All Chapters of The Lycan Prince’s Silent Bride: Chapter 41 - Chapter 49

Annalise povThe hall was already alive when we entered.Gold spilled from every corner where you could look.While firelight danced across polished floors, across jewels, across smiles that I could tell didn’t quite reach their eyes.Voices overlapped so did laughters and whispers. And the moment we had stepped in..I felt it.. I didn’t need to search around to know who was sending me death stares..Lauren.I could feel her gaze like a hand pressed flat against my back..Gods, does she come with a warning label or is she just naturally exhausting?I mean after our encounter earlier I didn’t expect much though.Alaric didn’t speak at first, but I could feel it.. the shift in him. The way his attention sharpened without him even turning his head.“You’re stiff.” His voice was calm and porky not cold as usualI didn’t look at him as I nodded my head.‘I’m surrounded by Lycans and the love of your life who had indirectly asked me to know my place else... Forgive me for not relaxing, you

Alaric povThe moment the door to the bathhouse closed.My expression immediately dropped.The irritation, the careless indifference, the sharp tongue I had worn like armor in front of her… all of it slipped away like it had never existed.Silence filled the room but it was not the comfortable kind, it was the kind that waited, it was the kind that listened and beneath it..Something else, something wrong.‘You felt it, didn’t you.’ Zorrack’s voice slid into my mind, low, certain… and far too calm for my liking.I didn’t move immediately because my gaze was still fixed on the closed door for a second longer before I turned away slowly.“Yes.” The word was quiet but it echoed with certainty.There was no mistaking it.. that presence.. It hadn’t been imagination, it hadn’t been harmless.It had been watching and probably waiting to attack.Zorrack hummed softly, almost pleased. ‘Good,’ he muttered. ‘Thought I was the only one paying attention.’I ignored that and instead, I reached for

Alaric's povThe room had gone a bit quiet aside from the faint sound of glass against wood, fire cracking softly and the faint whisper of fabric shifting somewhere behind me.I leaned back slightly in my chair, the weight of the night event settling deep into my bones as I poured another drink without looking.The palace never truly felt safe, but it knew how to pretend… but right now I couldn’t still decipher what had just happened.Voices from below us faded and footsteps softened.The loud laughter I could hear a mile away now died into murmurs that clung to walls and disappeared into corridors but beneath all of it, something else moved.I could still feel it..That same presence from earlier. Faint now, like it had pulled back just enough to avoid being caught, but not gone.‘You’re now thinking too much.’ Zorrack’s voice slipped in, slow and lazy, like he had all the time in the world.“I’m thinking enough.”A quiet scoff echoed in my head. ‘Barely.’I ignored him as I opened

Alaric's Pov“Let my little devils loose” The words still hung in the air as I turned to face the direction the mad man had shot.The arrow still quivered where it had embedded itself deep into the wall, right where she had been standing only seconds ago.My gaze locked onto it, sharp and unblinking, as every detail carved itself into my mind with brutal precision.. the angle, the force, the distance, the intent.This was not a warning, it was not a mistake.This was a kill shot… That presence from the hallway…Zorrack went very still.Then his voice came, low and cold, threading through my mind with quiet certainty.‘Someone just tried to take what’s ours again.’My grip on her tightened instinctively as I pulled her closer, her body still pressed against my chest, her head tucked firmly beneath my chin where I had forced it to stay.She was safe, at least for now.My hand remained at the back of her head, while my fingers threaded slightly into her hair as though that alone could a

Annalise povIt had been minutes if not hours since he left me here and everywhere had suddenly gone quite..At first it was okay but now the silence felt wrong because it was no longer the usual quiet of the palace at night.It was not the soft, settling stillness that came after long hours of noise and movement, because now it was something heavier, something watchful, as though the walls themselves had been holding their breath.And it pressed against me in an unsettling and unnatural way.‘Why isn’t he back yet?’ I kept wondering to myself as I paced the room from the bed to the balcony door and then from the balcony back to the bed.Again and again and again..Each step grew sharper as the unease in my chest tightened slowly until it became difficult to ignore.Something was wrong, I could feel it.The memory of the hallway flashed in my mind, the presence I had felt, the certainty that someone had been watching me from the shadows when I had stood at the balcony and then that hi