All Chapters of The Lycan King's Luna Healer : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Emily’s POV Ruth and Darius stood with their beta and gamma, all of them bowed low.Sophia waved at me, and I lifted my hand in return through the glass barrier as Malric began pulling away.Lucien’s car followed closely behind.Malric’s fingers tightened slightly around the steering wheel, the leather creaking faintly under his grip. There had never been anything relaxed about the way he drove.His coat lay forgotten in the backseat the moment he slid behind the wheel.He wasn’t dressed like a king of a supernatural kingdom. He rarely did. But everything about him still screamed power and authority.A dark fitted shirt clung to his frame, the sleeves rolled to his elbows, revealing forearms lined with veins and quiet strength.There was something about him. Something steady.Something that made it hard to believe anything could truly shake him.Aside from my mother… it was with Malric that I had felt this kind of inexplicable security.Like I could endure anything as long as he was

Emily’s POV With Sharina temporarily defeated, Irene followed me into my room.“Thank you,” she said quietly as she unpacked my luggage.“I should be the one thanking you instead,” I replied, turning slightly so she could help with the zipper at the back of my dress.“You can stay in my room if you’re not ready to face your mother yet,” I suggested, though I wasn’t even sure if that made sense.I just knew Sharina and her mother would definitely be on her neck for now.Irene exhaled softly as she pulled down the zipper.“I can’t always avoid her. She’s still my mother, you know…”Her voice suddenly trailed off.Her fingers had brushed against my lower back, right where the strange mark was.I stiffened instantly.Then quickly stepped away from her touch and turned to face her.“Is that a tattoo?” she asked, meeting my gaze.My throat tightened.“It’s nothing,” I said too quickly, reaching to pull the zipper back up again.Irene was still staring.“It’s beautiful,” she added.That cau

Irene’s POV My mind ran endlessly throughout the night until daybreak.And even then, I still couldn’t decide which death was easier—obeying Sharina… or telling the Lycan Prince the truth.So throughout the day, I avoided both of them.I couldn’t even tell my mother about this new complication. At this rate, I’d end up giving her high blood pressure.Somehow, I had to find a way through both disasters.As I carried on with my normal duties around the palace, whispers spread that the King and Sharina’s mating ceremony would happen in a few days.My chest tightened.That manipulator didn't deserve to be the queen. And every time I heard about it again, guilt twisted painfully inside me.I knew the truth.Yet I was still doing nothing.I was about to abandon another friend.Emily.God… I had never felt this mentally scattered and exhausted before.The dark circles under my eyes alone were enough to tell anyone I hadn’t slept all night.My mother didn’t question me much. She already ass

Emily’s POV After Lucien left, I walked over to Irene and we headed off together.She still looked shaken, though I kept reassuring her that everything would be fine.Lucien would look into it, just like he said he would.And… I had noticed the strange way he looked at her now.It wasn’t obvious. Just subtle enough to make me wonder.Although, I couldn’t tell what was going on inside his head… whether he actually liked Irene or not.That Lycan prince was impossible to read.Irene and I talked for a while longer since she had already finished her duties for the day.As for me… the butler still refused to let me lift a finger because of Malric’s ridiculous instructions.After talking and fooling around a little more, Irene suddenly remembered Lucien’s handkerchief.She insisted she had to return it before he got angry and lashed out at her.I laughed at the way she said it.I still didn’t completely understand why Irene feared Lucien that much.Then again…Maybe I did.When you’re secr

Irene’s POV My hands tightened around the handkerchief the lycan prince had given me as I knocked on the door to his suite, waiting for him to answer.I couldn’t tell whether he was inside or not.Unlike the Lycan King, the lycan prince didn’t keep guards stationed outside his door who could tell whether he was in his chambers. Not because of anything in particular, he simply hated the idea ever since he was young.My mum raised him, so I knew most of his habits.Even as a lycan, you would rarely find scars on his body. He cherished his body more than even she-wolves did. I had seen him countless times half-naked whenever he ordered me to come bathe him in his tub. Soapy water always covered his private parts, but still… I had never seen scars on the exposed parts of him.I knocked again, waiting another thirty seconds before deciding what to do.According to his instructions, if you knocked three times and he didn’t answer, you were never to attempt a fourth."If I'm inside, I'd ope