บททั้งหมดของ THE LOST WEREWOLF PRINCESS: MATED TO THE RIVALS: บทที่ 161 - บทที่ 170

CHAPTER 161: THE FALLING VEILRHEA'S POV: SONG OF THE CHAPTER: "Wings" by Birdy~~~ It starts with a hum that sounds low and ancient, vibrating in my bones like something older than time is whispering directly into me. I’m in the middle of the meadow outside Kaia’s family house, my palms to the earth, trying to ground myself. But the ground is shaking or maybe I am. Energy pulses through my veins like lightning not the pretty kind that streaks the sky in silver-blue veins, but the kind that burns forests down. My breath is shallow, clipped, and my magic is no longer answering me. It’s screaming. “Rhea!” someone calls behind me, it is probably Ezra, judging by the worried lilt to the voice, but it sounds distant. Distant, like everything else that isn’t this storm building inside me. I don’t mean to lift from the ground, but I do. I hover, untethered, as the air thickens around me, crackling with power. My hands blaze with light, fingers curling against the pain the pow

LUCIEN'S POV:The world is spinning sideways. My body is feeling nothing but lead and pain. Varein’s blow had felt like the fist of a god... if gods could be cruel and made of pure malice. My ribs are splintering with every breath, my vision swimming between bursts of black and blinding white. Somewhere in the chaos, I hear Kaia screaming my name, but I can’t move and can’t even lift my head.I’m dying. I know it. The earth beneath me is slick with my own blood. My wolf’s voice is distant now, like he’s standing on the other side of a thick glass wall. My fingers twitch once, useless. The metallic taste of iron fills my mouth, and the night sky above is a smear of color and shadow. Then, I hear footsteps. Light, deliberate, fast. Rhea. Her face is pale in the moonlight as she drops to her knees beside me. Her hands hover above my chest for a heartbeat, trembling, not from fear, but from something I can’t name. “No. No, you don’t get to leave,” she breathes, the words jag

SONG OF THE CHAPTER: THR CHAIN BY FLEETWOOD MACRhea's pov: The firelight is flickering in uneven patterns, painting Lucien’s face in shadows that look sharper than they should. His jaw look so tense, and every few seconds, his eyes flick to the tree line like he’s expecting Varein to step out again. I’m sitting cross-legged on the forest floor, my hands curled around the mug Kaia handed me earlier. The steam is curling upward, catching the dim light, but my fingers still feel cold. I’m not saying anything yet. The words are pressing against my throat, but my head is still buzzing from the fight, from the curse, from that cold, oily feeling that sank into my bones the moment Varein’s magic touched me. I keep swallowing, trying to chase the taste of iron away, but it lingers. It’s like the air itself has shifted, grown heavier, thicker, like we’re all breathing something poisoned. Lucien moves first. He is pacing now, his boots crunching against fallen leaves, his finger

LUCIEN'S POV: The room is erupting into chaos. One moment Rowan’s voice is booming with authority, the next, that sound is drowned by the monstrous screech of the shadow beast tearing its way through the chamber wall. I am pushing to my feet immediately, the chair toppling behind me with a crash. My heart is hammering against my ribs, not with fear, but with fury. Varein is mocking us by sending his filth into the heart of our stronghold, daring us to break. The shadow beast is massive, its body like shifting tar, oily darkness dripping from its form. Eyes... way too many eyes, open and close across its body, glowing red with hunger. Its claws dig grooves into the stone floor, and the temperature drops so fast my breath is fogging.Rowan is barking orders, his Alpha command vibrating in the air.“Form up! Protect Kaia - NOW!” I’m already moving, pulling shadows into my fists like blades. My brothers are at my side in an instant; Ezra cracking his knuckles, his grin sharp

Chapter 169 - SplintersSONG OF THE CHAPTER: “The Archer” by Taylor SwiftLYSS' POV: Lucien walks ahead of me, his shoulders tense, his body humming with that strange tether that’s pulling him closer to Rhea. I feel it like a knife is in my ribs, the thinning thread between us, once golden and strong, now brittle. Every time she laughs softly at something he says, every time his eyes linger on her longer than on me, something in me splinters. I tell myself it’s fine. Bonds bend, they adjust, they shift. But this? This is breaking.“Lyss,” Ezra says, falling into step beside me. His green eyes are sharp, always seeing more than I want him to. “You’re quiet.” “I’m fine,” I lie. The word tastes like ash. But when Lucien reaches back , instinctively and automatically, to steady Rhea on a rocky slope, I feel the bond inside me stretch like glass under heat and in that moment, I’m not sure if I can take it anymore.RHEA'S POV: Sweat drips down my temple as Axel knocks me flat