIALLUCIEN'S POV: SONG OF THE CHAPTER: “YOUTH” BY DAUGHTER~~~ The room is carved of stone, yet it thrums like it has a heartbeat. Low murmurs echo across the curved chamber of the Elder Hall, rising like smoke beneath the sunburst glass ceiling. The late afternoon light filters through the stained panels, casting bruised, shifting colors over Lyss as she kneels before the circle of Elders. I stand behind her, my fingers digging into the fabric of my sleeves, jaw clenched so tightly I can taste blood. The accusation hovers in the air like a storm cloud, heavy and unforgiving. "Aiding and manipulating the Crownbearer for personal power,” Elder Vael intones, eyes like shards of granite. “A betrayal of the pact sworn by her lineage." Lyss doesn’t move. Her back is straight, her head unbowed. But her hands are clenched in her lap, trembling just slightly. I see it. I know her tells, the small giveaways she hides so well. From the gallery abo

CHAPTER 148: THE HALLS OF FATERHEA'S POV: SONG OF THE CHAPTER: "WINGS OF STONE" BY RUELLE~~~ The air smells like jasmine and pinecones this morning. I’m brushing my teeth in our tiny Warrenvale dorm bathroom, humming something Kaia played last night, when the letter appears on the mirror. Not floats... just appears. One moment there’s fog, and the next, a golden envelope pressed into the steam like it’s always belonged there. I freeze. That sigil. I’ve seen it before in one of Nyrielle’s old scrolls. A blooming crown made of antlers and flame. The seal of the Elder Fae Court. Kaia notices before I even say a word. "You okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost," she says, tugging a hoodie over her braid-messy head. I hold the envelope with shaking fingers. It’s feels warm and alive."I think I’ve just been summoned." What a great start to my beautiful morning!Kaia’s face stills. She nods slowly. "By them?" I nod. "Well, I have to leave. Now."The next twenty min

CHAPTER 150: SLEEPLESS IN THE VEILLUCIEN'S POV: SONG OF THE CHAPTER: "WHEN THE PARTY'S OVER" by Billie Eilish~~~ The wind in the Veil carries voices that don’t belong to the living. I walk slowly, my boots sinking into dew-drenched moss that glows faintly beneath each step. Every breath of mist is a memory I’d rather not revisit. The sky here is slate grey, full of bruises. My thoughts are loud, louder than the silence all around me. My hands burn with static light. Sparks crackle beneath my skin, begging to be released but I keep them pressed into my coat pockets, fists tight. I’m not about to scorch another tree out of frustration. I’m not about to lose control. Not again. Rain starts falling softly. It’s not wet, not really. It’s like dust from the stars. The kind of thing that should be beautiful if I weren’t so hollowed out. The kind of thing Rhea would whisper about. I’m not even sure how I got here. One moment I was in bed, staring at the ceiling, hating myself.