Lahat ng Kabanata ng DESTINED TO BE QUEEN: LYCAN KING UNEXPECTED MATE : Kabanata 141 - Kabanata 150

The Grand Council Hall was filled with tension. The massive squared shaped room adorned with golden pillars and glittering chandeliers, echoed with murmurs as the Elders, Warriors, and Nobles filled their seats. Every pack from Bomada had a representative here tonight. They had come not just for justice, but for spectacle. Zod, the traitor, knelt in the center of the room, bloodied and bound by chains laced with moonroot—enchanted to suppress a wolf’s power. His face was swollen, one eye nearly shut from the beating he’d received. Still, he held his chin up defiantly. King Maxwell sat at the High Seat, his expression like carved stone. Delilah stood beside him in ceremonial robes of deep red and silver. Her presence was as commanding as the moon itself, eyes unreadable, back straight. Beta Cross stood as the first to speak. “Zod was once my blood. A brother. Trusted with our secrets, our defenses, our hearts. And what did he do?” Cross growled. “He did not only impersonate the Kin

The Return of the Queens Golden morning light streamed through the open windows, spilling warmth across the rumpled sheets of the grand bed. But the space beside them was empty. King Maxwell stirred first, blinking against the light. His brow furrowed. Alpha Farrell rolled over, reaching out instinctively, but his hand met only cool linen. He sat up suddenly, eyes scanning the room. "She's not here," Maxwell muttered, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. Farrell's jaw clenched. "She wouldn’t just leave without telling us." The two men rose quickly, slipping into their clothes with growing tension. The air between them buzzed with unspoken worry. They moved through the hallways with urgency, questioning every servant and guard along the way. No one had seen her. Not the guards. Not the nannies. Not even the kitchen staff. The silence of the corridors was too loud. The absence of her presence…it was unnatural. "She wouldn’t vanish like this," Farrell said under his breat

Delilah stared at the golden key still glowing in her hand, wrapped in flames that flickered and danced like wild spirits. Her breath caught. The heat should’ve seared her skin, blistered her fingers, yet all she felt was a strange warmth, soothing, alive, familiar. But not safe. Why is it burning like this? she wondered, stepping back from the temple’s entrance. The light that had once beckoned her now felt ominous, as though it had shifted tone, turned from welcome to warning. The power surrounding her prickled her skin. Something wasn’t right. She held the key tighter, eyes darting across the temple’s illuminated walls. The flames didn’t feel like divine energy anymore. No. This was something else. A signal. A silent alarm, perhaps. “Are the goddesses trying to speak to me?” she whispered into the golden-lit air. There was no answer. A sudden, intense wave of unease flooded her chest. Delilah turned quickly, her instincts urging her away from the temple. Her steps qui

The wind was quiet as Delilah stepped through the forest path that led back to the hidden temple. Her gold robe shimmered in the soft morning sun, hugging her curves and flowing behind her like a trail of light. Though her body still ached from the battle, her spirit burned with clarity. Something had changed. She had changed. The temple stood ahead, veiled in mist. But as she approached, the mist dissolved and the heavy stone doors creaked open on their own, welcoming her back. Her breath hitched when she saw it. The temple no longer looked the same. The last time she had entered, it had glowed gently with golden light, sacred and beautiful, like a relic of another time. But now… Now, it was divine. Every wall shimmered with pure, radiant gold, glowing from within as though the structure itself had a heartbeat. Light spilled from every crevice, not harsh, but warm, like sunlight distilled through the heavens. The floor was polished to perfection, and she could see her reflectio

As Delilah turned to leave, the temple behind her began to shimmer, the golden walls folding inward like silk being drawn into itself. Within seconds, the structure dissolved completely, no stones, no doorway, not even dust. It was as if it had never existed. She gasped, blinking against the sudden shift in atmosphere. The warmth vanished. The ground beneath her was different now, softer, mossy, and cold. The air turned damp, laced with the scent of wet earth and pine. All around her, ancient trees towered like silent watchers, their branches thick and tangled, blotting out most of the sky. She was no longer in the sacred temple or the world of visions. She was in a strange, dense forest. A forest she didn’t recognize. “Where… am I now?” Delilah whispered, scanning her surroundings. The silence was unnerving. Not even a breeze stirred the leaves. No rustle of animals, no birdsong. Just silence. Too still. Too unnatural. Her golden robe trailed behind her, faintly glowing aga