All Chapters of Return Of The Lost Lycan Princess: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

"I and Alexander have our anniversary here every year," Mia said with a smile on her face as she moved close to Alexander again and clutched his arm.Her fingers wrapped around the fabric of his suit jacket, nails painted a perfect shade of pink that matched her dress. The gesture was possessive, territorial, marking her claim in front of anyone watching. She pressed herself against his side, The smile on her face was bright, victorious, like she'd just won some competition Emilia hadn't realized they were having. Her eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she watched for Emilia's reaction, clearly expecting shock or hurt or tears. Something that would prove she'd landed her blow.Emilia's stomach twisted, a cold sensation spreading through her chest. The words repeated in her head, their meaning sinking in slowly like poison through her veins. She kept her expression carefully neutral, refusing to give Mia the satisfaction of seeing her break.Emilia looked from Mia to Alexander at the r

For a split second, the world narrowed to just that point of contact where Alexander's gaze met hers. Brown eyes locked with hazel, both wide with shock and something deeper, something neither of them had words for. His arms were solid around her, one under her shoulders, the other supporting her back where she'd been falling just moments ago.Emilia's heart hammered against her ribs, the adrenaline from the near fall still coursing through her veins. She could feel his breath on her face, quick and shallow, matching her own rapid breathing. The warmth of his body seeped through her dress where he held her, familiar and unwelcome all at once.Time seemed suspended in that moment. The restaurant noise faded to background static, meaningless and distant. Nothing existed except the two of them frozen in this position, caught between what was and what could never be again. His pupils were dilated, dark circles expanding until only thin rings of brown remained visible around the edges.Som

As soon as Logan got closer to them, Mia adjusted the look on her face, replacing her previously shocked expression to a bright smile.The transformation happened in an instant, like a switch being flipped. The shock that had frozen her features moments ago melted away, replaced by a carefully constructed expression of delight. Her shoulders straightened, posture shifting from defensive to welcoming. Even her breathing changed, the panicked gasps evening out into something more controlled.She removed her hand from Alexander's arm and stepped forward slightly, moving into Logan's path with the kind of confidence that came from believing she understood the situation. The gesture was smooth, practiced, like she was distancing herself from him to show proper respect for royalty. Or maybe to position herself as separate from Alexander, her own person with her own connections rather than just someone clinging to his arm. She bowed slightly in respect to the King."Your Majesty," Mia said,

Alexander growled the last part. The sound started low in his chest, rumbling up through his throat before erupting into the air. It was primal, animalistic, the kind of noise that made every instinct in nearby werewolves scream danger. The growl reverberated through the space around them, carrying a challenge that couldn't be misunderstood.Logan's response came immediately, a deeper sound that vibrated through the ground beneath their feet. It was the growl of something ancient and powerful, carrying centuries of authority and strength. Where Alexander's growl was aggressive, Logan's was devastating, the kind of sound that made lesser wolves around them drop to their knees in submission without conscious thought.The air between them crackled with tension, charged like the moments before lightning struck. The security detail behind Logan shifted their stances, hands moving toward weapons concealed beneath their jackets. They didn't draw, not yet, but the readiness was clear in every

The other shoppers in the boutique had all stopped what they were doing. Some stood frozen with clothing items still in their hands, others had turned fully to watch the scene unfold. The sales attendants exchanged worried glances, uncertain whether to intervene or stay back."If you ever mention my baby from that gutter mouth of yours, I will tear the flesh off your face bit by bit," Emilia said, her voice lowering to a whisper.The threat was delivered in a tone so quiet it was almost gentle, but the menace underneath was unmistakable. Emilia's face was calm, eerily so, like she was discussing something mundane rather than threatening to literally rip Mia's face apart. Her eyes held Mia's without blinking, cold and hard as stone.Her fists were still clenched at her sides, knuckles probably aching from the impact but she showed no sign of discomfort. Her shoulders were back, spine straight, every inch of her radiating controlled fury. This wasn't empty bluster or dramatic posturing.