Lahat ng Kabanata ng Missing: The Woodland's Luna Queen: Kabanata 141 - Kabanata 150

On the Royal yacht, kilometers from the coast of Canada, the Crown Prince and his wife lounged, enjoying a cold fruit juice. Clyde absentmindedly stroked Joanna's round belly as she closed her eyes contentedly, the gentle rocking of the yacht lulling her into a state of serene bliss. “Are you ready for the big confrontation, love?” he asked softly. “This soap opera has come to an end; all parties involved in the scheme have been exposed. The Queen is the only one we must handle with kid gloves.” Joanna sighed and opened her eyes, her gaze soft and forgiving.“Her intentions were good,” she defended her mother-in-law. “I think I would have done the same if my grandchildren were at risk of being trapped in a labyrinth of conspiracies. Abel and Jace had their plans for our pups, and Mariam jumped in like a saving angel.”Clyde shook his head in resignation, knowing he should have anticipated Joanna would defend his mother. The two had always been very close; there was no needle between t

“Hey lovebirds, we’re back. The mission was a successful one.”Alira’s cheerful voice interrupted the couple on the yacht's deck, her words cutting through the gentle lapping of waves against the hull.As Clyde and Joanna peeked over the railing, they spotted the sailboat belonging to the Third Prince, Carlo, and his mate alongside the yacht. The couple radiated happiness, their sun-kissed skin a testament to a delightful day spent under the warm embrace of the sun. The sailing trip they had embarked on that morning had clearly done them good, their spirits lifted as they had also spent some private time together.Carlo helped his mate over the low threshold of the yacht before securing the sailboat and stepping inside. As they took the stairs to the deck, he quickly kissed Alira’s neck, where his mark was clearly visible, a symbol of their bond. Alira wore only a high-cut swimsuit that beautifully accentuated her figure, the vibrant colors a stark contrast to her tanned skin.When Al

Prins Alessandro’s Point of ViewWhen we jumped aboard the extravagant Royal yacht, a wave of joyful energy swept through everyone. The polished deck gleamed under the afternoon sun, reflecting the festive atmosphere.We were all mated and happy, which seemed to strengthen our bond with one another, a sense of closeness pervades the air. All four Royal offspring had now found their mates, and my father was going to be so thrilled when we arrived at the Palace with this news.I had been the only one without a mate, A persistent void that has finally been filled.Joyce had made me the happiest man on earth, her presence a constant source of joy. Before long, our mates changed into their swimwear, their laughter echoing across the deck. I noticed that only Joyce and Joanna wore bikinis and shook my head in disbelief, a playful smirk on my lips.It looked like only Clyde and I were confident, while Carlo and Zane still didn’t allow their mates to walk around half-naked among family membe

"You are definitely being biased and completely wrong, Joyce!"Joanna's voice rang with authority with a clear note of admonishment as she addressed her friend. Their relationship had evolved far beyond that of mere colleagues, they are all family now.Joanna had no intention of pandering to this stubborn woman. The atmosphere on the yacht was at a low ebb the moment Joyce and Alessandro returned, their faces were stormy and tense, they had clearly been at odds.They each took separate seats, staring off in different directions, creating a chasm between them. When Carlo and Alira didn’t join the group, which only intensified the coldness, the silence heavy with unspoken words.Clyde had summoned the men and taken Alessandro aside, leaving Joanna acutely aware that she had to take care of the women. She gathered her friends and retreated to the stern of the yacht, seeking a private space to discuss the matter. Natali went to find Alira, who was quietly sobbing on a cou

Alessandro stepped into the hut assigned to him and Joyce.The conversation he dreaded had to take place, a confrontation he knew was unavoidable.He knew he had misbehaved toward her, his actions rash and impulsive. Although it hurt that she treated him with such coldness, he realized he was not prepared to give up the perfect bond they shared. Many years had passed while he impatiently waited for her, never willing to commit to another woman because he was certain he had a fated mate, someone waiting for him somewhere.Still, he couldn’t shake the fierce, accusatory look in Joyce’s eyes from his mind.She had used the few words she overheard to blame him, without even listening to his side of the story, her judgment swift and unforgiving. Carlo and Alira had spoken only briefly, without going into details, yet she was ready to lash out at him.Yet a flash of reason struck him, they had only been mates for a few hours, And they were still in the process of learning how to deal with t