All Chapters of The Royal Blood of the Lycan Princess: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The sun was gentle and warm as Bea and I made our way down to the lake, a calm, secluded place that we’d claimed as our own over the years. The air was scented with the lush, earthy smell of the forest, and the soft rush of water against the shoreline brought a sense of peace I hadn’t felt in a long time. It was a perfect day to escape, to savor these last moments together. "Are you nervous about leaving?" Bea asked as she spread out the blanket, glancing over at me with a mixture of curiosity and concern. I took a deep breath, letting the scent of pine fill my lungs. “Honestly? A little,” I admitted, settling down beside her. “I mean… the Kingdom is a whole different world. It’s dangerous, especially for someone like me.” Bea’s brow furrowed, worry flickering in her eyes. “You’re not just someone, Amelia. You’re powerful. But… being in the Lycan Kingdom,” she hesitated, her voice dropping as she echoed Alpha Cedric’s warning. “You know what the Alpha said—it’s different there. Lyc

As we stepped into the kingdom, a peculiar silence settled over the streets. Everything looked normal, yet my senses tingled with a mix of nervousness and awe. People whispered among themselves, some pointing our way as we passed by, their eyes shifting from the twins, Blue and Grey, to me. I knew most of these people weren't entirely human; there was a palpable aura of power around them. And beyond that, a feeling in the air, almost instinctive, told me that most of these onlookers were Lycans. It was overwhelming. I could feel my pulse quicken, and my fingers dug into Blue's arm, seeking some form of reassurance. Blue turned his head slightly, his gaze soft and comforting. "How are you holding up, Amelia?" he murmured, so only I could hear. I swallowed, trying to steady my voice. "Honestly? I’m terrified," I admitted. "It feels like everyone is watching… judging." Grey’s voice came from my other side, smooth and steady. "You’ll be okay," he said, offering me a quick, reassuring s

The first few days of training were like stepping into a dream—and a nightmare. The palace teachers, with their strict postures and watchful eyes, observed my every move, correcting even the slightest misstep. They drilled me in all the finer points of royal etiquette: how to stand, how to hold a teacup, how to speak with an air of calm authority. Every gesture, every word, had to be perfectly measured. I fumbled at first, feeling clumsy and out of place. But as the hours wore on, something strange began to happen. Movements I thought would feel foreign instead came naturally, almost instinctively, as if some hidden part of me had always known how to move with elegance and grace. A few times, I heard whispers as the teachers glanced at each other, nodding with satisfaction. “She’s a natural,” one of them said quietly, as if marveling at something unexpected. A warmth b

I spent the days after the trial in a strange, muted haze. Everything I had learned in the court gnawed at me, refusing to leave me in peace. I tried to find solace in my room, hiding from the curious gazes of the palace staff, but it didn’t help. The truth was, I didn’t know where I belonged anymore. Being here in the kingdom felt like a betrayal of everything I’d been through, and yet, returning to Wood Mist Pack seemed impossible now. Lea was my constant companion, her quiet presence a balm to my aching soul. She sat with me for hours, talking softly, trying to distract me with stories from her own life. She even brought books from the palace library and offered to teach me about Lycan history, though the thought of it only twisted the knife in my heart. History, after all, was what had condemned my family and left me with nothing but questions. 

Days had slipped by since Darius had vanished, his absence like a shadow that clung to every corner of my life. I’d been growing accustomed to our lessons, to his sharp wit, his guidance, and even to the way he always seemed to know the exact moment my mind began to wander. He was more than a teacher; he was becoming an anchor. So, when he disappeared without a word, I couldn’t ignore the pang of betrayal that settled in my chest. In the days that followed, I found myself making excuses for him. Perhaps he’d been sent on an urgent mission or called away by a family matter. But each passing day without a single word from him chipped away at my hope. In desperation, I turned to Lea, asking her to look into his whereabouts quietly. Her return brought news that felt like a punch to the gut. “Lady Amelia,” sh