Todos los capítulos de The Lycan King’s Treasured Luna: Capítulo 161 - Capítulo 170

Sargis The great council chamber was alive with a tension so thick, it could've cut stone. I stood at the head of the obsidian table, and the twelve council members were seated before me, their faces carved in varying degrees of anticipation, skepticism, and carefully veiled contempt. The heavy doors closed behind me with a finality that rang across the vaulted silence. I didn't sit. "This meeting will be brief," I announced, my voice carrying the weight of the crown and the beast beneath my skin, "and my decision is final." They straightened in their seats. Tavrek folded his arms. Avaline tilted her chin with a quiet hum of curiosity. Malthor, my father, remained silent. Elra adjusted her glasses, and Callon tapped an impatient finger on the table's edge. "The mate selection will end," I declared, brokering no room for challenge. " Varn was the first to speak. "End the selection? With all due respect, Your Majest

Narine I was laughing my brains out, no, really. The kind of laugh that snatches breath from your lungs and leaves your ribs aching, your cheeks flushed, and your soul feeling... lighter. My stomach hurt, my eyes stung from the tears, and my cheeks felt like they'd crack from smiling so hard. Hasmik hadn't changed one bit. Still as unfiltered and hilarious as ever, commanding the room like it was her damn stage. Her timing, expressions, and the way she delivered even the simplest line had all of us doubled over in laughter. I could barely keep up with her quips, and neither could anyone else. Elenwyn had nearly choked on her wine at one point. Saela was doubled over, with tears streaming down her cheeks as she tried, and failed, to scold Hasmik for her vulgar impersonation of one of the council members. Even Liora was cackling in that soft, delicate way of hers that made everything feel gentler. It was chaos, beautiful chaos, and it felt like home. We w

NARINEThe room was quiet again, eerily so. The lingering scent of laughter and liquor had faded, replaced by the soothing hush of night. The girls had cleaned up. Empty bottles were gone, crumbs wiped, and wrappers stuffed into a bin that hadn't been there before. Even the pillows were fluffed like they'd never wailed and wept into them over my life minutes ago.I padded barefoot across the floor, towel-drying the ends of my hair. My skin still tingled from the hot shower, and my heart hadn't quite caught up with the reality of the night, that I was his, truly his, and come morning, I'd be the queen.Sargis had tossed me one of his shirts and a soft pair of shorts the moment I stepped out of the shower.The sound of the shower still ran in the bathroom, and Sargis was taking his shower.I crawled into bed, pulled my legs under the sheets, and grabbed my phone. Just a harmless scroll, I told myself. But of course, Hasmik had created a group chat."The Lunette

As early as six a.m., I was already wide awake in an empty bed while the heat of his body still lingered on the sheets like an afterthought. I had slept like a baby, lulled by the even rhythm of his breathing at my back and the comforting weight of his arm draped around my waist, grounding me through the night. But now he was gone. Sargis had risen early to get things underway, likely off tending to state matters I didn't yet understand, preparing the kingdom for what would become the biggest announcement of his reign. Declaring a mate and queen. Me. I barely had time to process a coherent thought before chaos stormed in. The attendants assigned to dress me, soft-spoken, expertly trained palace women, had only just stepped inside when they were unceremoniously kicked out. By them. They barged in like a whirlwind, loud and bossy, rolling their eyes at the palace staff like they'd been waiting for an excus

Sargis They say a ruler is meant to be unmoved, an unshaken mountain against storms, but the moment I saw her at the top of those marble stairs, the air left me. The throne room had been transformed into a living monument. Vaulted ceilings stretched high enough to cradle constellations, their gilded arches catching the glow of hundreds of floating drones. And yet, I could see only her. Her gown caught every spark of the lumen-orbs, silver-threaded and star-dusted as though the night sky had chosen to follow her. The train poured behind her like liquid moonlight, her veil drifting as if moved by a tide only she commanded. Her eyes found mine, anchoring me, as they always had. God, the long years of an empty throne beside me had all been leading here. The crown no longer felt like a burden, it felt like a bond, because she was here to share it. I reached out my hand, fingers outstretched, intently watching as she gracefully m