All Chapters of The Jilted Luna : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Victoria kept her eyes on Ophelia as another forgotten memory slowly rose from the depths of her mind. In her memory, two little girls sat beneath a flowering tree in the palace garden. They picked fresh white daisies one by one and carefully wove them together. The younger girl struggled with the tiny flowers, fumbling more than once before finally managing to finish a simple flower crown. When she was done, she carefully placed it on the older girl’s head. “Sister… you’re so beautiful,” she whispered, her voice barely louder than the breeze. She couldn’t bring herself to meet the other girl’s eyes. Instead, she looked down at the ground and nervously twisted her fingers together, clearly embarrassed by her own words. Victoria stared at the memory. The shy posture, the lowered gaze, and the quiet admiration on the little girl’s face were all painfully familiar. Every detail reminded her of the Ophelia standing in front of her now. As the memory faded, another face appeared

“Sweetheart, come and sit beside me,” the Queen said with a warm smile as she gently took Victoria’s hand and led her to the sofa.Victoria settled comfortably beside her mother, taking the seat on her right. As soon as she sat down, the twins climbed onto the cushion beside her without anyone asking them to. For children their age, they were surprisingly well-behaved, sitting quietly while staying close to their mother. Across from them, Ophelia gracefully lowered herself onto the seat beside the Queen, folding her hands neatly in her lap.It wasn’t long before the first merchant was shown into the lounge.Pushing a polished cart filled with elegant gowns, he stopped before the royal family and bowed respectfully before lifting his head.Naturally, his eyes fell on Victoria.His expression changed almost at once.She looked…Familiar.This wasn’t the first time he had been invited to the palace. For many years, he and several trusted merchants had regularly brought their finest goods

For a brief moment, it almost felt like time had turned back.The Queen and the Alpha King found themselves thinking about the days before Victoria disappeared, when life had been peaceful and laughter came so easily. The palace had once been filled with warmth, and family dinners usually ended with smiles around the table. Those precious memories had never truly disappeared. They had simply been buried beneath years of heartbreak and longing.Now, after everything they had suffered, Victoria was finally sitting with them again.The joy of having her back blended with the pain of everything they had lost to reach this moment. The two emotions existed side by side, and neither could erase the other.Everyone in the lounge shared in that happiness.Also, the mention of a Homecoming Banquet brightened the atmosphere. It would not be long before every werewolf across the kingdom learned that their missing princess had finally returned. Even more important, the banquet would officially dec

Sylas had expected the Alpha King to react the moment rumors began spreading through the werewolf territories. Instead, the Royal Court remained unnervingly quiet. Yes, the Red Moon Pack had already been isolated from the other packs. That much both he and Carlisle had noticed years ago. Trade routes that had once been reliable slowly dried up. Allied packs have been keeping their distance, and invitations to important gatherings quietly stopped arriving. No one openly declared the Red Moon Pack an enemy, but everyone treated them as though they carried an invisible stain. Yet the complete silence from the Royal Family felt wrong. It wasn’t the silence of people who had forgotten. It felt like the silence of people waiting. And somehow, that made Sylas even more uneasy. He had spent countless nights turning the possibilities over in his head. In the end, every conclusion led him to one of only two answers. Either the Alpha King was quietly preparing something devastating for the

Carlisle stood in silence, his lips pressed into a thin line as his gaze slowly swept across the ruined office.The overturned furniture, shattered windows, broken glass, and splintered wood made the room look as though a fierce battle had just taken place. There was barely anything left intact.After a long moment, he turned away from the destruction and rested a shoulder against the wall beside the broken window. His eyes drifted toward the pack grounds beyond the manor, but it was obvious he wasn’t really looking at them.For the briefest moment, the weight he carried showed on his face.He looked exhausted.Not physically, but like a man who had spent years dragging around a burden that refused to grow any lighter.The expression disappeared almost immediately.Carlisle straightened his back and squared his shoulders, burying every trace of weakness beneath the cold mask he had perfected over the years. The familiar chill returned to his eyes, and the quiet pressure of his bloodlu