บททั้งหมดของ The Lycan King's Luna Healer : บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 119

Sharina’s POV (Two weeks ago, after the bloodbath) The doctor said Malric and Lucien were already out of danger. They'll live. I walked out of the royal infirmary. The scent of blood still lingered in the air, thick and metallic. The chaos had settled a little, but not enough for anyone to truly relax. Immediately I stepped outside, that was when my phone vibrated in my hand. I didn’t have to check the caller ID to know who it was. I barely had friends or anyone to check up on me. So it had to be him. As expected, the screen lit up with that psychopath’s number. And my heart skipped anyway. For a moment, I hesitated. My fingers hovered over the screen, my mind flashing back to the last time I delayed picking his call… and what he did to Gigi and Ben because of it. I didn’t let it ring a second longer. I slid the green button instantly. “He… hello?” I said, bringing the phone to my ear. But instead of his voice, background voices flooded through the line. His voice was ther

Malric’s POVFor two weeks that Emily had been lying in that hospital, I couldn’t blame anyone else but myself. The thought lingered constantly, settling in the back of my mind like a weight I couldn’t shake off no matter how many distractions I forced upon myself.Even during the trip I had no choice but to undertake, my mind refused to settle. Meetings, decisions, movements—I went through them all mechanically, barely present. At some point, I found myself calling Robert almost every minute, asking about her condition, her breathing, her strength—anything that would assure me she was still holding on.Each time the line connected, I would hear his voice, calm and steady, giving me reports. Good ones.Still, none of it was enough.Hearing that she was stable was one thing. Knowing it was another. And until I had both, my chest refused to ease.Not until he finally told me she had woken up.Relief washed over me so deeply it almost felt unreal. For the first time in days, the tigh

Emily’s POV The tight knot in my chest finally loosened after talking to Malric. Not completely… but enough for me to breathe again. We spent hours at the gazebo, longer than I had planned, longer than I probably should have allowed myself. Still, I didn’t want to leave. Not yet. Not when everything between us still felt… fragile, like one wrong word could shift something I wasn’t ready to lose. At some point, he mind-linked the servants, and our meal was brought out to us. I watched quietly as the plates were arranged on the table. The subtle clinks of cutlery, the soft movements of the servants as they stepped away—it all felt like the world had slowed down just for this moment. We ate there, under the quiet evening sky, the soft breeze brushing against my skin, carrying a calm I hadn’t felt in days. For a while, neither of us spoke. It wasn’t awkward. Just… quiet. Comfortable in a way that didn’t demand anything from either of us. But our eyes kept locking. Then, in the mi

Emily’s POV “Stop defending me!” The words came out louder than I intended, sharp and raw. I didn’t even try to take them back. “It’s obvious,” I continued, my voice shaking despite myself. “I’m not who you want me to be. I’m not a healer.” His expression shifted, just slightly, but he didn’t interrupt. He just stood there. Listening. And somehow, that made it worse. “Let’s just stop deceiving ourselves,” I went on, my voice dropping, breaking at the edges. “You and I… we won’t work.” The words hurt even as I said them, but that was the pure truth. “I’m tired,” I whispered. “I’m just… tired of all this. Please.” I didn’t wait for a response. If I stayed any longer, I might not be able to leave at all. So I turned and walked away. By the time I got to my room, my head was pounding. Not just from exhaustion… but from everything I had been holding in. For three days, I had tried. Tried to believe. Tried to prove something I wasn’t even sure existed. And all that time, I kep

Malric’s POV Princie.My body stilled the moment she mentioned the name.“Where did you hear that from?” I asked, my gaze locking onto hers, sharp and unyielding.She didn’t answer.Instead, she pushed herself off the floor like she hadn’t just said something that shifted everything… and turned to walk away.My hand shot out, gripping her arm before she could take a step.“You haven’t answered me.”She snapped her head to me, irritation flashing in her eyes.“I don’t know,” she said. “Don't ask me.”I didn’t loosen my grip. That nickname… Sharina used to call me when she was a child. No one else did. And hearing it from Emily right now… it didn’t feel distant. That unsettled me, making my initial anger slowly fade.My gaze lingered on her face, searching, trying to make sense of something I couldn’t quite grasp.There was something about her I had never noticed before… something familiar that tugged at me in a way I couldn’t explain.“Someone used to call me that,” I said slowly, th