Todos los capítulos de The stolen lycan princess: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

*River*I blink, the world around me coming into focus like a fog lifting from the ground. I’m lying on something soft, something familiar yet foreign, and a warmth envelops me. Confusion swirls in my mind, like a storm gathering strength. I try to sit up, but my body feels heavy, as if bound by an unseen force.“Easy there,” a soft voice says, breaking through the haze. It’s gentle and familiar, yet it takes a moment for me to place it. I turn my head, and there she is… Daphne, her bright eyes filled with concern.“What… what happened?” I croak, my voice rough and dry like sandpaper. I try to shift again, but a wave of dizziness crashes over me. The last thing I remember is the fight in the clearing, the chaos, and then… darkness.“You fell,” she says, her voice steadying me. “You were hurt, River. I had to bring you here and try to save you.” There’s a hint of urgency in her tone, and as she leans closer, I catch a whiff of herbs and something sweet. “You need to eat and drink.”She

*Aloria*The sun dips low in the sky, casting an amber glow through the arched windows of my chamber. I stand before the ornate mirror, my reflection a stark reminder of the royal duties that await me. The gown I wear is a deep sapphire, the fabric flowing around me like water, accentuating my form in a way that feels foreign and surreal. I touch my hair, intricately braided and adorned with delicate silver clips, but every touch feels like a reminder of the weight that now rests upon my shoulders.Servants bustle around me, their faces alight with joy as they prepare me for the council meeting. A young maid with bright, eager eyes holds a jeweled tiara above her head, the gems sparkling like stars. “Oh, Princess Aloria, you’ll be the most beautiful sight in all of Valenor!” she exclaims, her voice a chorus of excitement.I manage a weak smile, but inside, I feel like an imposter. Every act of service, every bow and curtsy directed at me, sends a ripple of discomfort through my core.

*Aloria*The Prince's gaze slices through the air like a blade, and I can feel the weight of his scrutiny pressing against my skin. The moment stretches, and I wonder if I should bow my head, hide from the storm brewing in his cold blue eyes. But just as I gather my courage to break the silence, my mother’s voice cuts through the haze.“Remove the cape, Aloria,” she commands, her tone leaving no room for argument. “We must not create a scene.”A surge of indignation rushes through me. This is not just a dress; this is my dignity laid bare before a crowd that awaits my every move like vultures circling a fallen creature. Yet, the cape feels heavier than my mother’s expectations. I hesitate, my fingers trembling as they trace the fabric’s edge, but the weight of her command compels me. With a deep breath, I let the cape slip from my shoulders, the fabric pooling at my feet like a discarded curtain.Suddenly, I’m no longer Aloria, I might be a Princess, a figure to be admired and judged,

*River*The thrum of energy courses through me as I lead the pack through the forest, our paws pounding against the earth in a synchronized rhythm. The scent of pine and damp earth fills my lungs, blending with the adrenaline that surges through my veins. Each leap and bound sends a thrill through my wolf, a heady mix of urgency and determination. I can feel the bond with my pack tightening, a shared purpose binding us as we race toward the Lycan castle.Time blurs as we weave through the trees, my senses heightened. I can hear the whispers of the forest, the rustling leaves, the distant calls of birds, all urging us onward. The air grows cooler as we pick up speed, the sun dipping lower in the sky, casting shadows that stretch like fingers across the ground. The thrill of the chase fuels me, but the thought of Aloria… the danger she’s no doubt in… drives me harder.After what feels like an eternity, with just about half a day’s travel left, we slow near a small clearing. The trees pa

*Aloria*The world blurs as I leap from the window, the ground rushing up to meet me with a swift vengeance. I feel the air tear at my fur, the exhilarating rush of freedom flooding my senses.I blink in confusion, my wolf instincts still thrumming through me, but I can’t hold onto it… probably because my wolf is so new to me… I feel the shift, the urge to change back overpowering. The transformation is almost painful, my body contorting as I revert to human form. I close my eyes, preparing for the inevitable crash.But just as I brace for impact, something… no, someone… grabs me mid-air, wrapping around me like a warm cocoon.I expected the hard ground… Instead, I find myself cradled in strong arms, a familiar scent enveloping me… woodsy, earthy, and undeniably comforting. I open my eyes to find River, his piercing gaze boring into me, a mixture of concern and relief flooding his features.“Aloria,” he whispers, his voice low and urgent, as if he’s afraid the very air might shatter t