Lahat ng Kabanata ng Hidden Heiress: The Lycan King's Disfigured Queen : Kabanata 141 - Kabanata 150

"VALENTINABefore me, the gates of the Ebonn Moon Clan's territory stood tall, crafted from dark stone and adorned with ancient runes that surpassed my understanding. My heart beat in rhythm with the black-gold fire that coursed through my veins. The bracelet in my hand grew warm, vibrating with a peculiar and familiar energy, as if it recognized the path I was walking on.Kira growled low, vibrating through me like a warning. ‘Do you feel it, Val? The air… it’s alive here. The pack senses you.’I swallowed hard, my throat tight, never in my life I had faced any sensation standing in my own home pack.Fear coiled within me, but the determination in my chest was fiercer than any fear. ‘I feel it, Kira. And I won’t turn back. Not now.’Andres’s hand brushed mine as we walked the last few steps to the inner courtyard. His golden eyes were sharp, a mix of worry and fire. “Val… are you sure you want to do this? Your father—he may not answer the way you hope. He wouldn’t want his beloved da

"VALENTINAThe forest clearing felt… wrong. My legs trembled, my hands still quivered as the last tendrils of shadow ebbed from my skin. The hollow had shown me things I didn’t understand—a faint voice, another wolf, silver-gold eyes, and a power that seemed alive inside me. Kira’s growl rumbled faintly in my mind, warning me, tethering me to reality.Yet reality felt distant. Every breath I drew tasted like ash and moonlight, and the air pressed against me with a weight that seemed unnatural. Something inside me had stirred, something that might never settle again.“Valentina…” The whisper returned, soft, fleeting, like smoke brushing against my thoughts. I blinked, but the forest offered no answers. Only shadows.Then a scent hit me—familiar, impossibly strong: my father.I staggered, trying to regain my balance, but I could not hide the energy that still clung to me. It shimmered faintly in the moonlight, curling around my limbs, the earth beneath me pulsing in sync with my blood.

"VALENTINAWhen my eyes opened, the ceiling above me wasn’t the forest sky.The familiar carved beams of the packhouse pressed down on me, suffocating in their weight. My body ached as if I had been ripped apart and stitched together by shadows. The Hollow still lived in my bones, whispering, reminding me.And then—chains. Not physical ones, but the scent of guards, the scrape of boots outside my door.I sat up slowly. The room was dim, the curtains drawn. My father’s scent lingered faintly, layered with command. My pulse quickened as a whisper in my head crackled… ‘you aren't free.’When I swung my legs off the bed, the scrape of chairs followed outside. Voices low and tensed. Someone shifted. They were stationed there—for me.For my protection that itself felt like a cage…The words were as clear as if he had spoken them himself.My heart hammered in its cage. It felt more like a poison than protection.A low growl threaded through me, not Kira’s. A darker sound, rougher, edged with

"VALENTINAThe world went still.Not because the rogues had fled. Not because the elders stopped their accusations. Not because my father’s voice had cracked under the weight of trying to defend me. It went still because he was here.Andres Donovan, The Alpha Supreme. My mate.The night parted like it bent to his will. His aura, raw, suffocating, and ancient, rolled through the pack like a storm front. Rogues at the borders whimpered and broke rank, scattering into the trees as if hunted by death itself. Warriors who had stood trembling seconds before dropped to their knees, throats bared, unable to withstand his command.And me?My lungs stuttered. Relief hit sharp and overwhelmingly, cut into my chest so deep it hurt. He hadn’t abandoned me. He came. He was here.But then, just as quickly, anger sliced through that relief.Why now?Where was he when the council called me a curse? When whispers painted me as a doom, not a daughter? When even my own father threatened to chain me?Vera

"VALENTINAThe night tore itself apart around me. Shadows and light surged violently, flames of power curling from my skin as both wolves roared inside me. My form began to shift, tearing at the edges of flesh, reshaping bones as they cracked violently.Half of me erupted in silver fur, vibrant and burning under the moonlight, Kira’s eyes glowing bright and liquid with silver flames. The other half darkened to black as obsidian, Veraka’s moonstone eyes slicing through the chaos with feral intent. I was both light and shadow, flame and void, a living storm made flesh and fury.The battlefield froze. Our warriors stumbled, mouths open, eyes wide with awe. Rogues at the front faltered, terror etched across their snarling faces. Even the general with silver hair—heir to the Gemini—stilled mid-step, lips curling in a mixture of shock and amusement.“The last daughter of the Gemini Moon!” His voice cut like steel across the battlefield, echoing against fire and stone. “The one promised to u