บททั้งหมดของ Hidden Heiress: The Lycan King's Disfigured Queen : บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

THIRD POV…The cave was filled with the unpleasant odors of burnt herbs, blood, and a palpable sense of dread. The final enchanted map vanished in a puff of black smoke before his eyes.“Another failure…” His hushed silence was more terrifying than a scream.Carmella whimpered as she knelt before him, her once-sultry face bruised and pale. Olivia stood to the side, trembling, her lips bitten raw from silence, from holding back screams."Tell me again… how did you both fail me?"Ghost's voice came slowly, deliberately, as if calm before a deadly storm.No one answered. Even the shadows feared him.“Carmella,” his low voice echoed, smooth as poison. “Did I not give you beauty? Charm? A curse powerful enough to rot a king’s soul if he ever tasted your lips?”Carmella’s body shook. “Y-yu did, my Lord.” Her voice shook with knowing fear, which is perhap

ANDRESHer words hung in the air like the edge of a sharp blade against my throat. So, Atlas Darwin was her ex-mate…For a moment, I could hear nothing but the throbbing in my heart.The rumbles of Czer were darkening my senses. ‘You should have killed him the moment you saw him.’‘And risk terrifying her further?’ I shot back. My hands curled into fists, nails biting into my palms. ‘You felt her… she’s still bleeding from him.’‘Bleeding? She’s been torn open. That bastard touched what’s ours, claimed what’s ours, and he’s still breathing.’ Czer’s voice was hitting like a sharp edge of a thorn. ‘This isn’t just history. Wolves like him… they don’t let go unless forced.’I clenched my jaw, forcing my breathing steady, but the bond pulsed between Valentina and me like a drum of battle. Her scent still clung to me&md

ANDRESAlthough the voting had concluded, a sense of tension lingered within the council hall.No alliance, no unified front, and a room full of wolves who thought themselves cunning enough to mask their hostility.Valentina stood beside me, her chin high, defiance radiating from her in sharp, beautiful edges. She didn’t flinch under the stares, didn’t bow her head in defeat. She stood like a queen—my queen.It seemed likely that she was engaged in a serious conversation with her wolf. Although I had not heard the words exchanged, I had observed how her posture stiffened in response.Even now, as the banners overhead swayed with the draft, she looked carved from something unbreakable. But then her head tilted—ever so slightly. Her gaze slid toward the shadowed rafters above the council chamber, and a faint crease formed between her brows.I stepped closer. “What is it?” I murmured, observing the silent spa

ATLASThe moment I realised the chains rattling behind me weren’t mine, a sharp pulse of dread stabbed through my chest. My hands were shaking as I shoved open the pack hall doors, the cold stone floor failing miserably to calm me down.I had thought I was smart. That I could “help” Carmella and Sienna, that following their plan would bring me closer to Valentina, once more, and it would fix everything. And now… now I felt my stomach twist in nausea.And so—I had kidnapped Valentina.And not for justice, not for protection, but for nothing except a twisted promise of approval.Her absence hit me like a hammer the instant the dungeon door closed. No defiant smirk, no piercing eyes. Nothing... Just a silent echo in my mind where her heartbeat should have been. I staggered against the wall, hand pressed to my forehead, my heart hammering in my chest like it would tear free.“She’s alive,” I mutte

VICTOR“Papa…”The word was a whisper at first, fragile even and trembling. And I know this voice—Valentina, my daughter.“Papa, please…” Then it came again, this time louder, more desperate.“Val?” I looked around in the darkness. The darkness was suffocating, pressing on my soul too hard.It's a place so unfamiliar.“Papa…” Her voice echoed within me again, and finally, I saw her. My little girl.But she wasn’t standing in sunlight with that stubborn smile she always carried—no. She was on her knees, silver chains clamped around her wrists, her hair tangled and damp with tears.“Papa…” Her hands reached for me; her face was pale, lips trembling. Her eyes—they looked deadened, the spark in them dimming.I moved toward her, but the ground beneath me cracked and crumbled away, pulling me back into the abyss. I fought to reach her, my arms straining—but the more I tried, the farther she slipped away.“Papa!” Her scream tore through me. “Don’t let him take me again—”“VAL!” And then… not