All Chapters of Hidden Heiress: The Lycan King's Disfigured Queen : Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

VALENTINAI woke before the sun. At the feeling of the palace breathed differently around me.For a moment, I lay still, half-drowned in sleep, Andres’s arm heavy around my waist, his warmth anchoring me. His heartbeat was steady beneath my cheek. Calm and Controlled. Too controlled.Something had happened. I could feel it.I didn’t need prophecy or visions to know that. My body had learned the language of danger long ago. It spoke now in quiet pressure behind my ribs, in the way the air felt… tilted.Like a floor that had shifted half an inch when no one was looking.I eased out of Andres’s hold carefully, sliding from the bed without waking him. He didn’t stir— but his arm twitched once, instinctive, as though searching.Even asleep, he was guarding.I pulled a robe around myself and went to Luciano’s room.He slept on his side, his lips parted, one tiny hand fisted into the moonweave blanket.

CHAPTER 35…ANDRESBy nightfall, silence had become impossible.But it wasn't any loud chaos, it's worse— whispers.They threaded through the palace like smoke through stone. Servants moved more carefully.Guards watched corridors they had never watched before. Even the air carried that faint, unsettled tension that came when too many people were thinking the same forbidden thought.The heir has changed the palace… I felt it every time I crossed a threshold.The wards no longer flared at my approach. They recognized me instantly— but not as their highest authority.As secondary…That realization settled into my chest like a slow, controlled burn. It was not jealousy, it's just the fear, fear for my son.Luciano slept between Valentina and me that night, curled against her side, one small fist clutched into the fabric of her nightgown.His breathing was steady. Peaceful. Completely unaware of the tectonic shift he represented.Valentina traced idle patterns over his back, her touch gro

CHAPTER 37….VALENTINAI noticed something was wrong long before anyone spoke of it.The palace had its own language. It always had. Stone remembered, corridors carried echoes of old intent, and magic— true magic, that never announced itself loudly. It moved like a breath. Like blood in veins.That morning, as I walked through the eastern gallery with Luciano resting against my shoulder, something in that language fell silent.It wasn’t dramatic. Just a feeling of… absence. One thread of awareness that should have been there simply wasn’t.Luciano shifted against me, his small fingers curling instinctively into the fabric at my collarbone. He didn’t stir, nor did he cry. But his breathing changed, just enough for me to feel it through my skin. A mother knows those things. A queen learns to fear them.And, I stopped walking…Sunlight poured through the moon-glass windows, painting the marble floor in

CHAPTER 39…VALENTINAThe palace felt different the moment Andres crossed the outer gates.Not emptier, but the air sharpened, like a blade left unsheathed on a table where everyone could see it.The wards adjusted to his absence in measured layers, closing around Luciano and me with a precision that was almost reverent.They did not panic, and that mattered.I stood on the upper balcony with Luciano in my arms, watching the procession disappear beyond the city’s eastern rise. Andres did not look back. He never did when he left on purpose. Looking back implied hesitation, and hesitation was something our enemies had learned to exploit.Luciano stirred faintly, sensing the change even if he didn’t understand it. His small hand tightened against my sleeve, in awareness. “Dad…” He whispered softly.“He’s still here,” I murmured softly, more for myself than for him. “Your father doesn&r

CHAPTER 41…ANDRESThe borderlands did not resist me.That was the first sign something was wrong.I had crossed enough contested ground in my lifetime to recognize the usual rhythm of threat— the tightening of wards, the prickling awareness of unseen sentries, the way the land itself began to hum when power prepared to answer power.None of that met me as I rode past the final outpost of the Crown’s reach. Instead, there was silence, like a held breath that had gone on too long.My horse’s hooves struck the road too loudly, each sound echoing farther than it should have.Even the wind felt restrained, brushing the tall grass without committing to motion, as if the land was waiting for permission it would never receive.They knew I was coming. And they wanted me to keep going…I slowed, lifting a hand to still my guard before they could close ranks behind me. The men obeyed instantly. They trusted my instin