All Chapters of Return Of The Lost Lycan Princess: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

"Aha," the manager laughed nervously as Alexander's questioning eyes landed on her. The sound came out high and strained, not at all like her earlier professional pleasantness. Her hands twisted together in front of her body, fingers intertwining and releasing in an anxious pattern. A flush crept up her neck, spreading across her cheeks as she realized she'd made some kind of terrible mistake.Her eyes darted away from Alexander's intense stare, looking anywhere but directly at his face. The smile she'd been wearing moments ago had vanished completely, replaced by an expression of growing panic. Sweat beaded at her temples despite the boutique's air conditioning."Alpha, you said you bought the store for your wife," she started, her voice trembling slightly.The words came out rushed, tumbling over each other as she tried to explain. Her weight shifted from foot to foot, the confident posture from earlier was completely gone. She looked like she wanted to sink into the floor, to disa

Alexander's eyes held hers with an intensity that made breathing difficult, like the air had grown too thick to pull into her lungs properly. Then her gaze dropped without conscious decision, fixing on his mouth just inches away.His lips were slightly parted, breath ghosting across her face with each exhale. Emilia could see the shape of them, the curve that she remembered from years of marriage, from kisses that had once meant something. The memory made something twist painfully in her chest, unwelcome and sharp.Heat radiated from his palm through the fabric of her dress, spreading outward across her skin. The warmth travelled up her spine and down to her legs, making her knees feel suddenly unstable. His fingers were splayed wide across her back, each point of contact burning like a brand.Her own hands were still pressed flat against his chest, feeling the solid muscle beneath expensive fabric. His heart beat strong and fast under her palms, the rhythm matching her own accelerate

"Thank you so much," Emilia said again as she tried to steady her nerves.Her hands were still shaking slightly, fingers trembling as she pressed them together in front of her. The adrenaline was wearing off now, leaving exhaustion and delayed shock in its wake. She took a deep breath, trying to calm the racing of her heart, trying to push down the fear that kept wanting to bubble back up.Harper stood close, her presence solid and reassuring. The woman's expression remained calm, like this kind of thing happened every day. Like pulling a gun on three dangerous men was just part of her normal routine. There was something about that calmness that helped Emilia find her own centre again.Before Harper could say anything else, the screech of two cars echoed loudly in the silent street, making both ladies turn their heads towards the sound.The noise was sudden and violent, tires squealing against pavement as vehicles took a corner too fast. The sound bounced off the buildings on either s

The walls felt like they were closing in, despite the spacious dimensions of her bedroom. She'd paced the length of it countless times already, from the windows overlooking the gardens to the door that led to the hallway where one of her brothers always seemed to be stationed. Every time she'd tried to leave, gentle hands had guided her back inside with reassurances that it was for her own health and "doctor's" orders, because of the baby.Breakfast had been brought to her on a tray. Lunch as well. Mason had visited twice, Julian three times, both checking on her like she was made of glass and might shatter at any moment. They meant well, she knew that. But knowing didn't make the confinement any easier to bear.The nausea was building, a combination of pregnancy hormones and the claustrophobic feeling of being trapped. The room smelled too strongly of the flowers someone had brought, the scent overwhelming in the stale air. She needed to move, needed fresh air and sunshine and space

The fabric was elegant and expensive, flowing down her body in lines that flattered without being too revealing. The colour was rich, like wine in candlelight, making her skin look luminous against the deep tone. The neckline was modest, the hemline falling just below her knees, everything about it screaming sophistication and professionalism.She'd pulled her hair up into an elegant twist, a few strategic strands left loose to frame her face. Minimal jewellry, just small earrings that caught the light. Her makeup was understated but polished, enough to look put together without seeming like she was trying too hard. The entire look had been assembled in under fifteen minutes.In the supernatural world, particularly among the wealthy and influential, first impressions carried enormous weight. How you dressed, how you carried yourself, how you presented to the world told people what tier of society you belonged to before you ever opened your mouth. Showing up underdressed marked you as