All Chapters of Hidden Heiress: The Lycan King's Disfigured Queen : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

"VALENTINAThe battlefield was still breathing when he stepped forward.The Gemini general’s silver hair gleamed like a shard of moonlight, his warpaint streaked across sharp cheekbones, eyes pale as glass. The rogues parted for him, disciplined in a way rogues were never meant to be. His presence alone told me everything—this was no rabid mongrel leading strays. This was bloodline. A defined legacy. A clear purpose.And he wanted me.“The last daughter of the Gemini Moon!” he roared. “The one promised to us by blood!” His voice slashed through the chaos like a blade.Promised. By blood? What the hell did he kept saying?The bracelet on my wrist burned so hot it seared my skin, the serpent-and-moon sigil flaring bright enough for all to see. My knees nearly buckled. I wanted to rip it off, to cast it away, but it was as if it had fused into my veins.Beside me, Andres stepped forward, golden eyes burning, “She is mine. You will not lay a finger on her.” His voice echoed like thunder.

"VALENTINADarkness pressed against me, damp and choking, like I was buried alive. For a moment I thought I was dead. My lungs burned, my veins ached, and my nose was crusted with blood.But then—pain. Sharp, alive. My wrists throbbed, cold metal biting into them. Heavy, it felt as though I was laced with some kind of magic that prickled against my skin… Chains…I forced my eyes open.I was surrounded by stones. Not the smooth walls of the packhouse, not the smoke-smeared courtyard. This place was older, ancient. A cavern that had been carved into something sacred—or cursed. Symbols burned faintly on the walls, shifting when I looked too long. At the center of the chamber, a shallow pool reflected the dim light of torches, black water rippling as though it were breathing.And my bracelet—It glowed like a wound, silver cracks spiderwebbing across it. Every pulse seared my wrist, heat and cold at once.“Finally awake.” A voice scraped like stone against steel, startling me, confused and

"VALENTINAThe war was over, but the echoes of it still pulsed in my veins.For weeks, I woke to the hum of silver and black power coursing beneath my skin. Where once it had felt like chains tearing me apart, now it was a steady rhythm, like the beat of two hearts inside me. Kira’s calm strength and Veraka’s fierce fire no longer clashed—they flowed together, weaving into something complete, a new identity, a new beginning of me.I was no longer cursed. I was no longer broken. I have become the Luna Supreme, beside my beloved mate, my Alpha Supreme.And the world had begun to see it…________The days that followed were filled with reckoning. The Council gathered in the grand hall, its marble pillars etched with scars of battle. Faces that once looked at me with fear now carried a mixture of awe and guilt.Elders who had whispered for my exile bowed their heads when I entered. Warriors who once mocked my scars saluted. And those who had betrayed—the ones who had turned blind eyes, sp

"NOTE: HEY, MY LOVELY READERS, THE SECOND SERIES OF THE STORY BEGINS FROM HERE. HOPEFULLY, YOU'LL ENJOY.CHAPTER 1: The prophecy reawakenedVALENTINA“Mama, look! I made it move again!”Luciano's giggle resonated through the courtyard just before I turned around. The morning sun cast a golden hue over the marble steps, and there he stood—barefoot, with his curls disheveled, a silver lily suspended in the air above his small hands.The flower trembled, dipped, and then shot upward like a startled bird.“Luciano!” I gasped, rushing forward as the lily burst into shimmering petals midair. “What did I tell you about using magic in the open?” I frowned, crossing my arms over my chest.He pouted, looking sad. “But it was pretty.”I sighed inwardly, feeling sad and slightly frustrated at the same time. I wanted to make him understand, when—Andres’s laughter rolled from behind me. “He’s got your stubbornness, Tina.”And immediately sparks shot down my stomach, tickling the way he called me w

"CHAPTER 3…VALENTINAThe road to the Sanctuary of Dawn was silent but alive, the air thick with mist and the scent of untamed magic.I was beside Andres in our car and Luciano was on my lap, his face pressing against my chest while Andres was holding us close in his warmth.Luciano’s curls glimmered faintly under the moonlight, one eye reflecting pale moonlight, the other a gemstone hue that never failed to unsettle me with its unnatural brilliance.“Papa…” Luciano murmured sleepily, his small hand clutching mine. “The mist… it’s whispering again.”Andres stiffened, his jaw tightening. “Do you hear it, little wolf?”Luciano nodded, blinking up at us. “It says… it says the shadows are lonely.”I swallowed hard, gripping the reins. The Sanctuary was meant to be safe. It was meant to shield him, to protect him from what I had already felt lingering in the Moonwell. Yet, the child’s voice echoed a truth I could not ignore: this was only the beginning…The Sanctuary rose ahead, ancient wa