The stolen lycan princess
I command, my voice low and steady, resonating with the wildness of the night around us.
His gaze flickers to the remaining wolves who now hesitate, uncertainty rippling through them. The realization dawns on him… he is no longer the apex predator; he is the hunted.
“Enough!” he finally barks, raising his hands in defeat. “I surrender. You’ve won this battle, Aloria. But know this isn’t over.”
The words hang in the air, but I don’t care. I have won and it is over, and the storm that rages around us has become a symbol of our victory. I glance back at River, who stands amidst the chaos, his eyes filled with pride and fierce determination.
Hot Chapters