All Chapters of The stolen lycan princess: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

*Aloria* I am standing out on the grassy area by the forest, watching my brothers, Arly and Arthenon, play with the other children of the pack. Laughter fills the air, a sweet symphony that makes my heart swell with joy. It’s a sight I’ve longed for, one I thought may never come to pass. After years of living in hiding, shrouded in shadows and fear, they now have friends, a community that welcomes them with open arms. And it wants my heart that I have been able to give them that. I lean against a sturdy oak tree, a smile stretching across my face as I watch Arly tumble to the ground, giggling as Arthenon playfully tackles him. The sheer delight in their eyes is infectious, and I can’t help but feel a sense of relief wash over me. They deserve this happiness, this freedom. It’s a promise I made to myself when I found them and they finally stepped out of the forest and into the light: I would do everything in my power to ensure they never have to hide again. But just as I’m about to

*River*After calling for the pack doctor to come imediately, I dash through the hallways of the packhouse, heart pounding with urgency. The chaos of the earlier screams still echoes in my mind, but the sight of Aloria and Daphne working in tandem bringing the kids inside sparks a surge of hope. I reach them just as they usher the last of the children through the pack house door. My instincts kick in, and I scan their faces, searching for any signs of serious injury.“Aloria, baby are you okay?” I call out, my voice cutting through the remnants of panic. She spins around, relief flooding her features as she sees me.“River, I am fine,” She rushes to meet me, urgency in her eyes. “We need to check on the kids. I think they’re mostly alright, but we need to be sure.”I nod, my own anxiety rippling through me like a storm. “I’ll help,” I say, moving quickly to the first child in line, a little girl with a scraped knee and wide, tear-filled eyes. “Hey there sweetheart, you’re safe now. Ca

*Aloria*The warmth of the parlour wraps around me like a comforting blanket as I sit there alone, Daphne having left, I am still processing her harrowing tale. The flickering firelight casts dancing shadows on the walls, a stark contrast to the heaviness in my heart. Just as I’m lost in thought, the door swings open, and River steps inside, his presence instantly filling the room with an aura of strength and warmth.“Darling,” he greets, his voice low and steady, eyes locking onto mine. “You did so well today, Thank you.”I look up, meeting his gaze, and feel a flutter of pride mixed with the weight of the day’s events. “It was Daphne who was the real hero. Without her, I honestly don’t know what I would have done. She stepped in without a second thought.”His brow arches, and a smile breaks across his face, a mixture of admiration and disbelief. “I’m proud of her too. It takes a lot of courage to face such a dangerous situation head-on.”I nod, feeling the warmth of his pride wrap a

*Aloria*I pace the room like a caged animal, anxiety coursing through me like a live wire. The flickering shadows cast by the candlelight dance on the walls, and each creak of the old house sends a fresh wave of worry crashing over me. River left hours ago with his warriors, and the weight of uncertainty hangs heavy in the air. I can’t shake the feeling that something terrible is brewing just beyond the forest’s edge.My heart races as I glance at the clock, the minute hand ticking away in slow motion. I know he’s strong and capable, but the stories about the Black witch have spread through the pack like wildfire. I clutch my pendant, a gift from River, feeling its warmth against my skin. It grounds me, reminding me that he will return. He always does.Just as I’m about to lose myself in another spiral of worry, the door swings open. River steps inside, and my breath catches in my throat. He looks battered, his clothes torn and smeared with dirt. His hair is wild, and there’s a fierc

*River*The moon hangs high in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the pack house as we drag the witch out of her cell. Her furious snarls echo through the dimly lit hallways, but we pay her no mind. Kellan walks beside me, his expression a mask of determination. I can feel the tension radiating from him, a reflection of my own. As we reach the interrogation room, I glance at him, and he nods, understanding the gravity of the situation.“Get her secured,” I order, my voice firm. Kellan pulls out the heavy iron chair, and together we hoist the witch into it, strapping her in with reinforced chains. She thrashes against her restraints, her eyes wild with rage, but there’s a flicker of concern behind her bravado.Once she’s secured, I step back, allowing a moment for the gravity of her predicament to sink in. “You were saying something about power?” I ask, crossing my arms over my chest, feeling the weight of the moment.She glares at me, her lips curling into a snarl. “You think these