All Chapters of Stolen By The Mirror, Claimed By The Prince: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Elias groaned, dragging a hand over his face. “It’s different.”“How?” Thaddeus asked.“I... I swear, I don’t have an answer to that,” Elias admitted, as the carriage rocked gently beneath them. “I loved Lirae, I did. But it didn’t come with the same passion. I saw her as a queen—a worthy partner. Beautiful, intelligent, flawless.”He ran a hand through his dark hair and stared at nothing for a moment, then let out a breath. “But with Lyra? It’s different. She doesn’t act like a queen, but she thinks like one. She doesn’t obey rules. She challenges me, uplifts me, questions me… and every time she opens that damn mouth—”“You want to shut it?” Thaddeus offered, grinning.Elias smirked. “Exactly.”“Because you don’t understand half of what she’s saying, or because your brain is flooded with all the sexually inappropriate uses for said mouth?”“Thaddeus.”“What? I’m trying to determine the emotional versus hormonal breakdown of your attraction.”“I’m shocked. And weirdly impressed,” Elia

“So what do we do?” Thaddeus asked, though he already feared the answer.Elias turned to him, blood still leaking between his fingers, eyes sharp with resolve. “We get her home. Before it’s too late.”“Back home… like to her world?” Thaddeus asked, frowning, his thick eyebrows furrowed so deeply they practically had a conversation of their own.“Yes,” Elias said with the weight of finality pressing on his voice. “I think it’s time we pay my mother a visit.”Thaddeus straightened as though someone had shoved a broomstick up his back. “Your… your mother?”“Yes,” Elias repeated. “Prepare us for travel tomorrow.”“But what about the wedding?” Thaddeus blinked. “What about her waiting until you claim back the throne?”Elias sighed. “I cannot put her in danger anymore. She needs to leave.”He had nearly died this morning—and now, as much as it felt like self-mutilation, he was preparing to let her go.*****Lyra couldn’t sit still. She’d paced so many laps around her room that the floorboard

She used to be the only one who saw him. Really saw him.He remembered the way her hand used to reach for his, the way her laugh bounced off the palace corridors. And he remembered the moment that all shattered—when she found out what they had done to secure the throne. The betrayal. The tears. The disgust in her eyes. That same look was in them now.“Stay away from us, Your Highness,” she said, the title laced with disdain that stung worse than any insult. “I beg of you.”She turned to leave, her posture regal despite the rage still humming beneath her skin. But Matthew, desperate not to let her vanish from his world again, called softly, “Lirae?”She stopped.“You think me a monster,” he said. “And I wish… I wish you would remember who made me one.”She turned slowly to face him, her brow furrowed.“What is that supposed to mean?” she asked, confusion creeping in with her fury. “Who made you—?”But the doors to the drawing room slammed open before she could finish.“Miss Lirae,” came

Phillips gave her a knowing smirk and reached casually for some biscuits, slipping one into the inner pocket of his cloak with a subtle pat.He rose, and so did Gideon.“Speaking of the rebellion…” Phillips said, his tone shifting from charming to steel-cut serious. “Do you have any information about them?”Gideon sighed. “Your Grace, I have never seen a group more organised and secretive. I have men in every tavern, post house, and bakery in the capital. Nothing. The only consistent whisper is… there are no noblemen in this group. None. It is… quite intriguing.”Phillips’ brows lifted ever so slightly. “No noblemen, uhn?” he mused, eyes narrowing. “Interesting. Thank you, Marquis. Marchioness.”He turned to Gemma once more and gave her a nod. “I’ll see you around.”Then, with a polite smile, Phillips swept out of the room.*****Lyra was brushing out her hair, already halfway into a dazed trance, when a knock came at her door. She set the brush down on the vanity. Her fingers paused a

“Elias…” she breathed, disbelief painted on her flushed face. She looked down at where they were joined and blinked as if she didn’t trust her senses.Sweat dripped from his skin, his muscles gleaming under the flickering light.Elias grunted, then reached for her thighs and lifted them, holding them wide open as if offering her to the stars. His grip was firm. With her legs hoisted like that, he went deeper, the new angle pulling a long moan from her throat that bordered on a prayer.The moment she spasmed around him, Elias groaned—his voice a raw mix of pleasure and despair. His head dropped to her shoulder, his entire frame tensing. He wanted to stay there, inside her, wrapped in this moment. “No…” he whispered.But it was too late. She clenched around him, dragging him into oblivion. His orgasm tore through him, and he spilled into her with a shudder so powerful the bed creaked beneath them. His body collapsed against hers, breath stolen, heart racing.“I love you,” Lyra said breat