All Chapters of Return Of The Lost Lycan Princess: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Emilia's eyes searched Alexander's face, trying to understand what condition could matter more than political power. His expression showed pain and resignation mixed together, features drawn in lines of exhaustion that matched her own. His hands hung at his sides, no longer reaching toward her, respecting the distance she'd established.The crowd pressed closer, silent and waiting. Even Mia had gone still, wine dripping forgotten from her hair and dress as she strained to hear what Alexander would say. The night air felt heavy, charged with anticipation and unspoken emotion."The condition is that you don't think that I'm agreeing to the divorce because I stopped loving you," Alexander said, with barely controlled emotion.The words came out rough, each one fighting past whatever pride or protection he normally kept in place. His eyes held hers, refusing to look away even as vulnerability stripped him bare in front of dozens of witnesses. His jaw worked, throat moving as he swallowed

The mansion was dark and silent when Alexander entered, every light extinguished except for the automatic ones that sensed movement. His staff had retired hours ago, leaving him alone with thoughts that had been circling like vultures throughout his drive.He'd taken every route he could think of through his territory. Mile after mile of driving with no destination, just movement to keep from having to stop and face what he'd done.The pain of his decision to let Emilia go weighed heavily down on him and he couldn't help but be filled with guilt. Each breath felt like it required conscious effort, his chest tight with an ache that had nothing to do with physical injury. The mate bond, damaged but not severed, pulled at him constantly. Reminding him of her presence somewhere in the city, reminding him that she was moving forward into a future that didn't include him.He made his way to the small bar in his home, feet carrying him there automatically. The room was masculine and underst

Minutes later, Mia walked into the hospital conference room. She wore a pale blue dress that emphasized her condition, one hand resting on her still flat stomach in that gesture she'd made her trademark. Her hair was styled perfectly, makeup flawless, the picture of someone who belonged in spaces like this.Stephanie followed close behind, dressed in an expensive suit that screamed old money and traditional values. Her expression was sour, mouth pressed into a thin line of disapproval. Everything about her body language suggested she'd rather be anywhere else but felt obligated to attend for reasons that had nothing to do with supporting the hospital's new chief healer.Mia's gaze swept across the assembled crowd systematically, taking inventory of who was present. Board members sat in chairs arranged theatre style, some familiar faces from the day of Emilia's hiring, others she probably didn't recognize. Journalists clustered near the back, cameras, and recording devices ready, noteb

Jessica hurried to where Emilia stood, her footsteps were quick, purposeful, heels clicking rapidly against the tile floor as she crossed the space between her position near the wall and the podium. Several people shifted in their seats to watch her approach, curious about what the hospital staff had to add to this demonstration. Her face showed eagerness, helpfulness, the expression of someone wanting to be useful."Please, allow me to assist you with this important moment," she said pleasantly with a smile on her face.Too pleasantly. The tone was several degrees warmer than the situation warranted, carrying false cheer that didn't match the tension in the room. Emilia watched Jessica approach with that same calm expression, making no move to refuse the offered assistance. Her fingers remained wrapped around the vial, holding it steady as Jessica came to stand beside her at the podium. The overhead lights caught the amber liquid inside, making it glow."That's very kind of you," E

The shift in attention was immediate and complete, dozens of heads swiveling in unison toward where Mia sat. The accusation hanging in the air made her the new focus, suspicion replacing the shock that had dominated moments ago. Phones that had been recording Jessica's arrest adjusted angles, cameras now pointed at the blonde woman whose involvement had just been exposed.Mia's face showed panic for just a fraction of a second before she forced it away, replaced by indignant outrage. Her hands gripped the armrests of her chair, knuckles white from pressure. She could feel the weight of all those eyes, the judgment forming behind stares that had been friendly or at least neutral minutes before.Alexander's gaze was particularly intense, brown eyes boring into her with an expression that had gone from watchful to coldly assessing. His jaw was tight, arms crossed over his chest again in that defensive posture. Whatever satisfaction he'd shown earlier when Emilia revealed the antidote had