All Chapters of Too Late, Prince! I’m No Longer Your Chubby Luna: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

LYDIA POVSilence hung over the courtyard of Stormfang, so dense that the rustle of pine needles in the mountain wind sounded like falling stone.Patrick remained on his knees, his hands trembling against the blood-stained cobblestones, his eyes searching my face for a single sign of soft hesitation. A flicker of pity. A whisper of the girl who used to stand in the shadows of Silverfang’s grand hall, praying that the Alpha Prince might look at her with something other than disgust.He found none."Lydia..." Patrick’s voice was a broken whisper, stripped of the commanding arrogance that had once defined him. "The mate bond... I know I shattered it. I know I destroyed the trust between us. But I will spend every remaining day of my life earning the right to stand beside you. I will surrender my claim to Silverfang’s throne if that is what you ask. Just... do not close the door forever."I looked down at him—at his dark hair matted with sweat and dirt, at the tears tracking through the s

LYDIA POVThe roaring wind of the high mountain passes whipped against my face, carrying the crisp scent of ozone and clouds.Below us, the jagged peaks of Stormfang’s border range gave way to vast, rolling emerald plains. I leaned slightly forward in the leather saddle, my fingers buried in the thick, silver-white feathers of the giant imperial griffin carrying me across the sky. Beside me, flying in close formation, Adrian rode his own jet-black beast, his dark furs billowing in the gale."First time on a griffin?" Adrian shouted over the rushing wind, a rare, open grin breaking across his sharp features."First time leaving the eastern territory!" I called back, a genuine laugh escaping my throat.For seven years, my world had been confined to the perimeter of Silverfang’s estate—the dark basement, the quiet potion rooms, and the grand hall where I was expected to stand in the corner like an unsightly piece of furniture. Now, the entire continent stretched out beneath me, open, vas

LYDIA POVShards of stained glass rained down like colored ice as shadow-clad assassins crashed through the high vaulted ceiling of the Imperial Chamber."Hold the dais!" Adrian’s voice boomed, his lethal Alpha aura flaring outward in a wave of crushing pressure.He unsheathed his broadsword with a sharp metallic ring, stepping directly onto the first marble step below the throne. Alongside him, the four remaining golden-armored Imperial Guards locked their heavy shields together, forming an iron wall around High Sovereign Valerius and me.I couldn't look up. I couldn't move.My palms were locked against the Sovereign’s chest. The White Light was mid-purge, burning away the final, stubborn knots of dark magic coiled around his heart. If I pulled my hands away now, the magic would recoil—shattering his chest cavity and severing my own connection to the light forever."Maintain the spell, Lydia!" Adrian shouted, his voice steady even as a shadow-blade scraped against his armor. "No one

LYDIA POVThe champagne flutes clicked, the velvet banners fluttered in the warm draft of the grand ballroom, and the laughter of two hundred nobles echoed off the gilded ceilings of Sunreach.To anyone watching, the victory feast was a masterpiece of imperial splendor. High Sovereign Valerius sat upon his raised dais, health fully restored, while the Alphas of the Continental Assembly toasted to the signing of the Grand Imperial Charter.I stood at the edge of the high balcony, my fingers lightly resting against the stone railing. I wore a striking gown of deep forest green, structured with silver boning that hugged my curves comfortably, the embroidered silver moon-lilies along the hem glowing faintly under the chandelier light."You're not drinking," a quiet, smooth voice said behind me.Adrian stepped up to the railing, holding two crystal glasses. He had shed his heavy war armor for a formal dark velvet tunic, though the bandaging beneath his left shoulder still made his movement

LYDIA POVThe air inside the shattered vault instantly froze.My breath plumed into thick white mist as the eight-foot-tall Harbinger stepped over the threshold of broken iron. Its armor of black ice hissed against the stone floor, emitting a suffocating aura of null-magic that slammed into my chest like a lead weight.Inside my spirit, the White Light flickered wildly—not dying, but suffocating, like a candle trapped beneath a heavy glass jar."Lydia, stay behind me," Adrian growled, scrambling to his feet.Even with his wounds freshly closed, his face was pale, sweat dripping down his sharp jawline. He raised his hunting dagger in his left hand and picked up his heavy broadsword with his right, his posture widening into a defensive stance."Your light... can you use it?" Adrian asked softly, never taking his eyes off the creature."It’s suppressed," I gritted out, my hands trembling as I tried to force the divine energy to my palms. The magic felt heavy, sluggish, like trying to pul