Todos los capítulos de Hidden Heiress: The Lycan King's Disfigured Queen : Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 140

VALENTINAI didn’t remember how I made it back to our chambers. My hands trembled as I pushed open the gilded doors, Alessio’s voice still gnawing at me.“Does he ever see you? Or does he only see her?” — The words felt like a sharp blade, slicing down my soul.And to add more distress to my account, I found Andres there, seated near the fire. He hadn’t changed yet. A glass of wine untouched in his hand.Sensing me, his gaze lifted to me almost instantly. “You’re late...”Thunder clapped over me. Swallowing the painful knot in my throat, I stepped inside and locked the door.He stood up, keeping the glass of wine on the counter. “Where were you?” he asked. His tone was soft, yet—something within it didn’t feel right.“I—” My lips trembled. I couldn’t tell him I had been staring into the eyes of his first love and probably—his on

VALENTINAThe morning sunlight illuminated the grand chamber, yet I did not feel truly warmed. There was a tinge of uneasiness that felt colder and heavier.Although Andres remained by my side throughout the night, even his presence could not fully protect me from the lingering phantom voices that echoed within my dreams.Well, last night wasn't even a dream. It was alive and I had experienced it. Both of them were there—Dayneris and my darker self.I sat at the edge of the bed, my fingers clenched around the silk bed sheets, my chest heavy with the residue of nightmares.Andres was still asleep, and his hand was on mine like he was scared I'd disappear if he let go. Even when he was sleeping, his jaw was all tight, and he was stiff like he was fighting off the shadows only he could see.I kissed his knuckles softly and slipped away. He needed rest, and I needed air...————————

VALENTINAMorning light trickled into the chamber, soft and golden, but to me it felt like a cruel reminder that nothing was truly resolved.I lay there in Andres’s arms, my cheek pressed against his chest. His grip was tight—too tight, as though if he dared to loosen even a fraction, I would slip away forever. His heartbeat was steady, yet it thudded with a desperation that made me ache.I thought his confession would bring me peace. That knowing the truth of Dayneris would put my doubts to rest. Instead, it left me tangled in contradictions.He said he loved me. Swore it. Bled it. And I believed him. Goddess, I did.But belief is not the same as certainty.“Valentina,” his voice rumbled above me, low and husky with sleep, “you’re awake.”I hummed softly, not trusting my voice. His hand brushed my hair back, his fingers lingering against my temple as if memorizing me again and again.&

VALENTINAThe hall was empty now, the court dispersing with whispers that carried both awe and fear. But in my chest, the echoes of what had just happened thundered louder than any noble's words.I sank to the marble floor, letting my knees buckle beneath me. The relic—the fragment of Dayneris’ essence was gone, crushed beneath Andres’ hand. I should have felt relief, but instead, my stomach churned with something heavier, something darker. A strange sort of guilt tangled inside me.I had seen it in Andres’ eyes—the golden storm, the raw, untamed fury. He had stepped between me and Alessio, and in that instant, I had felt both protected and fragile. Like I was a flame he would guard with his life… but a flame that could easily be snuffed out by the very power meant to protect it.‘Kira,’ I whispered under my breath. My wolf stirred inside, sharp and fierce.He is dangerous… but he is ours. We are bound. But… Can I survive all this?The garden offered a welcome respite, a sanctuary fro

VALENTINAThe court buzzed like a living beast, whispers curling around me like smoke, biting at my skin. Even after the relic shattered, its remnants lingered—not in metal, not in crystal, but in me. In the black-gold fire coiling beneath my veins, itching, and hungry.The last night was chaotic and my awakened power had spread, letting the court take over. Worse, now I stood in the center as a criminal.Kira growled inside me, 'It’s coming. They want to see. Are you ready?' Her words were low and filled with warning.I swallowed against the tightness in my throat. 'Ready? I wasn’t ready, but hiding had never been my way. Not now. Not ever.'Andres’s hand brushed mine as he leaned close, his golden eyes flickering with both worry and fire. “Val… you don’t have to do this.” He had offered me to take care of it.I turned to him, letting the dark pulse in me flare slightly, a warning, a tether. “Andres… if I hide, Alessio wins. He wants me weak, scared, and unsure. If I fight… if I step