All Chapters of Hidden Heiress: The Lycan King's Disfigured Queen : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

"CHAPTER 6…VALENTINAHours had passed, the light had thinned to a pale shimmer, filtering through the veil of fog that clung to the Hollow Vale. The convoy moved in near silence now — no one dared speak above a whisper. Even the horses seemed uneasy, their hooves sinking into damp earth that pulsed faintly beneath them, as if the ground itself breathed.Luciano stirred against me. His little hand brushed my arm, tracing shapes he couldn’t name. “Mama,” he murmured, his voice low, yet clear, “the door is dreaming.”I froze, blinking. “What did you say, my love?”He blinked slowly, his eyes unfocused — moonlit and shadowed all at once. “It’s dreaming, but not sleeping. It wants to wake up.”Andres reined his horse beside us, his jaw tightened, his golden eyes scanning the trees, alert. He didn’t interrupt, didn’t tell our son to hush — just listened, the warrior lord in him already reading the omen beneath the child’s words.When I met his gaze, the fear I saw mirrored my own. Although

"CHAPTER 8…VALENTINAThe aftermath was quiet — deceptively quiet. The valley held its breath, as if the temple’s collapse had only exhaled halfway and was still waiting to release. I sat on a moss-stained boulder, Luciano asleep in my arms, the faint silver glow at his temple pulsing gently like a heartbeat I could feel in my chest.Andres was nearby, his golden eyes scanning the horizon with practiced calm, but I knew better. The Lycan within him stirred beneath the surface, alert and tense. Every muscle of him was coiled, every sense stretching outward to catch the faintest tremor. His calm was a mask — and I loved him all the more for it.Whispers drifted through the air, faint, rhythmic, like prayers in a tongue older than the Circle itself. Not voices, not words I could fully grasp, but echoes. They came from the ruins of the temple, now just jagged stone and shattered murals. The door was gone, but I could feel its energy lingering in me, like a thread tugging softly at my soul

"CHAPTER 10…ANDRESThe Ridge of Aedryn, the wind was different here. It carried the taste of iron and rain, threaded with silver dust that shimmered faintly whenever the moons shifted through the clouds.The place was surreal, as though myths were coming to reality.Somewhere behind me, I heard Valentina's whispers. She was singing a lullaby to Luciano, her tone soft and melodic, the kind of voice that could soothe even the wildest storm within me…I glanced over my shoulder. She sat on the mare, cloak brushing against the boy’s sleeping form. The child’s head rested against her chest, and in the faint light, his skin gleamed like moonstone.Every few breaths, that silver pulse beneath his temple flared again — the same rhythm that haunted my dreams.It had been hours since we left the valley, but the echoes of what happened there still clung to me as though it were still happening. Every rustle in the trees felt sentient. Every shadow moved just a little too slow…“Keep him covered,

"CHAPTER 12…VALENTINAThe ridge narrowed as we climbed, a thin spine of stone carved between two worlds. Somewhere behind us, the forest lay silent and trembling, and somewhere ahead, the Moonwell pulsed like a beating heart, silver and alive.And through all of it, Luciano’s glow kept softening and sharpening against my chest, like tiny waves trying to match the rhythm of the moons.We walked in silence, not because we wanted to, but because the air wouldn’t allow sound. Everything felt too reverent, too fragile, as if speaking would wake something sleeping beneath the earth.And yet my wolves wouldn’t stop moving.Kira paced within me, restless and Veraka growled in time to time. Both in sync and not, like two storms circling the same sky.“Andres, slow down,” I called quietly.He didn’t speak, just lifted a hand — a gesture meant to reassure me. It didn’t though. His fi

"CHAPTER 14…ANDRESValentina was trembling in my arms, her veins still lit like molten silver, her breath uneven, her wolves too loud inside her body and I could feel each roar of them.I held her tighter than I should, maybe — but I needed the reminder she was real. Alive and breathing.Czer paced beneath my skin like a caged hurricane.‘Mate is changing,’ he snarled. ‘She is becoming something we do not understand.’ He sounded scared, insecure of what's gonna happen.“I know,” I muttered under my breath, pulling Valentina closer, my chin brushing the top of her head. “We’ll understand it together.”But the lie was bitter. Because I didn’t understand anything, and every step forward made me feel like the ground was collapsing under us.Luciano had gone quiet in my arms, his small face soft, his breaths gentle — nothing like the silver-eyed ancient