All Chapters of The Outcast Luna Becomes The Lycan Queen: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

For a moment, silence filled the room, broken only by the sound of the two wolves breathing in unison. Watching them stirred a warm feeling inside me, a strange blend of pride and affection.Even if I wanted to yell, deep down, I was grateful.After everything we’d been through—the danger, the fear, the silence—she was alive. She was safe. And even if she couldn’t hear me yet, I knew she’d return soon.Still, I crossed my arms, muttering, 'I’m happy for you, Ky, but next time, warn me before you turn the room into your personal honeymoon suite.'Kyrex let out a deep rumble that sounded suspiciously like laughter. Snow tilted her head, her eyes glowing softly, before she buried her muzzle into his fur again.I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck. However,Suddenly, my heart started beating faster when something crossed my mind.“My son!” I muttered and hurried toward the door. But my steps froze when I heard a low growl from behind.I turned and saw my wolf… and Snow. Her bright bl

"Rissa, wear this," Veldrin said, his voice pulling me from the warm fog of my son’s breathing. I saw him holding out a simple, long dress.Before I took the dress, I gently pressed the baby closer against my chest. The little man’s fingers briefly clenched around mine, so tiny yet confident, and my heart nearly burst with love. After gently placing her into his crib, I dressed quickly, the cloth sliding over skin that felt both foreign and, finally, familiar. When I looked up, Veldrin was closer than I expected. His face looked tired and something like fear. It made my own throat tighten.I smiled at him and patted the cushion beside me. He sat down without fuss and pulled me onto his lap. His arms circled my waist, and the world narrowed until it was only the two of us and our son.Then a strange thought pinched at the edge of my mind, and I pulled back far enough to meet his eyes. The panic I had been carrying must have shown on my face because he asked gently, “Are you all r

After my little one finally drifted back to sleep, I quietly placed him in his crib. The air inside the cabin was soft and warm, filled with the faint scent of milk and wood smoke. Remi motioned for me to move to the seating area by the window. It was the quietest corner in the room, and I could finally breathe without my chest tightening from worry.I turned to her. “Please continue to tell me, Remi. What happened while I was asleep?”She hesitated, her expression tightening. “Are you sure, My Queen? It’s... not an easy story.”“I’ve been lying here for over a week,” I said, folding my hands on my lap. “The least you can do is catch me up before I lose my mind.”Remi sighed, then sat opposite me. “Very well. It started the day you collapsed. His Majesty sent his men to summon Elder Freya herself.”My eyes widened. “Elder Freya? The Elder Freya?”Remi nodded. “Yes. She is the kingdom's greatest healer and my mentor. I remember you waking up and talking with her that day. Did y

He didn't say anything; he just smiled. I grab his hand, "Veldrin, you said Gelael Colter? My father?" His gaze didn’t waver. “Yes. Gelael Colter... Your father. He comes here... I guess he comes when he knows you are my Queen."The name hit me harder. My pulse raced, and for a moment, I only gasped. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my thoughts before speaking. “You can’t be serious,” I whispered, staring at Veldrin. “After everything he did? Why would he even come here?”Veldrin’s expression was unreadable, his golden eyes calm but distant.“He has two motives,” he said finally. “First, he wants to apologize to you for what he did in the past. And second, he came to report something about your pack.”“Report?” I repeated, my voice rising slightly. “What happened there?” My heart began to tighten. It had been so long since I’d heard anything about my pack.“Your father claims that a dark force is trying to take over the Starlight territory,” Veldrin explained, his voice firm

Every hour feels heavier than the last. I have asked, pleaded, and even demanded to see my daughter, but no one has given me an answer. Not even a single whisper about whether the King will allow it. They only locked us in this place with two bedrooms and a small living room that feels more like a cell than a guest chamber.The silence here gnaws at my mind.Guards come and go, but only to deliver food. None of them speaks. Their eyes are cold, their expressions blank, as if we are invisible. They place the trays down and leave before I can even open my mouth.Every time the door shuts, the same echo reminds me that we are still prisoners.I tried to relax last night, but even after trying everything people usually do to relax, I couldn’t. To make it worse, our communication devices have been taken away, leaving us cut off from the outside world. The walls hum with faint energy, a magical barrier that suppresses everything inside us. I can feel it crawling beneath my skin, su