Semua Bab Orphaned Queen Goddess: Bab 241 - Bab 250

Celine POVThe stronghold hums with movement as we prepare the children to leave.The ones who have already been placed, the Fae-born, the merfolk, the dragons, the vampires, and the bear shifters, stand in organized groups, waiting for their escorts to take them back to their respective kingdoms. Their faces are still uncertain, but for the first time, there’s a sense of direction.A purpose.King Thorne and Queen Nymia stand with the children meant for the Fae Kingdom, speaking softly to them, their presence far more reassuring than Jonathan’s ever could be. This is their responsibility. These children were stolen from their lands, and now it’s up to them to welcome them back.The vampire-born children stand slightly apart from the others, their postures stiff, their red-tinted eyes flickering toward Aarmon. They recognize him. Whether as one of their own or as someone who holds power, it’s hard to tell.Aarmon exhales and finally steps toward them. “You’ll be taken back to the Vamp

JonathanThe conversation shifts quickly. Now that the decision is made, we plan for it.Sebastian straightens, his eyes scanning over us. “The children staying with us can’t be left behind, but we can’t have them in the middle of this either.”Celine nods. “They’ll travel in a separate vehicle, at a distance. Close enough that we can reach them if anything happens, but far enough that they aren’t caught in the fight.”Ulrich crosses his arms. “Who will guard them?”“Some of Sebastian’s men,” I answer. “Handpicked warriors who won’t leave their side. They’ll be under strict orders, protect, don’t engage.” I don't trust others soldiers, Sebastian's men will follow him, and the other royals, they are still skeptical about the children.Dolton shifts slightly, his eyes darkening. “Leif stays with us.”Sebastian exhales, clearly expecting this. “Fine,” he says. “But he stays in the car. With the guards.”Dolton’s jaw tightens. “I should be with him.”“You will be,” Celine says before Seba

Celine POVI am completely at his mercy, and the realization sends another surge of desire coursing through me. He must sense it, because his rhythm changes, becomes more urgent. The ridges along his length hit places inside me that make stars burst behind my eyelids.“Look at me,” he demands, and I force my heavy lids open to meet his gaze. The intensity I find there steals what little breath remains in my lungs. “I want to see your eyes when you shatter for me again.”His tail slides between our bodies, finding that sensitive bundle of nerves with unerring precision. The triple sensation, his cock filling me, his scales against my skin, the tip of his tail circling my clit, is overwhelming. His tail moves again and I whine“Helios,” I gasp, feeling myself climbing toward another peak. “Please—” His hand drops between us, his fingers rubbing against my clit. Before I can process much, I feel his tail snake around my leg, the tip of his tail pushes into my ass.“Yes,” he hisses, his g

CelineThe morning air is crisp, the lingering darkness still heavy around us as we move forward. I walk beside Dolton at the front of the convoy, my steps steady, but my thoughts are anything but.Everything feels too still. Too quiet.The attack went as planned. We got the children. The exiled and witches were dealt with. And yet, there’s a weight in my chest that won’t leave. It's not from us getting ready to face the werewolf King either. It's more than that.Dolton glances at me as we walk, his Lycan form massive beside me. “You’re thinking too much.”I exhale slowly. “And you’re not thinking enough.”His ears twitch at that, but his voice stays even. “No point worrying about things we can’t change.”“But what if I can?” I look ahead, my gaze distant. “What if I should?”Dolton stays silent for a moment, waiting for me to continue. He knows me well enough to tell when something’s bothering me.“It’s Sebastian,” I fi

SebastianQueen Nymia and Queen Sereia exchange another glance, something unspoken passing between them before Nymia speaks.“We can combine our magic to get answers,” she says, her voice even, measured.Queen Sereia nods. “But it will hurt.”I don’t hesitate. “I don’t care.”Nymia studies me, her sharp gaze unwavering. “You say that now, but this isn’t just pain, Sebastian. This magic is not meant to be used on dragons. Your kind resists outside influence, and forcing our way in will cause agony beyond what you’ve ever known.”Meeting her gaze, I don't react or flinch. “I need answers.”Sereia leans forward slightly. “We will have to silence you.”Tensing beside me, Jonathan's posture shifts.Sereia continues, her tone firm. “The pain will be enough to rip your throat raw if you try to scream. If we do this, you won&rsq