All Chapters of The Lycan Prince Maid: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The warmth woke me up, bringing me out gently from the darkness, a low, steady heat against my side.The blankets were heavier than anything I owned, pressing down over my aching limbs, the smell of woodsmoke and something herbal, bitter and green.I opened my eyes to a ceiling of rough-hewn beams and a single window letting in gray morning light."Don't sit up too fast," a voice said, somewhere near a small stove. "Your body is spent and exhausted from trying to keep you alive. So, give it a moment to realize that you are back here."I turned my head instead and found an old woman crouched by the fire, stirring something in a blackened pot, her clouded eyes not quite meeting mine even when she glanced over."Where—" My voice came out as a rasp. I tried again. "Where am I?""My home. Such as it is." She rose, joints cracking audibly, and crossed to the bed with a wooden bowl in hand."Eat first. Questions after. You've earned the order reversed, given the state you arrived in."I push

POV: GinaI slept for most of a day, and when I finally woke, Maren was waiting with a fresh bowl of broth and an expression that told me the gentleness of our first conversation had run its course."You said you would tell me," I said, before she could deflect again. "What I am. What the Gate has to do with any of this.""I did say that." She set the bowl aside without ceremony, which told me more than her words did about how important the conversation was."Sit up properly. This will take longer than you'd like."I sat up.“I know you believe you transmigrated here," she said. "A soul from another world, dying in a world far from here, and then woke up in a body that already had a name and a history of its own.""You know about that too?" I asked, shocked."I know a bit of it, because it's happened before, though rarely, and never quite the way most storytellers imagine it." She leaned forward. "What actually happened to you, girl, is stranger and older than a soul simply swapping p

POV: Fabian"How many men did we lose? " I said, not looking up from the report in front of me.Rourke shifted his weight, which was enough to answer me before he opened his lips. "Two of the guards Osric put down using his light power are dead; the others fled, and the rest are still hot on the trail of Gina as far as the ravine before the storm wiped all traces of her escape.""And Osric?""Vanished. He fled during the ensuing stampede, so we figure he escaped to the wolf territories." Rourke answered. I let the report fall onto my desk with more force than necessary."My healer, my own healer abandoning me for a woman he did not know before. Am I supposed to assume he suddenly grew a conscience?” A laughable question I was not expecting an answer to."Should I put out a search party for him?” He asked."Later, not right away." I ran my hand over my jawline and felt the tiredness of the past few days settle into a hollow, bone-deep frustration."Rourke, what else do I need to know t

POV: CalebThe mural was exactly where Lena's people had said it would be, painted across the inner wall of a hut that had clearly been abandoned in a hurry.A cold fire pit, a half-packed shelf, the type of disorder of someone leaving fast."She was here recently," I said, crouching by the fire pit. "This fire pit is not more than a day old.""There are two sets of prints leading out," Lena's specialist confirmed, crouched at the doorway. "One older, one younger, moving together.""Older?" I repeated. "So, someone was with her."Lena joined me at the mural, studying it with intense focus peculiar to her. "This isn't Lycan work. Look at the style; that's bear images, old bear art, the kind that predates the current border treaties by generations.""You recognize the specific style?""I recognize enough of it. My family's territory borders theirs on the southern edge. We've traded with them, for decades, though we never bothered to maintain the relationship beyond the occasional treaty

POV: GinaI woke up to see Dessa standing over my cot with an expression that suggested she'd been standing there a while, debating whether waking me counted as courtesy or an intrusion."The council is convened," she said, once she saw my eyes open. "They're arguing about you. Loudly. Thought you'd want to know before someone tells you secondhand and makes it sound worse than it is.""Is it worse than it sounds?""Depends which half of the room you ask." She held out a bowl of something dense and grain-heavy. "Eat. You look like you'll fall over if the wind picks up."I ate. Maren was already gone from the second cot, and when I asked, Dessa just shrugged."Council let her sit in. She has history with my uncle, apparently. Nobody's explained the details to me, and I've stopped asking.""You don't like not knowing things.""I don't like being handled." She said it flatly, without heat, like a simple fact about herself she'd stopped bothering to get."It comes with being the lord's nie