Todos los capítulos de Rejected Chubby Luna; Claimed By The Lycan King: Capítulo 161 - Capítulo 170

Seraphina’s POVI was sitting in the King’s suite, going through a stack of reports when my phone vibrated.I almost ignored it but something made me reach for it.The moment I saw the name on the screen, my fingers froze.Emelda.For several seconds, I simply stared at the message.Then I opened it.Seraphina, I know I have hurt you, and I know I have no right to ask anything from you after everything I have done.But I have spent the last few days thinking about everything that happened.I was wrong.I allowed my fear of losing my brother to turn me against you. I allowed jealousy and anger to control me, and I did things I deeply regret.I would like to speak with you privately.Please give me one more chance to apologize properly.I am not asking you to forgive me immediately, I only want you to hear me.There is a quiet estate outside the palace. If you’re willing, meet me there.I read the message twice and something about it felt strange.Emelda had barely spoken to me since Ca

Laura’s POVI watched Vanessa and her mom disappear upstairs while I continued screaming for help. I was still on the floor bleeding and begging.I screamed again. “Somebody help me!” My voice was barely recognizable.But no one came, that was when I finally understood that no one in this house was coming to save me.I was on my own.I looked down at the blood pooling beneath me, more of it now than before, and a new kind of terror gripped me.If I stayed here, I could die or my baby could die and nobody would care until it was too late and I wasn’t going to let that happen.“No.” I shook my head. “I can’t stay here, I have to get out.”I tried to stand, forcing my legs to hold my weight, but they buckled instantly, pain screaming through my abdomen until I collapsed back down with a cry.“Ah!” Tears poured down my face.My legs felt useless but If I couldn't walk, I would crawl. I pressed my palms flat against the floor and pulled myself forward, my elbows scraping against the wood

Laura’s POVThe first thing I felt when I woke up was emptiness. My whole body felt heavy, sore in ways I couldn’t explain and there was a strange hollow feeling inside me that I couldn’t place at first.I slowly opened my eyes but I couldn't remember where I was. Then the memories came rushing back and my hands flew to my stomach. It was empty. Panic surged through me instantly.I looked around the room, my eyes finding the healer standing near the bed checking something on a small table. I pushed myself up slightly and pain immediately shot through my body.I gasped but I didn’t care.My hands moved across my stomach again.“My baby,” I said, my voice weak and cracked. “Where is my baby?”The healer turned toward me, and the moment I saw her face, my heart dropped.She hesitated.“Where is my baby?” I asked again, louder this time, panic clawing up my throat. “Did he survive? Tell me he survived.”The healer approached the bed with a sorrowful expression. Her voice was gentle, but

Laura’s POV“I need to see Maxwell,” I said, my voice hoarse but firm.The healer stepped in front of me immediately, blocking the doorway with her body like she thought that alone would be enough to stop me.“Laura, listen to me,” she said, her tone urgent. “You just survived a dangerous, premature delivery. Your body has been through trauma most people never recover from and If you try to walk right now in this condition you could collapse, you could start bleeding heavily again and that could lead to death.”“I don’t care,” I said, and I meant it.What did it matter if I collapsed? What did it matter if I bled out somewhere in that house? My son was already gone and there was nothing left in me that feared dying the way I once had.“He needs to see what he did,” I continued, my voice breaking slightly. “He needs to look at what his actions caused…he needs to see our baby.”She reached for my arm, trying one last time to stop me but I pulled away and gathered my son’s small body int

Seraphina’s POVThe moment the door clicked shut behind Emelda, I turned to Caspian, still holding the blanket loosely around myself.“That was too harsh,” I said.Caspian, who was still lying on the bed slowly turned his head toward me.His expression was unreadable.“Too harsh?”I pulled the blanket closer around myself.“Yes.”His eyebrows rose and I immediately regretted opening my mouth, not because I didn’t mean what I said but because I knew that look. Caspian was already in one of his moods and apparently, I had just volunteered to make it worse.“Seraphina.”“What?”“She walked into our bedroom without knocking while we were in bed and then she stood there laughing.”I sighed. “I know Cas, but when you say it like that, it sounds bad.”His eyes narrowed.“That’s because It was bad.”I bit my lip…maybe he had a point but still…“She’s always been like that,” I continued. “Barging in, laughing at the wrong moments, It’s just who she is. I understand why you were angry, but you