All Chapters of Return Of The Lost Lycan Princess: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Every nerve in Emilia's body lit up with warning, primitive fear response telling her to flee, to get away from this man whose hands wandered where they shouldn't. Her muscles tensed, preparing for movement, for escape. Her breathing had gone shallow, chest tight with the effort of not physically recoiling from the contact.The hand on her lower back felt heavy, possessive, wrong in every way that mattered. She could feel the heat of his palm through the thin fabric of her dress, she could sense the intention behind the touch that had nothing to do with professional courtesy. Her stomach churned, nausea building that had nothing to do with pregnancy.The thought of people under her care cut through the panic, forcing rationality back into focus. People who'd trusted her, who'd taken medicine with her name on it believing it would heal them, were suffering because someone had sabotaged her work. They were counting on her to fix this, to get them what they needed to survive.And so left

The yacht was crowded with elegantly dressed guests, conversations flowing as freely as the champagne being passed around on silver trays. String lights cast warm glows across the deck, creating pockets of light and shadow. Laughter and classical music mixed with the sound of water lapping against the hull, everything designed to project sophistication and success.But Alexander saw none of it. His eyes swept across the space systematically, scanning faces and dismissing them instantly when they didn't belong to the woman he was searching for. His jaw was tight, hands curled into fists at his sides as he moved through the crowd with barely restrained urgency.People glanced at him as he passed, some with curiosity, others with recognition. Alpha Alexander Reed wasn't someone who typically attended scientific charity events. His presence here was unexpected, noteworthy enough that whispers started following in his wake. But he ignored them all, focused entirely on finding Emilia."Wher

"I don't want anything from you," Emilia replied. The words came out firm, final, creating a wall between them that his jealousy couldn't scale. Her arms remained crossed over her chest, body language screaming distance despite the physical proximity forced by his position kneeling in front of her. She held his gaze steadily, refusing to look away or soften the rejection.His hand was still on her waist, warm through the fabric of her dress, but she resisted the urge to push it away. That would show it affected her, would reveal that his touch meant something when she was trying to prove it didn't. So she sat still, enduring the contact while her words attempted to negate its significance."Oh really?" Alexander said, his tone shifting to something sharper. "Because last time I checked, you need the wolfsbane antidote to save lives."The statement landed like a blow, reminding her exactly why she'd come here in the first place. The patients dying in the hospital, the crisis that had

As soon as Alexander was out of earshot, Mia's hands moved to her face, fingers swiping away the moisture that had been streaming down her cheeks just moments ago. The gesture was casual, practiced, nothing like someone still caught in genuine emotion. The tears stopped as if she'd flipped a switch, going from sobbing to dry eyed in the space of seconds.Her expression transformed completely. The pleading, desperate look vanished, replaced by something cold and calculating. Her mouth, which had been trembling with supposed vulnerability, pressed into a thin hard line. Her eyes, which had been wide and liquid, narrowed into slits that gleamed with malice."Emilia, you useless human slut," she grunted out the words, rage replacing the innocent facade she had put on earlier.The venom in her voice was shocking in its intensity, hatred pouring through each syllable. Her hands had curled into fists at her sides, nails digging into her palms hard enough to leave marks. Her face flushed red

The deck had gone eerily silent after Emilia's wine throwing. No one seemed to know how to react to what they'd just witnessed, the script having deviated so far from expected social behaviour that normal responses failed.Alexander stood between the two women, his expression carefully neutral but his eyes active, moving between Emilia and Mia like he was working through calculations in his head. His hands hung at his sides, relaxed but ready, the posture of someone waiting to see what would happen next before committing to action.Mia remained where she'd stumbled backwards, wine dripping from her hair and face and dress, hands still clenched into fists. Her chest heaved with barely controlled rage, face flushed dark red with humiliation and fury. The performance was completely abandoned now, no pretense of injury or fear, just pure hatred radiating from every pore.The witnesses watched with that particular fascination people show for train wrecks and disasters, unable to look away