All Chapters of The Lycan King’s Treasured Luna: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

I felt Sargis shift beside me. A sob caught in my throat. I closed my eyes to stop the rising tide of panic. Finally, I turned to look at him. And the sight of him nearly undid me. His jaw was clenched so tightly that the vein at his temple pulsed violently. His eyes were oceans of devastation, brimmed with fury and grief. His chest rose and fell with harsh breaths, and when he finally spoke, his voice was nothing but a gravelled rasp. "They did this to you..." He whispered, voice full of mourning. "All of that... to you." I didn't trust myself to answer. I simply nodded and wiped at my face with a shaky hand. My throat locked up before I could speak. The words were there, clawing, burning, and begging to be freed, but my body... it remembered. It remembered everything, and it recoiled with a shame so deep, I thought I might split open from the inside out. I swallowed hard. My tongue

I stayed seated, giving her space. But my heart thundered as I watched her stagger back a step, shock rapidly overtaking the sorrow in her expression. "I didn't know the details at first," I explained calmly. "But when I found you like that, in that state, I lost my mind." She was pacing now. The disbelief was turning slowly into something else. Betrayal? Rage? I wasn't sure yet. Her hands moved through her hair, fisting at the roots, tugging. I stood, slowly. "I launched an investigation immediately," I continued. "Lupercus spearheaded it. I pulled every string I had. We turned over every fucking stone in your pack until we got to the bottom of it. And all of it pointed straight to Joe and his goddamn inner circle." Her eyes snapped to me, burning now. "And you didn't tell me?!" I swallowed, stepping forward but not touching her. "I didn't know how. You were healing, or trying to. You barely spoke. You were in pieces, Nari

Sargis The air felt heavy. Her confession still echoed within me, like the aftershock of a quake, everything inside tilted just slightly off its axis. The things she'd endured, the quiet strength behind every breath she took, every time she met my gaze... I'd thought I knew Narine. But I'd only seen fragments. This... this was her truth, laid bare and bleeding in my hands. Narine hadn't moved since the last words left her lips. Her arms were curled tightly around her knees, chin resting on them, her gaze was unfocused and far. Though her cheeks had dried, there was a rawness to her expression, a quiet fatigue in the corners of her eyes that spoke louder than any scream. Around us, Velariad breathed, light spilling through the trees, birds calling from unseen branches, distant wind chimes dancing in a melody too soft for mourning. It was almost cruel, how alive the world remained while we sat cloaked in this soft, aching aftermath. I

Narine It was late now. The sun had long since dipped beneath the horizon, painting the sky in the bruised hues of twilight, lavender and rust, fading into night. The marble corridors of the palace were quiet, save for the soft echo of my heels against polished stone and the nearly imperceptible steps of Mierelle trailing dutifully behind me. She didn't speak, and I didn't offer words either. I didn't need to. My mind was still floating somewhere far from the palace walls, still steeped in the warmth and wonder of the day I'd just had. Sargis and I had spent every breath of daylight in Velariad. The lake had never looked more beautiful, glittering under the lazy sweep of sunbeams that danced on the surface like scattered coins. I'd surprised myself with how easily I took to the water. He was a patient teacher, and I let myself be taught and trust the process. And heavens, how we laughed. Reckless, belly-aching laughter. The

I sat with my back propped against the headboard, arms folded over my knees, still wary. I hadn't expected any of this. Not the playful banter, not the ease with which they slipped into each other's rhythms. And definitely not this strange feeling blooming low in my chest. It didn't escape me that I was surrounded by some of the most powerful, cunning supernatural women in Khragnir. All gathered in my room. Laughing, eating, and sharing stories. I wasn't sure how long it would last. But I sat still, watching and listening. Maelis conjured a thin, glowing tendril of smoke from her fingertip. It coiled in the air like a snake charmed by its own vanity, curling toward the ceiling before vanishing in a soft pop. She grinned lazily when a few of the girls gasped. "Succubus party trick," she murmured, biting into a dried mango. Soraheneth leaned back against the couch cushions, one leg tucked beneath her, swirling the contents of her teacup with her