All Chapters of The Alphas Princess: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter 11: The Crimson WatcherScarlett’s POVLillias was fire in her human form, but when I took control, we became something far more primal. I was her wolf, her counterpart, and her protector. I was her instincts, her ferocity, and her will to survive. And right now, every fiber of my being screamed for me to take over.The rogue standing across from us wasn’t just a threat; he was a sickness. The kind of wolf that carried darkness wherever he went. His scent reached me before he even stepped into the clearing, thick and acrid, like burnt wood mixed with spoiled meat. It clung to the air, an omen of decay and violence.When he finally emerged from the shadows, I took him in fully. His wolf was lean, almost gaunt, but it was a mistake to think that made him weak. His muscles were wiry and taut, like a coiled spring waiting to strike. His fur was a muddy brown streaked with black, a patchwork of uneven tones that matched the scars crisscrossing his body. The most prominent scar cut a

Chapter 13: The Price of Power Silas’s POV The rogue’s scent still lingered heavily in the air, a twisted reminder of the threat that had just passed through the clearing. It was thick and bitter, a mark of danger and malice. Even though he was gone, I couldn’t shake the feeling that his presence still hovered like a storm cloud. My wolf, Rafe, was restless beneath my skin, but it wasn’t just the rogue that had him on edge—it was the fact that Lillias had been so exposed to him. I turned to her as she stood there in the dim light of the moon, her body trembling ever so slightly, a mix of adrenaline and fear still coursing through her veins. The remnants of her dress lay in tatters on the ground, shredded by Scarlett’s sudden shift. My chest tightened as I watched her carefully. Lillias was a striking figure. Her skin, pale as moonlight, seemed even more fragile in the clearing’s dim glow. Her long, dark hair was a tangled mess, falling over her shoulders in wild, untamed waves. But

Chapter 15: The Cost of Truth Silas’s POV The night pressed down on us like a weight, the forest thick with the scent of pine and damp earth. The air had cooled, the soft breeze brushing through the trees, and yet, the lingering heat of our encounter with the rogue still held tight in my chest. It had been a close call—too close. The rogue had nearly gotten what he wanted, but I wasn’t about to let that happen again. Not while Lillias was still standing by my side. Lillias. I couldn’t keep my thoughts from drifting back to her, no matter how much I tried to focus on the surroundings. Her presence was like a fire in the cold night, warm and dangerous, pushing me forward and holding me back all at once. The feel of her hand in mine was both a reminder of what I was fighting for and a constant weight on my shoulders, a reminder of how much was at stake. She was standing a little apart from me now, still gazing into the woods with sharp, calculating eyes. It was clear she wasn’t

Chapter 17: The Weight of Command Alpha Callum’s POV I stood at the edge of the pack house, gazing out into the distance, the wind carrying the scent of pine and earth that always seemed to calm me in times of uncertainty. It wasn’t just the changing of the seasons I was sensing. There was something more, a subtle shift in the air that weighed heavily on my shoulders. Lillias stood at my side, her presence a comfort, yet a reminder of the responsibility I carried. She had always been strong—my pride and joy—but now, with the knowledge of the looming threat upon us, the weight of her future role as Alpha settled even heavier on both of us. I had raised her for this, trained her to be ready. But nothing could have prepared me for the unexpected turn of events that had now brought Silas to our doorstep. I had heard of Silas, of course—everyone had. The stories of the rogue who had once walked in the shadows, a wolf with a reputation for bending the rules and forging dangerous alliance

Chapter 19: The Challenger Garrick’s POV The training field buzzed with the kind of energy that made your muscles tense and your instincts sharp. Pack warriors stood in a wide circle, their voices a low hum of anticipation. I stood in the center, my fists clenched and my weight balanced as I sized up Silas. He didn’t look rattled. If anything, he looked calm—too calm. His eyes, sharp and ice-blue, locked onto me like a predator waiting to strike. He wasn’t one of those wolves who relied on posturing or brute strength to make a statement. His confidence wasn’t loud—it was deadly quiet. I rolled my shoulders, the tension in the air making my wolf, Bronn, restless. “Watch him,” Bronn growled in my mind. “He’s quick. Calculated. He’s not here to lose.” “Neither am I,” I shot back, narrowing my focus as Kai gave the signal. “Begin!” I moved first, launching forward with a powerful right hook aimed for his ribs. My size had always been my advantage—bigger, stronger, and harder to take