All Chapters of Student of the Alpha Princes: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

One Day To Lyla's BirthdayLyla POV:The transition from unconsciousness to sudden alertness was jarring. My eyes fluttered open, and I was greeted by an expanse of golden vaulted ceilings adorned with intricately designed chandeliers. The light they emitted was soft and gentle, not stinging my eyes but offering just enough clarity to distinguish the lush details of the room.Every inch of the room screamed opulence. The walls were painted a deep burgundy, complemented by golden patterns that danced along the perimeter. Luxurious tapestries hung, detailing historical events that I didn't recognize. The floor beneath me was soft, a plush carpet woven with designs that held an unfamiliar crest. I was laid out on a canopy bed, its posts carved from rich mahogany and draped with deep crimson and gold velvets.The room's opulence was stifling. While the glow from the chandeliers was gentle, they cast eerie shadows on the walls. The massive bed on which I lay seemed to swallow me whole with

One Day To Lyla's BirthdayLyla POV:Following Elara through the winding corridors of this dark, foreboding palace, I couldn't help but feel like a mouse in a snake's den. Every step I took on the cold, hard floor echoed through the emptiness, adding to the tightening knot in my stomach. The walls seemed to close in on me, their towering heights a constant reminder that I was no longer within the safe confines of the academy or the comforting proximity of my brothers, Cameron, and Samual. Oh, how I missed their protective auras, their warm smiles that could light up even my darkest days.Elara's heels clicked authoritatively on the floor as we neared a set of large, intricately designed double doors. They swung open as if anticipating our arrival, revealing a dimly lit room adorned with ancient tapestries and dark, heavy furniture. Sitting at the far end, behind an antique desk, was Noah. His eyes, green as a serpent's, locked onto mine."Ah, you've brought her, Elara," he said, his v

Samuel POV:The air in the Dean's office was thick, almost suffocating, as if the walls themselves could sense our collective anguish. Seated alongside my brothers, my sister, and various members of our royal army, I found it hard to focus. Cameron's jaw was set, a telltale sign of his inner turmoil. Our sister Alana, who had been through a harrowing ordeal, began her recount for the second time. We had asked her to repeat her story, not out of disbelief, but out of desperation to catch any detail we might have overlooked the first time. Alana cleared her throat."As I said, we had formed a protective circle around Lyla. The explosion happened so fast; it was disorienting. They had the element of surprise on their side."Her eyes met mine, haunted and remorseful, as if she could have single-handedly fended off the attack and saved our mate."After the explosion, I remember fighting back. I was outnumbered; we all were. But they were particularly interested in Lyla. They managed to sep

Lyla POV:Within the walls of this lavish room, I find no comfort. The golden adornments and intricate tapestries are meaningless distractions. No matter how much I try to focus on the artwork or the view from the window, my thoughts relentlessly drift back to Cameron and Samuel.An inexplicable pull tugs at the very core of my being, growing stronger with each minute that ticks away. It's as if an invisible force keeps telling me they should be near. Could it be? But the rational part of my mind dismisses the thought almost as quickly as it surfaces. I'm a nobody. How could princes ever be destined for someone like me?The door to my room suddenly swings open, and he walks in—Noah. Dressed impeccably as always, he exudes an aura of enigmatic charm. My heart skips a beat, and for a moment, I forget how to breathe."Ah, mi cara," Noah says as he steps into the room, his eyes twinkling with a mischief that unsettles me. "Your birthday is mere minutes away. And while I have some affinity

Samuel POV:The moment the clock struck midnight, a piercing howl erupted in my mind. It wasn't just a howl; it was a cry, a scream of anguish that shook me to my core. Beside me, Cameron recoiled as if struck, his eyes wide with the same torment I felt."It's midnight," Cameron muttered, his voice tinged with disbelief and something darker, something like despair. "It's her birthday, Sam. It's Lyla's birthday today, and our wolves are—""In agony," I finished for him. "As if a part of them—of us—has been violently ripped away."The room we were in, usually a haven of strategy and planning, seemed to close in on us. The charts and maps spread out across the table faded into insignificance. Faces of council members turned toward us, concern etching their features, but their expressions were a blur. All I could hear was the persistent howl of my wolf, a haunting melody of pain and loss."We know it's Lyla's birthday," I said, my eyes meeting Cameron's. "But why would that cause our wolv