All Chapters of Return Of The Lost Lycan Princess: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Morning sunlight streamed through the tall windows of the dining room, painting everything in shades of gold and amber. The rays caught the crystal glasses on the table, sending small rainbows dancing across the white tablecloth. Outside, birds sang their morning songs, the sound drifting in through the slightly open window along with the scent of blooming flowers from the garden below.Emilia sat at the breakfast table, her hands folded loosely in her lap as she watched the servants move quietly around the room. They carried silver trays laden with fresh fruit, warm pastries, perfectly cooked eggs, and other dishes that filled the air with mouth-watering aromas. Everything about this moment felt surreal, like something out of a storybook she might have read as a child.She couldn't contain her joy. It bubbled up inside her chest like champagne, fizzy and light, making her feel like she might float away if she wasn't careful. Anyone looking at her could easily see it in the way her ey

The lycan king's palace was even more magnificent than the pictures Mia had seen in magazines and news articles. Crystal chandeliers hung from the vaulted ceiling, each one larger than most people's cars, casting rainbow prisms across the white marble floors. Gold accents gleamed on every surface, from the ornate frames of massive paintings to the delicate fixtures on the walls.The ballroom stretched out before them, easily large enough to hold several hundred guests. Already, the space was filling with elegantly dressed werewolves and other supernatural beings, all of them chattering excitedly about the evening ahead. The air buzzed with anticipation, with political maneuvering disguised as friendly conversation.Mia stood at the entrance to the ballroom, her hand hooked firmly inside Alexander's arm. She could feel the expensive fabric of his suit jacket beneath her fingers, could sense the tension radiating from his body despite his carefully neutral expression.Her evening gown w

"What is this worthless trash doing here?" Mia asked, her voice sharp and loud enough to carry to the guests standing closest to them.Several heads turned at the tone, curious eyes seeking out the source of the disturbance. Emilia felt their gazes land on her, felt the weight of sudden attention, but she kept her expression calm. She'd spent years being insulted by basically everyone, including her mother in law. A few more cruel words weren't going to break her now."You do know that this is an exclusive occasion reserved for lycan royalty and distinguished guests, right?" Mia continued, taking a step closer to Emilia. Her voice dripped with condescension, each word carefully enunciated like she was speaking to someone particularly stupid. "What is your idiotic human self doing here?"The insult hung in the air between them. More guests were turning now, their conversations trailing off as they picked up on the confrontation brewing. Whispers started to spread through the nearby cro

"Then why are you stalking him like a deranged ex?" Mia asked, her voice rising even further until it was almost a shout.The accusation echoed through the ballroom, bouncing off the high ceilings and marble walls. Several guests who had been pretending not to listen gave up the pretense entirely, turning to face the spectacle with open curiosity. The musicians had stopped playing altogether now, their instruments resting silent in their laps as they watched along with everyone else."Stalking him?" Emilia asked, her brows rising in genuine surprise.The suggestion was so absurd that for a moment, she couldn't quite process it. After everything Alexander had put her through, after the neglect and the coldness and the humiliation, Mia actually thought she was here because of him? The sheer audacity of the assumption would have been funny if it wasn't so insulting."You wish," Emilia said, her tone serious despite the slight shake of her head.The gesture was small but decisive, a clear

"A human claiming royal blood?" Mia's voice cut through the silence like a knife.She laughed, the sound harsh and grating in the hushed ballroom. It was clear she was trying to overcome her shock, forcing the sound out even though it came out strangled and unnatural. "You've got to be shitting me," she added, raising her voice even louder.Mia turned in a slow circle, looking around at the other guests with wide eyes. She was searching for support, for someone else who would validate her disbelief, who would agree that this was all some elaborate trick or mistake. Her hands gestured wildly as she spoke, encompassing the throne and Emilia and the entire situation."How can a lowly human contaminate sacred grounds?" one of the other guests asked, his voice rising above the murmurs.He was a middle aged werewolf with salt and pepper hair and an expensive suit that marked him as someone of status. A frown had replaced the shock on his face, his brows drawing together as he stared at Emi