Todos los capítulos de His Miracle Luna-the Forsaken Lycan Queen: Capítulo 181 - Capítulo 190

Elena’s POVThe reception was moved along, but with heavy tension and brittle cheerfulness. It was all force, and it felt like a play being performed by puppets.The towering six-tiered vanilla almond cake that looked more like a piece of art than food had been cut, and the dance was about to begin.I remained seated beside Deacon, watching the scene unfold before me with my back resting and my hand swirling the sparkling water in my glass.Suddenly, I felt a foreboding feeling, one that had been recurring in my chest since the wedding, and I didn’t see a trace of Glenda. My chest felt heavy, and there’s relentless uneasiness in my gut.Glenda’s silence was sure becoming more deafaeaning than her usual chaotic tactic."You’re tense," Deacon observed, his hand resting warm and heavy around my shoulder, his thumb tracing soothing circles against my skin."I’m waiting," I murmured, watching the double doors at the far end of the hall as if there would be some monster coming in at any mom

Elena’s POVWhat happened at the wedding and these new findings really brought the kingdom into a high alert, especially after the issuance of the arrest for Glenda's crime. Tension filled the surroundings of the entire kingdom and not just the palace. Even the garden that usually felt peaceful carried a smell of steel and danger from the constantly rounding guards. They patrolled every corridor, their faces grim masks of duty. While the world outside debated the scandal of Glenda’s fall, inside these walls, we were preparing for a siege that could happen at any time. I walked down the hallway leading to the family wing, my footsteps muffled by the thick carpet. My mind was still racing with Kaelen’s report about the posion… Nightshade extract. Glenda went too far. She hadn't just bullied Rafael, she intentionally wanted to kill him, and that thought made bile rise in my throat.I found Rafael not in his playroom, but sitting on the window seat in the library nook of the room, his

Elena’s POVThe next morning, beautiful chaos had begun. The sun was shining brightly, the garden bloomed with flowers. It's like everything was coming to places and blessing our wedding day. Inside the fitting room, the air was thick with the scent of lavender and hairspray. My team of stylists moved around me in a synchronized dance, but for once, the chaos didn't make me anxious. I sat in front of the vanity, staring at my reflection, but I didn't see the frightened girl who had been rejected by Bryson. I saw a woman who had walked through fire and came out holding the flame."Stop fidgeting, Primcess," Zara teased gently, placing the final pin in my hair. "You’re going to ruin the masterpiece.""I’m not fidgeting," I smiled, my hands resting on the cool silk of my dressing gown. "I’m shaking.""Good shaking?""The best kind."Then, it was time for the dress. Its silky fabric glides through my skin and it's a hundred times better after it was customised, refitted, and polished co

Elena's POVFor a moment, I stood frozen, heart pounding while I stared at where Kaelen disappeared into. No one was alerted about what's happening, at least, none of the guests. The music continued and so did those who were dancing on the floor and the cheerfulness on their faces remained. But with the cold dread polling in my guts, the laughter around me sounded shrill and the clicking of glasses sounded like warning bells. South gate and lost contact… Kaelen's words echoed in my head. I scanned the room, my heart hammering against the ribs of my corset. Deacon was still across the floor, surrounded by three Council members. He threw his head back and laughed at something one of them said, looking radiant and relaxed. He didn't know yet.I had to get to him.I gathered the heavy silk of my skirt in one hand and began to move. I didn't run though, because running would only cause unnecessary panic, but I still walked with a lethal purpose, weaving through the couples on the danc

Elena's POVThe run on the stairs was heart pounding. If it was any other day, I would turn around and fight to hell but with my nephew in here, I didn't want to gamble as much as possible. First, I needed to make sure he was safe. Only then could I be at ease and fight. Suddenly, smoke filled the ballroom, slowly filling upwards to the stairs. They're making a cover. Without wasting time, I hauled Rafael up the steps. Then in utter suprise, a loud banging sound echoed in just as the door from the bottom of the stairwell was forced open, slamming it against the wall with brute force. Even the railing shook from it. "They’re inside!" Kaelen barked, spinning around on the landing between the third and fourth floors. He looked down into the darkness, his knife gleaming in the faint red light of the emergency exit signs.We could hear them. We could hear the scrabble of claws on metal, the heavy, panting breaths of wolves in pursuit. They were fast. Too fast."Keep climbing, Princes