All Chapters of His Miracle Luna-the Forsaken Lycan Queen: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Elena’s POVThe Roosevelt Pack was quieter than I had expected it would be.As I walked inside the packhouse with a few warriors with me in the distance, which Jayden insisted I bring with me, I didn’t even encounter anything unusual.There are no gossiping members or staff, and there are no awkward glances. Aside from the official members who were assigned to usher me inside, everyone went about their own business like any other day.All through my walk in the living room, all I heard was the hum of the central cooling system in this extremely hot weather and the faint scent of freshly brewed coffee.“Elena…”Duchess Hermoine Gallop greeted me with a faint smile as we met eyes.She’s standing at the base of the staircase, dressed simply in a navy wrap blouse and crisp white slacks. She looked extremely elegant without even trying. Unlike most of the royal members, she looked like she didn’t care about her status, nor did she have anything to prove.Duchess Hermione Gallop was a dista

Elena’s POV“Princess Elena!”I was already at the pack’s gate and was about to enter my car when one of the Duchess’ servants rushed toward me, calling while excessively waving her hand to get my attention.Breathing heavily, she smiled at me and composed herself as she stood upright. “Princess Elena, the Duchess said that if you have time, she would like to invite you for another visit. Or if you prefer, she’ll visit your pack instead.”It might be because I show a sign of shock on my face that she added with a wider smile, “The Duchess wishes to be your friend.”To say I wasn’t surprised would be a lie. I couldn’t help but blink a couple of times in utter surprise and even… a feeling of warmth as her invitation touched me.I know that she was being sincere because Roosevelt Pack was one of the top packs, and they had no reason to flatter anyone, especially not me or Deacon. She was, after all, another royalty.And since I was feeling warmth with her again, I couldn’t help but smile

Deacon’s POVThe night breeze was cold, but it did nothing to ease the weight pressing on my chest as I approached the porch, where Elena was sitting with her back to me.“Elena,” I said, my voice lower than I intended, yet sounded heavy with an emotion I couldn’t yet explain.She looked up at me, startle

Elena’s POV“Let’s go home,” I said, the words escaped my lips, bringing relief to my heart that’s been aching for so many years. Rafael, still clinging to my hand, looked up at me with wide, hopeful eyes. He wiped the tears that managed to escape his eyes again and nodded his head happily at me.The journey back to the cars was slower and filled with silence, but it wasn’t as suffocating as the tension that had built up between the three of us earlier, now that Rafael’s wariness wasn’t as high as it had been earlier.I kept Rafael close to me, his small hand warm in mine, showing him that I’d always be here for him and he’d never be alone again. That he could count on me.“Rafael,” I began softly, as we walked, with Deacon slowly following behind us like a mighty warrior who’d protect us at any time if there happened to be a sneak attack from somewhere.Since it was a long walk back to the car, I decided to break the prolonged silence and explain things more to him in detail after I

Elena’s POVThe grief and pain I had felt when I thought Rafael died in that massacre is nothing compared to the agony striking my chest now.I want to leap with joy at seeing him alive, but the knowledge that he has been poisoned and suffering all these years cuts deeper than any blade.I try to sleep, but peace never comes. Each time I close my eyes, darkness drags me into nightmares.Cold sweats. Screams. That’s how I wake. Always, Deacon is there—his strong arms pulling me close, his warmth wrapping me against the chill of despair.“Rafael?” I whisper the same question every time the nightmares rip me awake.Deacon wipes my tears, presses a kiss to my forehead, and murmurs the same steady answer. “He’s fine.”For days, I have been consumed by raw grief. But grief slowly hardens into resolve. I cannot simply cry. I need to act. I need to give Rafael justice.And the first step is to place him back where he belongs—recognised as a legitimate member of my family, my pack.That means