All Chapters of The Princess in the Shadows: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

LyraLyra’s breath caught in her throat at Veyron’s declaration as he announced it to the entire room. Her hands pressed to her chest, her heart thundering beneath her fingertips. The words spun in her head, but they didn’t make sense. She hadn’t been prepared for this, hadn’t even accepted it. She couldn’t hear any more of the words exchanged between Veyron and the man, her ears drowning in the violent waves of emotion crashing over her.Her gaze darted from one face to the next. A mix of confusion, wariness, and curiosity written across warriors’ faces. The maids stood in a tight knot, their jealousy and awe evident in their glances. But it was the silence that truly spoke volumes. Finally, her gaze landed on Garrick. He sat among the others, looking sick. The hurt in his eyes twisted in her gut, and for a moment, she wanted nothing more than to reach out to him, to tell him it wasn’t what he thought, that she hadn’t asked for this. But the words felt too heavy, the moment too fra

VeyronAs Veyron strode through the dimly lit corridors of the den, Eryx prowled restlessly the edges of his mind."You felt it too," the wolf rumbled, his voice a low growl of unease.Veyron clenched his fists. “The Gate’s waking. It’s been more active the closer we get to the centennial eclipse festival.”"Moon’s blood calls it. It’s not just a festival. It honors the celestial alignment, but don’t forget its deeper purpose.” Eryx warned him.Veyron shook his head. “I am not like most. I remember how we must prepare for the events the eclipse heralds.” “And the girl?" Eryx sneered, voice edged with frustration. "You pushed her, tested her, and yet you hesitate."Veyron snarled under his breath, “She unsettles me.”"She’s meant to."At the base of a hidden archway, cloaked in shadow, the Mistress of Shadows waited, her presence felt before she spoke."You’re late," she murmured, her voice like silk spun over steel.Veyron stepped forward, unfazed. "The Gate would not shatter if I to

VeyronDarkness receded in waves, leaving behind the Crescent Gate’s cryptic whispers. Veyron staggered to his feet, as his vision cleared, the portal’s pulsating glow illuminating his silhouette. He cradled his head in both hands as the visions dispersed. The gate’s power always left him temporarily crippled, feeding off him with an unquenchable appetite. His wolf whimpered, feeling the toll through their eternal link.“The Demon Lord mobilizes,” Eryx said, his tone grim. “This is a warning.”Veyron exhaled slowly, rolling his shoulders. “Then we answer it. Patrols will triple. The festival will be a breeding ground for chaos.”He’s after our mate. Our connection to the gate makes her a target.Veyron’s jaw tightened. He couldn’t let her fall to him. When he left, she would go with him. There was no other option.The mistress stepped closer. She had been watching from a distance, silent and observant, waiting for him to emerge. She didn’t ask if he was all right. She already knew the

Kyline Kyline stormed into Veyron’s quarters, fully aware of the danger of facing the Alpha like this. But she would not let him treat Lyra however he pleased. She had stood by once while her stepfamily broke the girl down—she would not make the same mistake again. Veyron stood near his desk, half-turned away. Exhaustion showed in the dark circles under his eyes, shoulders tensed as if forcing him to remain upright. He looked drained. Weak. But she didn’t care. “I brought her here because you take in those with no home,” she seethed, not waiting for him to turn his attention to her. “Lost wolves, those with no pack… but that doesn’t mean you can do whatever you want with them.” 

VeyronVeyron’s exhaustion dragged at him, a dull ache from the use of the Crescent Gate pulsing through his limbs. But when Lyra shoved the papers off his desk, adrenaline shot through him. Eryx stirred, more alert than he had been in hours. The boldness of her challenge thrown at his feet awakened a hunger he couldn’t ignore.She was trembling, clearly afraid, but that didn’t stop her from pushing him. He sniffed the air, the smell of fear coating the space between them. Yet it was her courage that sparked the yearning in his groin. A low, primal growl rumbled in his chest, but he swallowed it, willing himself to control the urge to close the distance between them."Do you really think that was a good idea?" he asked, his voice dark, an edge of amusement threading through the calm. He couldn’t help the way the words escaped, relishing the way her body reacted to him.The sound of her pounding heart was almost too loud in his heightened state. She couldn’t meet his eyes, her gaze dro