All Chapters of Return Of The Lost Lycan Princess: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

"Alexander, please, I will explain everything," Mia said, rushing to hold Alexander on his arm as soon as she realized she had been caught.Her fingers wrapped around his forearm with desperate strength, nails digging into the fabric of his suit jacket. Her face had transformed from panic to pleading, eyes wide and glassy with tears that spilled freely down her cheeks. She pressed herself closer to him, her body angled toward his in a gesture that spoke of intimacy and familiarity.Alexander moved his arm away from her grasp, anger replacing the confused look on his face. The motion was sharp and deliberate, a rejection that left no room for misinterpretation. His jaw had gone tight, muscles bunching beneath his skin as he ground his teeth together. "Your husband, Victor, saved my life during battle with the rogues," Alexander began, his words making Emilia's too calm mood to falter.The statement hung in the air, heavy with implications that Emilia's mind was still racing to proces

Awareness crashed over Emilia like ice water, shocking her system and jolting her back to reality. Her eyes flew open, focusing on the space beyond Alexander's shoulder where cameras were still recording, and every other person present, including the hospital staff. Her heart was still racing from the kiss, but now panic mixed with the adrenaline was coursing through her veins."No," she said as her hands flattened against his chest, shoving with enough force to create distance between their bodies. The warmth of him lingered on her skin, a phantom sensation that made her want to step back into his arms even as her mind screamed at her to run. Her breathing had gone ragged, chest heaving as she struggled to pull air into lungs that felt too tight."This cannot happen," she continued, her voice climbing higher with each word. "It was a mistake."Alexander's arms had fallen away from her when she pushed, hanging at his sides as confusion and hurt flashed across his face. His mouth open

The garden space was beautiful, meticulously maintained with flowering bushes that released sweet fragrance into the cool evening air. String lights had been hung between the trees, their soft glow creating an intimate atmosphere as dusk settled over the grounds. White chairs were arranged in a semi-circle around a small clearing, most already occupied by well-dressed guests who chatted quietly among themselves. The sound of a fountain bubbling somewhere nearby provided gentle background noise.Alexander walked into the venue with a small smile on his face, his eyes searching for his best friend, Caleb. The smile felt foreign on his face, muscles unused to the expression after weeks of nothing but frowns and tears. He had forced it there anyway, determined to be a good friend despite the hollowness eating away at his insides. His suit was freshly pressed, hair combed back neatly, the image of a successful Alpha even if he felt like a shell of one. The bandage on his hand had been re

Alexander's body shifted, angling toward Emilia as though pulled by an invisible string. His eyes softened momentarily, the hard edge of anger melting away as he looked at her face. His mouth opened, forming the beginning of her name, an apology or explanation hovering on his lips. But Caleb did not relent. He moved while Alexander was distracted, seeing an opening and taking it without hesitation. His arm drew back, muscles coiling with the force he was about to unleash. Fury still blazed in his eyes, the betrayal of friendship mixing with protective rage for the woman he loved. His jaw was set, teeth bared slightly in an expression that was more wolf than man.His clenched fist came fast, cutting through the air with a whistle that made several people in the crowd flinch. Caleb had put his full weight behind it, intending to do real damage this time. His knuckles were already bruised from the first hit, but he did not seem to care. All his focus had narrowed to the man who had hurt

"Liam, where have you been?" Harper whispered as soon as she opened a side door to the palace mansion.Her voice was barely audible, pitched low to avoid carrying through the corridors. Her hand remained on the door handle, holding it open just wide enough for a body to slip through. Her eyes darted back over her shoulder toward where Emilia lay unconscious in the dining room, then forward again to the darkness outside. The sounds from the garden party drifted faintly through the walls, muted conversations and occasional laughter that suggested the gathering was still ongoing despite the earlier chaos.The timing was perfect, almost too perfect. Everyone was distracted by the drama that had unfolded, by Alexander and Caleb's confrontation, by the shocking announcement of Caleb's candidacy. Guests were probably still gossiping about it. Security would be focused on the garden, on preventing further violence between the two alphas. No one would notice one unconscious princess being smug