All Chapters of The stolen lycan princess: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

*River*The scent of the forest fills my lungs as we navigate the winding path, the sun breaking through the canopy above like a spotlight on our journey. Aloria’s laughter echoes in the distance, her spirit infectious. I can’t help but smile, feeling the warmth of her presence beside me.I am happy to see her enjoying herself and not let everything that has happened get her down… and I am happy that I Was able to help her with her hunger… I had not expected it to have that effect on me, but I am not complaining and it won’t be the last time I am willing to help her.Kellan walks ahead, shoulders squared, his eyes scanning the horizon. Despite the lightness of our morning, an undercurrent of tension lingers in the air. I can sense it, and I know Kellan feels it too. The recent attempt to snatch Aloria’s brother weighs heavily on our minds. It is one more brick in a wall of dangers.“So, what do you think?” I ask, my voice low enough for just Kellan and Aloria’s father to hear. “Was it

*Aloria*As the last echoes of our victorious howl fade into the rustling trees, I shift back to my human form, feeling the familiar crack and reform of my bones and instantly feel the weight of exhaustion settle over me like a heavy cloak. My limbs tremble, the adrenaline that had surged through my veins now replaced by a gnawing hunger that pulls at my insides. I stand amidst the chaos of the clearing, panting, the scent of earth and fur mixed with the remnants of battle hanging thick in the air.Around me, the pack begins to regroup, warriors shifting back to their human forms, their expressions a mix of relief and pride. River approaches, his dark fur shimmering in the waning sunlight, and I can’t help but smile at him as he shifts too. My heart swells with gratitude and admiration for his strength, but the hunger gnaws at me still.“Aloria!” Arly and Arthenon rush to my side, their eyes wide with awe. “Did you see how fast you were? You were like lightning! And then the way you t

*Aloria*The sun hangs high in the sky, casting a brilliant light over the training grounds. I find myself perched on a sturdy log, my eyes glued to River and Kellan as they spar, their movements fluid and powerful. The way they fight is almost mesmerizing… like a well-rehearsed dance of strength and skill. Each punch and kick is executed with precision, their bodies glistening with sweat, muscles rippling as they push themselves to their limits.River’s confidence shines through every strike, while Kellan’s agility keeps him on his toes, dodging and weaving like a shadow. I can’t help but smile, my heart swelling with admiration. This is more than just training; it’s a testament to their commitment to our pack and to each other. I lean forward, captivated by the rhythm of their combat, the way they anticipate each other’s moves, their camaraderie evident even in the heat of battle.“Look at that!” I hear a voice beside me, and I turn to see Arly and Arthenon hurrying toward me, wide-

*Aloria*While the men has their meeting, I decide that I prefer to go spend some time with my mother instead of listening in on their discussion, I know River will tell me anything I need to know after.“Hey mom,” I say, entering to cosy house after knocking.“Aloria,” She smiles at me, “just in time to helped unpack.”The scent of fresh wood and paint fills the air as I help her unpack the boxes they brought along. The walls of the modest house are a warm beige, and the sunlight filters through the windows, casting playful shadows on the floor. I can see my mother’s face light up as she re-discovers small treasures hidden in the boxes: family photographs, hand-knitted blankets, and the delicate porcelain figurines that were passed down through generations. They seem small things, but it is the few things She manages to bring from the castle, and each item seems to carry a story, a piece of our family’s history that she’s eager to reclaim.“Look at this!” she exclaims, holding up a f

*River*The dawn breaks with a soft glow, casting warm hues across the sky as I stand on the porch, my heart racing with the anticipation of what lies ahead. The morning air is crisp, holding the scent of dew-kissed grass and the promise of a day filled with uncertainty. Kellan approaches, his expression is speaking of both determination and concern. He has been my right hand, my beta, and my best friend ever since I became the Alpha but today, more than ever, his loyalty feels like a lifeline.“Are the letters ready?” I ask, my voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me.Kellan nods, holding up the thick parchment, the weight of our words resting heavily in his hands. “I double-checked and packed everything myself. The messengers are poised and ready to leave as soon as you give the word.”“Good.” I take a deep breath, glancing back toward the interior of the house where Aloria is still sleeping, her dreams perhaps filled with the same hope and fear that clutch