All Chapters of Too Late, Prince! I’m No Longer Your Chubby Luna: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

ALORA POVThe threshold of the forestry cabin smelled of rotting cedar, damp ash, and the sharp, metallic tang of cold copper.Alexander pushed the heavy oak door open with a single, sweeping kick, his broad frame completely filling the doorway. In his right hand, his kinetic static flared brightly, illuminating the pitch-black interior in rhythmic pulses of pale blue light. I stood inches behind his left shoulder, my White Light flared to a steady, pearl-white luminescence, casting long, ethereal shadows across the log walls.Julian was cowering behind an overturned pine table in the center of the room, his round glasses hanging crookedly off one ear, his trembling hands clutching a heavy iron fireplace poker. Sarah was huddled beside him, her face completely drained of color, staring wide-eyed at the far corner of the cabin."Julian!" I called out, stepping into the room while Alexander kept his eyes locked on the darkness ahead. "What happened? Are you hurt?""The... the floor!" Ju

PATRICK POVThe subterranean corridors beneath the grand stone hall of Stormfang had remained ice-cold for seventeen years.I descended the winding, torch-lit stone staircase alone, my heavy iron-soled boots striking the granite steps with a steady, commanding rhythm. Heavy black furs draped across my broad shoulders, swaying with every step. Up in the Great Hall, my generals were drinking mulled wine, celebrating another prosperous harvest under my absolute rule. They thought their High Alpha was simply conducting a routine inspection of the fortress perimeter.They had no idea that the real crown of Stormfang rested in the lowest pit beneath the foundation stone.I unlocked the massive, runic-reinforced iron door with the heavy brass key hanging around my neck. The heavy hinges groaned in protest, swinging open into a damp, cavernous cell illuminated only by the faint, eerie shimmer of ancient warding runes carved into the floor.In the center of the cell, suspended four feet off th

ALEXANDER POVThe heavy oak doors of the old humanities hall creaked open, echoing down the dark, abandoned corridor.I checked my phone screen in the dim amber light filtering through the stained-glass windows: 7:55 PM. My father, Marcus, had called me three times from Ironford before I finally picked up. His voice had sounded strangely tight, breathless with an anxiety he tried hopelessly to disguise behind his usual booming, blacksmith cheer.“Alexander,” Marcus had barked over the static-filled line. “I left a wooden crate of my old iron forge schematics in Supply Room 204 back when I did maintenance work for Northridge last night. Go grab it tonight. Don't ask questions, just get the box and bring it back to your dorm. Happy eighteenth birthday, son.”Eighteen. Today was September nineteenth.I grumbled low under my breath, my gravelly baritone vibrating against the quiet lockers. Leave it to my old man to send me on a heavy-lifting chore in an empty building as an eighteenth bir

ALORA POVThe morning sun over Northridge University was pale, sickly, and utterly devoid of warmth.I sat at the corner table of the crowded dining hall, staring down at my untouched plate of toast. Around me, hundreds of students were laughing, gossiping, and complaining about early morning lectures. They looked so painfully, blissfully normal.I picked up a metal butter knife, my fingers trembling slightly. The moment my tongue brushed the side of my upper jaw, a dull, agonizing ache throbbed through my gums.My teeth hadn't gone back to normal.I had spent two agonizing hours in front of my bathroom mirror before dawn, pulling my top lip back, staring in sheer terror at the elongated, knife-sharp canines gleaming beneath the bright fluorescent vanity light. I had tried pressing them back up, praying it was just some terrible allergic reaction to mountain pine or raw iron, but they remained firmly rooted—predatory, lethal, and undeniably real."Alora? Are you even listening to me?"

ALEXANDER POVThe stench of burnt leather and ozone hung thick over the damp pine grove.I stood rooted to the earth, my broad shoulders heaving, my boots sank deep into the mud. Blue static crackled lazily across my knuckles, dying out in tiny, sputtering wisps against the cold air. A few yards away, the shattered trunk of a pine tree groaned before snapping completely, crashing into the brush with a heavy, dull thud.Beside me, Alora was still on her knees, her hands buried in the wet pine needles, her chest moving in rapid, shallow gasps. The divine pearl-gold glow that had erupted from her body had receded, but her dark hair was wild, her eyes wide with unadulterated terror as she stared at the empty ravine where the stalker had been hurled."Alexander..." she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath. She looked down at her hands—hands that had just unleashed a shockwave capable of tearing through flesh and shadow. "What... what did we just do?""We survived," I growled out,