Semua Bab THE LOST WEREWOLF PRINCESS: MATED TO THE RIVALS: Bab 71 - Bab 80

KAIA'S POV: They think he’s dead even though I'm sure he is still breathing. I can hear it but I'm sure everyone just wants to be prepared for the absolute worst. I see it in the way Ezra stumbles back from Lucien’s limp body, in the way Rowan silently wipes blood from his hands. No one says it. No one dares to. But I can feel it pressing in on me from every angle,like a thick, suffocating grief like smoke in my lungs.Lucien. Lucien who used to scowl at my jokes. Lucien who kept his distance, but always kept me in sight. Lucien who called me "tesoro" like it meant something, like I meant something.Stabbed... His blood all over me... He might die. No. Not yet. Not if I have anything to say about it.Something cracks inside me and I rise. The battlefield still swarms with Nightowl scum, their laughter slicing through the air, blades flashing in the fading light. They don’t know what they’ve done. They don’t know who they just touched.But they will. Heat burns up fr

AUTHOR'S NOTE:THIS CHAPTER MADE ME EMOTIONAL. THIS IS A KINDA SNEAK PEEK INTO BOOK TWO. ENJOY!RHEA’S POV: The lanterns flicker low, casting warm golden shadows across the infirmary walls, but the warmth doesn’t reach me. It doesn’t reach him. Lucien lies still beneath pale sheets that do nothing to hide the shallowness of his breathing. His face is so calm, too calm for someone who used to argue over training schedules and complain about soup being too bland. His chest rises, then falls. But it's too slow, too light, like he’s not really here, like he is slipping away... from me. I sit on the chair beside his bed, the same way I’ve been doing for three nights now. I don’t even remember how I started doing this. I just know I’m drawn here, like the moon tugs at the tides. “I swear,” I say softly, brushing a stray lock of black hair off his forehead, “if you don’t wake up soon, I’m going to enchant your boots so they fill with mud every time you walk. And not just ordinary

KAI’S POV: We don’t say anything to each other on the ride back. The sound of tires rolling over gravel is the only thing keeping me tethered to the present. Axel is tense beside me, his leg bouncing with the kind of nervous energy that means he’s seconds from losing it. I wish I could explode, too. But I’m holding it together by a thread, because if I fall apart, what good am I to her? To this whole situation even? As soon as we pull up to the Guen Pack house, I’m out of the car. My fists clench and unclench at my sides as I take the porch steps two at a time. I barely knock before the door swings open. Rowan stands in the doorway, arms folded. He takes one look at us and steps aside without a word.“She’s in the sunroom,” he says simply. I head there with Axel close behind. The moment I see her, something in me aches. Kaia is sitting on the floor beside Lucien’s unmoving form, her hand wrapped around his. Her head is bowed slightly, auburn hair falling in soft waves a

AUTHOR'S NOTE: THANKS FOR COMING THIS FAR. I FEEL REALLY BAD FOR AXEL. ENJOY!KAIA’S POV: The full moon hangs like a silver wound in the sky, bleeding light down onto the clearing behind the Guen Pack house. But seriously, it looks red as fuck. Everything feels quieter tonight, like the world is holding its breath, waiting. So am I. I stand barefoot in a white slip dress that clings to my skin, the grass cool and damp beneath my toes. My fingers tremble where they rest at my sides. Around me, a ring of lit torches throws flickering shadows across the trees. The pack forms a wide circle, silent witnesses to what’s about to happen. To my right, Kai stands shirtless, bare-chested beneath the moon, his eyes locked on mine. There's a quiet storm in them; raw, controlled, but burning. I feel it like a magnet tugging at my soul.And to my left, Axel watches. Oh, Axel... He stands just outside the torchlight, hidden in half-shadow. His face gives nothing away, but I k

KAIA’S POV: The ceremonial robe clings to my skin, the fabric cool against my flushed body. Moonlight filters through the high windows, casting ethereal patterns on the stone floor. I adjust the clasp on my shoulder, fingers trembling, not from the chill, but from the weight of the moment. Today is the alliance ceremony and I'm ready to get this over and done with as soon as possible. Across the room, Kai stands before a mirror, his reflection as tense as mine. He catches my eye and offers a tentative smile."You look... radiant," he says, voice barely above a whisper. I attempt a smile in return, but it falters. "And you look like you're about to face a firing squad." He chuckles, the sound strained. "Feels about right."A knock interrupts our moment. Rowan enters, his expression grim. "Apologies for the intrusion," he begins, "but we've detected unusual magical surges in the deep forest. Uncharted and... unsettling." I straighten, concern replacing my nerves. "Do