All Chapters of THE LOST WEREWOLF PRINCESS: MATED TO THE RIVALS: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

CHAPTER 152: THE WEIGHT OF STONESRHEA'S POV: SONG OF THE CHAPTER: "THE ARCHER" BY Taylor Swift~~~ The fires are out, but the smoke still lingers in the air like grief that refuses to leave. I walk through the scorched ruins of the courtyard, my boots crunching over broken tile and ash. The sun hasn’t even risen, but light peeks over the horizon like it’s afraid of what it’ll find. My cloak flutters in the wind, and in my chest is a hollow I can’t fill. The Elder is gone.He is dead. Just like that... The word doesn’t sit right. It’s too small for what he was.He wasn’t just a Guen Elder. He was the one who told me stories in the library when I couldn't fall asleep and stayed up. He taught me how to read fae runes and showed me how the stars told secrets. When I couldn’t sleep, he left fresh mint leaves on my windowsill, said they warded off nightmares. I thought it was just kindness. I never realized it was protection. A part of me still waits to hear his cane tapping dow

CHAPTER 154: STOLEN KISSES, STOLEN FIRELUCIEN'S POV: SONG OF THE CHAPTER: "Flickers" by Son Lux~~~ The stars are burning tonight. Not in the poetic way they always do in Rhea's gaze or her fire, but truly... achingly burning. I stand near the edge of the old fae courtyard, the stones still humming with the residual magic from her earlier visit. The air tastes like something ancient, like ash and dawn, like something once forgotten waking up with a long, low breath. I've felt it for hours now. The way the wind trembles. The way my skin seems too tight for my bones. Like the whole world is holding its breath.And then she walks in.Rhea. She's barefoot and looks like the beautiful parts of fire. Her hair tumbles like a storm of copper and fire down her back, her dress torn at the edges, eyes bright with something that hurts to look at. Not rage or grief. Love. Love, edged in uncertainty and terror. I want to speak but can’t. My throat is dry, my pulse thunder. I wait

CHAPTER 156: PROPHECY BROKENKAIA'S POV: SONG OF THE CHAPTER: MY TEARS ARE BECOMING A SEA BY M83~~~ The vision comes like a knife through water in a sharp, rippling, and wrong manner. I’m standing in the clearing behind the Guen Pack house, where the trees lean like old friends but something’s off. The air smells of ash, and the wind is whispering in a tongue I don’t understand. I reach for the usual thread of fate, the glowing line that tells me where to go, what to feel, how to breathe through the storm. But it’s gone. Not severed. Just... disappeared.I blink, and another vision hits. Rhea is crumpled beneath a tree, her chest unmoving. Her fire is extinguished. The air around her is scorched black, but no flame dares flicker. Her hand... the one she once pressed to my heart when I was breaking, is curled into a fist, holding nothing but dust. My scream shatters the vision, dragging me back. But I don’t get to breathe before another one slams into me. Lyss stands

SONG FOR THIS CHAPTER: "Dynasty" by MIIA CHAPTER 158: SECRETS IN THE ASHES POV: LYSS ~~~ I sit cross-legged in the ruins of the Guen pack library, my fingers brushing over soot-stained pages that crinkle under the weight of time. Ash clings to my skin like a second layer, but I barely notice. The fire that tore through this place weeks ago was meant to erase everything; the names, truths, bloodlines. But something survived. Something waited for me and now it’s in my lap. A letter. Sealed with the moon symbol I used to wear around my neck before I learned how heavy it could feel. Before I began to wonder if the moonlight was meant to guide or blind me. The parchment trembles in my hands, the wax seal cracked but still holding strong at the edges, as if resisting revelation. I hesitate, breath shallow. Something in my chest warns me that once I open this, I won’t come back the same. I open it anyway. > To the one who follows the silver trail when all others have turned t

CHAPTER 160 : OF WOLVES AND FLAMEKAIA'S POV: SONG FOR THE CHAPTER: “Control” by Halsey~~Before the strike: The war table is quiet... too quiet for a room filled with people whose blood runs wild with magic and vengeance. The air buzzes with restrained tension. I can feel my heartbeat in my throat, in my fists, behind my eyes. “We can’t wait for them to strike first,” Ezra says, voice sharp as a blade. “They’ll expect that. It’s how they’ve always fought. Cunning and calculated.” “They’ve taken too much,” Rhea murmurs, fingers clenched around the silver feather pendant hanging from her neck. “Too many lives and in so little time.” Lucien nods, arms crossed over his chest, his aura sparking faintly. “We hit them now. On our terms. Catch them off guard.” Rowan leans over the map, tapping a small cluster of stones that represent the Nightowl outposts. “Here. The Northern ridge. Weakest point. We strike hard. We don’t stay long.” My voice finally breaks through the fo