Todos los capítulos de The stolen lycan princess: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

*Aloria*The sun rises slowly, casting a golden hue over the world, and I awaken feeling strangely invigorated. The fire’s remnants still smolder, and the scent of woodsmoke hangs in the air. I stretch, feeling the last remnants of my wolf form lingering within me, a thrilling reminder of my newfound power. River’s arms are wrapped around me, his warmth a protective cocoon against the cool morning air.“Good morning, my Luna,” he murmurs, his voice still husky with sleep. I smile, a flutter of excitement racing through me at the affectionate nickname.“Good morning,” I reply, my heart racing slightly as I pull away from him, feeling the weight of the day ahead settle on my shoulders. The journey to find my parents looms over me, it feels like both hope and fear swirling in my chest.After we break our fast with a simple meal of bread and dried fruit, River hands me a long, dark cloak with a hood. “You’ll need this,” he says, his expression serious. “We don’t know who might be searchin

*Aloria*The night wraps around us like a soft blanket, the whispers of the inn fading into a comfortable hum. River and I step into our room, the warm light from the flickering candles casting dancing shadows on the walls. My heart races, not just from the anticipation of tomorrow, but from the electric energy that hums between us, a reminder of our deepening bond.“Here we are,” River says, his voice low and soothing, as he closes the door behind us. The sound echoes softly, sealing us away from the rest of the world. I take a moment to soak in the room… a large bed draped in rich fabrics, a small fireplace crackling softly in the corner, and a view of the moonlit landscape outside. It feels intimate, private, just for us.“Do you think they’ll be okay?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper as I turn to face him. The weight of the day still lingers in my mind, but the way he looks at me makes the world outside fade away. “Being 3 to each room.”He steps closer, his presence envelo

*Aloria*I stand frozen beside River, my heart pounding its own frantic melody in my chest. The air is thick with tension, and I can feel the pulse of fear vibrating through our group. River’s presence beside me is fierce and protective, a shield against the unknown, but even he can’t dispel the dread that creeps into my mind.As another angry growl reverberates through the clearing, my breath catches in my throat. The sound is deep, primal, and it sends chills racing down my spine. I glance up at River, who stands tall and resolute, his body coiled like a spring, ready for whatever comes next. The warriors instinctively fan out, forming a protective line in front of us, muscles taut and eyes sharp.Then it appears… a hulking monstrosity, its sinewy body, rippling with muscle, and its eyes glinting with a predatory hunger that makes my stomach churn. It’s a nightmare made flesh, snarling and bearing teeth that gleam like daggers in the dappled sunlight. I have no idea what this monste

*River*As we step into the clearing, a wave of warmth washes over me, matching the golden light that bathes the wooden structure before us. I can feel Aloria's excitement radiating beside me, a palpable energy that quickens my own heartbeat. It’s a place of homecoming, and I can hardly contain my pride in standing beside her as she takes this monumental step toward reuniting with her family.“Stay here,” I instruct the warriors, my voice firm yet gentle. “I’ll go in with her.” They nod, understanding the importance of this moment, and I lead Aloria toward the entrance, my heart swelling with every step. She glances up at me, her eyes wide with wonder, and I can’t help but smile back at her, hoping to ease any nerves she might be feeling.Her father has gone in first, to tell her mother, as to lessen the shock.As we cross the threshold, the air shifts, and I can smell the faintest hint of lavender and pine, mingling together in a way that feels ethereal. The interior is cozy, filled

*Aloria*The scent of spices and roasted meat fills the air as I carry a steaming platter of food outside, my heart buoyed by the sound of laughter and chatter. The sun hangs low in the sky, casting a warm golden glow over our little gathering. River’s presence has shifted something in the atmosphere, and I can almost feel the energy crackle around us as I set the food down at the long table where my family and his warriors await.“Look at this feast,” one of my brothers exclaims, his eyes wide with delight as we hand out the plates. “We could live like this forever!”“Imagine living in the castle again,” my other brother pipes up, his voice brimming with excitement. “With enough food and laughter to fill every hall… and with warriors like these to protect us.”I can’t help but smile at their enthusiasm. “We’d all have to learn how to cook like me, then,” I tease, placing a playful hand on my hip, before guiding them inside to the table, “Otherwise, we’d starve while waiting for the r