Todos os capítulos de The Lycan Alpha’s Beloved Luna: Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 140

Noelle woke with a start, her heart beating fast as remnants of her nightmare circled her head. The silhouettes in her room felt more pronounced, curling in corners and scaring her. In the dream, she had seen Silas, his face twisted in pain, while Alaina stood beside him with a sinister smile curling her lips as she brandished a weapon. It was the same nightmare she had experienced multiple times over the past week, and each occurrence gnawed at her sanity, leaving her breathless and terrified. She had been forced to message Silas a couple of days ago when she couldn’t shake the dream from her mind. He hadn’t texted back. Even though she had added in the message that he shouldn’t reply, she half-expected him to.Having the dream again was only worsening her fear now that he hadn’t reached out. Was he alright? she thought.She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to dispel the images that threatened her sanity. With a heavy sigh, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and planted her fe

Marcus stormed through the palace gates of Lycorealm, his eyes burning with a fierce amber glow. His strides were urgent. The guards didn’t dare stop him. His presence alone made them step back instinctively.Silas, standing at the top of the grand staircase, felt his stomach tighten. He exchanged a quick glance with Bryan, who was already on edge.“What’s going on?” Bryan muttered under his breath, though the answer was clear from Marcus’s expression alone.Before Silas could respond, Marcus reached the base of the stairs, his voice thunderous as it echoed through the hall.“Where is she?” Marcus growled, his voice thick with anger and fear. His eyes bore into Silas, then shifted to Bryan, demanding for answers.Silas tensed, stepping down a few steps. “Who?”“Noelle!” Marcus roared, his patience nonexistent. “You don’t get to play games with me.” His fists clenched at his sides, nails biting into his palms. Bryan stiffened. “You let her slip from your sight?” His voice was low, both

Bryan caught sight of Voren from the corner of his eye and hesitated for a moment. He was wary of him. At that moment, he couldn’t help but regret that he knew about the chaos he created with his mother just to lie that Silas and Noelle’s bond had cursed it. He felt a tiny guilt but he quickly shook it off.He walked over to Silas, who was at the base of the grand staircase, consulting with King Nico about the specifics of the journey ahead.“Do you trust that we should follow his guide?” Bryan muttered, his voice low enough that only Silas could hear.Silas barely glanced up from the map he was studying, but his brows furrowed slightly. “I don’t like Voren, if that’s what you’re asking. But right now, we don’t have much of a choice.”Bryan crossed his arms, his eyes narrowing as they flicked toward Voren once more. “Something feels off. He’s too calm for all this.”Silas exhaled, his gaze still focused on the map, though the lines had started to blur. “We can’t afford to question eve

Noelle’s eyes fluttered open to a room bathed in soft, unnatural light. The air felt wrong, heavy, oppressive, as if it’s pricking her skin. For a moment, she wasn’t sure where she was. The familiar comforts of Marcus's home seemed like a distant dream, but the icy chill running through her veins told her something far more unpleasant was at play.She tried to move, but her body screamed in protest, aching with a deep exhaustion that left her limp and powerless. Her wrists were bound in thick, shimmering chains that glowed faintly, pulsing with magic. Every attempt to struggle made the chains tighten, sapping her strength further. She was now tired of finding herself chained."Where am I?" she whispered, her voice hoarse, though she didn’t know if anyone was there to answer.The room around her was deceptively beautiful, a wide space with marble floors and walls adorned with delicate tapestries. But the beauty was a mask, concealing the darkness lurking beneath. There were no windows,

The sound of the jeep pulling up at the palace was a sound Ziya had longed to hear for days. She had been away from the palace, visiting her hometown and handling matters there. But she had longed to be with Silas throughout her stay at home. She had missed him. The air blew her long black hair as she stepped out of the car. Her thick leather jacket and heavy boots doing a great job in suppressing the cold.The palace guards bowed respectfully as she stepped out, her dark hair flowing freely, eyes scanning the castle as if this was her real home.She moved swiftly through the grand entrance, her shoes tapping lightly on the marbled floor. The palace staff greeted her, but Ziya’s mind was elsewhere. She was looking for him. She needed to see Silas. It had been too long.Approaching the throne room, she found the king pacing, his expression strained and his body taut as though something was heavily bothering him. King Nico rarely showed his unease, which immediately sent alarm bells rin