All Chapters of The Lost Lycan Princess : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

⸻Chapter Two The sun cracks through the window, I look to the side and I see 4:54am, not bad my alarm goes off at 5am. I turn the Alarm off and Start my day, I grab my clothes and head into the bathroom before everyone else wakes up. I get ready for work and head down stairs to see Martha, who has already made breakfast for us all, I grab something and head out the door shouting my goodbyes. My journey to the bakery isn’t close, so I often daydream on my way through the forest into the village. —— Seven Days One week. Seven days. That was all that stood between Ivy and the answer she had spent her entire life dreading. Would her wolf finally awaken… Or would she become the first person in pack history to reach eighteen without one? The question followed her everywhere. She heard it in the lowered voices outside the bakery. Saw it in the sympathetic smiles from elderly pack members. Felt it in the curious stares of children who had learned to shift years before. She

Chapter Four Whispers Beneath the Surface Five days. That was all that remained. The number followed Ivy like a shadow. Five days until her eighteenth birthday. Five days until the questions that had haunted her entire life would finally have answers. Or leave her with even more. ⸻ The silver sparks had vanished by morning. If she hadn’t remembered the warmth that had lingered in her fingertips, Ivy would have convinced herself it had all been a dream. The voice. The glowing wolf. The words. “You have never been broken.” She had repeated them over and over in her mind until sleep finally claimed her again. Yet even now, they refused to leave. ⸻ “Ivy?” Martha waved a hand in front of her face. “You’ve stirred the porridge for nearly ten minutes.” Ivy blinked. “Oh.” “You’ve been somewhere else all morning.” “I just… didn’t sleep very well.” Martha studied her carefully. The old woman had raised enough abandoned pups to know when something was wrong. But Ivy lo

I’d be happy to! One note before we continue: because Ivy is still 17 (with four days until her birthday), I’ll keep the romance age-appropriate and continue building the emotional connection between her and Kael. Once she turns 18, I can absolutely help write the more passionate mate-bond scenes if that’s the direction you want to take. ⸻ Chapter Six The Forgotten Truth Three Days. The words echoed relentlessly through Ivy’s mind. Three days until her eighteenth birthday. Three days until either her wolf awakened… Or her world fell apart. Yet after the Moon Festival, something had changed. For the first time in years, she hadn’t felt alone. She found herself replaying the dance over and over. Kael’s steady hands. His quiet smile. The way he’d looked at her as though she were simply… Ivy. Not the orphan. Not the girl without a wolf. Just Ivy. She hated how much that mattered. ⸻ The village awoke to chaos. The warning bell rang before sunrise. One long toll. The

⸻ Chapter Eight One Day One day. By tomorrow night, everything would change. Whether for better or worse… No one knew. The entire Blackridge Pack felt it. Warriors sharpened their blades more often than necessary. The elders whispered together in hushed voices. Even the pups seemed quieter, as though instinct warned them that something important was approaching. Only Ivy wished time would stop. ⸻ Kael had barely sat down to breakfast when someone burst through the doors of the Alpha House. “Brother!” A whirlwind of chestnut curls launched herself across the room before Kael could even stand. She wrapped him in a fierce hug. “I’ve missed you!” Kael sighed, though a smile tugged at his lips. “I’ve only been away from the house for three days.” “Exactly.” The young woman stepped back, her bright amber eyes sparkling with mischief. She was twenty-two, fiercely independent, and one of the pack’s best healers. Princesses belonged in stories. But if Blackridge had ev

⸻ Chapter Ten The Eighteenth Moon The first rays of dawn broke over Blackridge Pack. It was Ivy’s birthday. For a long moment, she simply lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. Eighteen. The number didn’t feel real. She had imagined this day for as long as she could remember. Some nights she had dreamed of waking to hear her wolf’s voice. Other nights she had feared waking to nothing at all. Now the day had finally arrived… And the silence inside her was deafening. She slowly placed a hand over her heart. Nothing. No wolf. No voice. No bond. Only her own heartbeat. A lump formed in her throat. “So this is it…” ⸻ The orphanage was unusually lively. Martha had insisted on making Ivy’s favourite breakfast—fresh pancakes drizzled with honey and wild berries. Lila arrived before the sun had fully risen, carrying an armful of white lilies. “Happy birthday!” She hugged Ivy tightly. “Eighteen looks good on you.” “I’ve only been eighteen for an hour.” “Exactly.” Marth