Semua Bab Return Of The Lost Lycan Princess: Bab 21 - Bab 30

As soon as the words left Emilia's lips, something changed in the air. It was like an invisible wave had swept through the ballroom, a force so powerful and absolute that resistance seemed impossible. The power in Emilia's command wasn't a request or a suggestion. It was a fundamental law of reality that had to be obeyed.Each of the guests went to their knees one after the other, their bodies dropping like dominoes in a carefully arranged pattern. It started with those closest to the throne and rippled outward through the crowd. There was no grace in the movement, no dignity. They fell like puppets with their strings cut, like robots being controlled by a remote control device that had just been activated.The sounds of bodies hitting the marble floor filled the ballroom. Knees struck stone with dull thuds that echoed off the high ceilings. Expensive fabric rustled and tore as people collapsed in their formal wear. Several guests cried out in surprise or pain, the sound quickly muffl

Alexander tried his best to move his body toward the direction of the voice. His neck strained as he attempted to turn his head, muscles trembling with the effort. His feet tried to pivot, to shift his position so he could see who had spoken, but his body refused to fully cooperate. The command to kneel was still pulling at him, still trying to drag him down to the marble floor.Before he could manage more than a slight turn, another voice spoke up from the same general area."And I lent her some of mine too," the second voice said, carrying the same authority as the first but with a slightly different tone which was more cheerful than the first. At that moment, two men walked into view from the back of the ballroom. They moved side by side, their steps perfectly synchronized, weaving through the kneeling bodies with practiced ease. Mason and Julian walked toward the throne with their heads held high and their postures radiating confidence and power. They were both dressed impeccabl

"Thank you for celebrating with us," Mason announced, his voice carrying across the ballroom with authority that demanded attention. "The princess isn't feeling well."The statement was simple and direct, a polite dismissal that made it clear the evening was coming to an end. Mason's tone left no room for argument or questions. His posture remained protective, one hand still resting on the back of Emilia's throne, his body angled slightly toward her as if ready to shield her from any threat.While Mason spoke, Mia looked around the ballroom with that same confused expression still etched on her face. Her eyes darted from person to person, seeking some kind of explanation or validation for what she was experiencing. Emilia, sitting on that throne like she belonged there, made no sense to her. Her world had been turned completely upside down in the span of minutes, and she was struggling to find her footing.The guests remained in their bowed positions, though some had started to straig

As the guests began to disperse, the ballroom slowly transformed from a unified audience into smaller clusters of people. Groups formed naturally, drawn together by pack affiliations or business connections or simple curiosity about what they'd just witnessed. The air buzzed with conversation, voices rising and falling as theories were shared, and gossip was exchanged.Some guests moved toward the refreshment tables, finally able to indulge in the food and drink that had been laid out for the celebration. Others drifted toward the exits, clearly eager to leave and spread the news of what had happened. A few remained near the throne area, hoping for another glimpse of the drama or perhaps a chance to introduce themselves to the princes.Julian excused himself with a gentle touch to Emilia's shoulder, a brief squeeze that conveyed support and affection without words. He moved gracefully through the crowd, his path taking him toward a group of well-dressed individuals who were clearly wa

She had to make him believe the baby was gone. she had to convince him that the fall, the bleeding, the trauma of that day had resulted in a miscarriage. It was the only way to protect her son, to keep him safe from a father who would see him as nothing more than a tool for political advancement."You have the nerve to ask me that now?" Emilia asked, finally turning to face Alexander fully.Her voice shook slightly, trembling with a mixture of emotions that she was struggling to contain. Anger, fear, hurt, they all warred for dominance in her chest, making it hard to breathe properly. Her hands remained clenched in the fabric of her dress, the expensive silver material crumpling under the pressure of her grip.Alexander's arm was still extended in front of her, blocking her path, but now that she'd turned to face him, the position looked less like a barrier and more like a plea. His expression had shifted again, the earlier desperation mixing with something that might have been genuin