All Chapters of Return Of The Lost Lycan Princess: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Alexander stood near the edge of the garden where the string lights ended and darkness began, his body caught between forward motion and retreat. His feet had turned slightly toward the mansion where Emilia had disappeared, but the rest of him remained frozen in indecision. The garden behind him was still in chaos, guests talking loudly about the spectacle they had witnessed. Phones were out everywhere, messages being sent, calls being made to people who had not attended. By tomorrow morning, everyone in the supernatural world would know about the confrontation, about Caleb's surprise candidacy announcement, about the lycan princess caught between two alphas.Maybe he should return the next day. The thought settled over him with equal parts relief and frustration. Relief because he could leave now, avoid more confrontation, give Emilia the space she clearly needed after such a public disaster. Frustration because every instinct in his body screamed at him to follow her, to make sure

Meanwhile, back at the palace, everywhere was now in disarray. The grand halls that had been quiet and orderly just hours before now buzzed with frantic activity. Staff members rushed through corridors carrying reports and equipment, their faces tight with worry. Guards stood at every entrance, checking and rechecking security protocols that had somehow failed to protect their princess. Voices echoed off the high ceilings, overlapping conversations about search patterns and potential suspects and how this could have happened under their watch.In the main control room, screens flickered with footage from dozens of security cameras positioned throughout the palace grounds. Technicians sat hunched over keyboards, fingers flying as they scrolled through hours of recorded video. The air smelled of coffee and stress sweat, tension so thick it felt like a physical presence pressing down on everyone in the space.Every garden path, every hidden corner, every storage shed and outbuilding had

"We have no time to waste, let's get on with the sacrifice," Liam said as soon as he walked out from the room he had entered.His voice cut through the tension that had been building between Emilia and Harper, shattering whatever moment of doubt Emilia had managed to create. He moved with purpose, his footsteps deliberate as he crossed the space back to where they stood. The air around him seemed to crackle with anticipation, energy barely contained beneath his skin.The garment he now wore was dark, maybe black or deep purple in the dim light, falling to his ankles in heavy folds. Strange symbols had been embroidered along the edges in thread that caught the light strangely, seeming to glow faintly with their own illumination. The fabric looked old, worn smooth by time and repeated use. It was the kind of thing used in rituals, in ceremonies that required formal dress and ancient protocols.Emilia's stomach dropped, fear flooding her system with fresh intensity. Whatever they had pla

A few days had passed, and though King Logan had been severely injured, he was making good recovery. The family physicians had worked around the clock those first critical hours, their hands glowing with healing magic as they knitted torn muscle and sealed damaged blood vessels. The knife had missed his heart by mere inches, a fortune that everyone attributed to divine intervention or sheer luck. Now, nearly three days later, Logan was sitting up in bed, colour returning to his face, though he still moved carefully to avoid pulling at the healing wound.Her baby had been Emilia's first concern when she woke up in her room, her hand immediately going to her stomach. The physicians had assured her that the drug Harper used was designed to suppress supernatural powers, not harm pregnancies. They had run tests anyway, checking for any signs of distress or damage. The heartbeat they showed her on the monitor had been strong and steady, a tiny flutter that brought tears of relief to her ey

With her family backing her, Emilia showed up in front of the building where the werewolf presidential election was taking place. The structure was imposing, all glass and steel rising into the afternoon sky, reflecting clouds that moved lazily overhead. News vans were parked in neat rows, their satellite dishes pointed skyward, journalists checking equipment and preparing for coverage of the historic vote happening inside. In her hand was a gift box with the ultrasound photos of her close to three months baby enclosed within.The box was small, wrapped in the same blue paper Logan had used for her wedding ring, tied with silver ribbon that matched. Inside, nestled in tissue paper, were the black and white images the palace physicians had taken during her checkup yesterday. Pictures of a tiny form, barely recognizable as human but unmistakably alive, heart beating steady and strong on the monitor.Just as it had been the first time she had wanted to tell Alexander of the pregnancy.