Todos os capítulos de The Lycan Alpha’s Beloved Luna: Capítulo 151 - Capítulo 160

As Noelle brushed past Voren, her heart still reeling with restrained fury, her sharp gaze fixed ahead as she headed toward the palace. The tension clung to her like a second skin, but as she approached the corner of the entrance, a familiar figure stepped into her path, halting her in her tracks. She slowly looked up at the height towering over her to see Bryan.His sudden appearance made her freeze. Before she could speak, Bryan’s hand shot out, gripping her wrist firmly but gently, his eyes full of urgency. “Noelle,” he whispered, his tone low and hurried, “come with me.”Without waiting for her response, Bryan tugged her away from the entrance and led her down a narrow path, out of sight from any wandering eyes. The two of them slipped into a quiet, secluded corner behind a towering hedge in the palace gardens.Once they were alone, Bryan released her hand, his expression conflicted. His face was taut with confusion, based on something he hadn’t been ready to share before now. Noe

The morning light seeped through the grand windows of Bryan's chambers as Zenith moved about quietly, her hands shaky as she arranged his clothes and prepared his attire for the day. Her usual grace was replaced with an underlying demeanor that she couldn’t hide well . As she adjusted his shirt, Bryan’s piercing eyes lingered on her movements, catching the slight tremor in her fingers, the way she avoided meeting his eyes directly.Bryan leaned against the edge of his desk, watching her intently, every motion she made feeding his growing suspicions. He hadn’t forgotten the strange exchange he overheard between Noelle and Voren the other day. Noelle had made it very clear that Zenith was important to her, even going as far as warning Voren not to touch her. Why? What did Noelle know about Zenith that he didn’t?Zenith, sensing his stare, hurried to finish her tasks, her heart beating faster than normal. She knew Bryan was watching her, scrutinizing her every movement. The air in the ro

The grimoire splayed open before Noelle. The pages smelled of age and dark magic, and as her fingers traced the worn, archaic symbols, she felt a wave of foreboding wash over her. This book was a key, a tool she could use to weaken Voren, but it was also dangerous, filled with secrets older than the kingdom itself. She had to be careful.The book contained spells—spells to disrupt power, to bind magic, and to unearth hidden truths. Her eyes flicked over each page carefully, her breathing steady, as she absorbed every detail. Some of the spells were written in a language she didn’t fully understand, but her instincts guided her through the process. A quiet incantation filled the room as she whispered one of the simplest binding spells, testing its strength. The bulbs flickered in response, dimming ever so slightly as a faint breeze curled through the room.Noelle felt the pull of magic through her veins, a quiet surge of energy that made her heart race. This is it, she thought happily.

Noelle strolled through the palace gardens, taking her time to relish in the evidence of the ripe flowers and green plants. It was one of her last few days here, and she felt the need to take a quiet walk, to reconnect with the peace she had always found in nature. She brushed her fingers over the leaves and closed her eyes, breathing in the scent of roses and jasmine that floated on the breeze. For a brief moment, everything else faded away, Voren, the chaos, even her father’s expectations. It was just her, alone with the calming whispers of the garden.As she stood there, Silas appeared from behind one of the pillars, his eyes locked on her. He had been passing by when he caught sight of her, the sight unexpectedly drawing him in. Silas had intended to keep a low profile this afternoon, slipping away from his responsibilities for a moment of solitude. But now, seeing her standing in the middle of the garden, with the soft light surrounding her, he couldn’t resist the pull that broug

The palace dining room gleamed with opulence as King Nico and others gathered around the long mahogany table. The bright big chandelier hung at the top, illuminating their faces each.King Nico, seated at the head of the table, began with a hearty welcome. He seemed excited to have all his family and future family together. "Lord Zach," he said, lifting his goblet in a toast, "it’s an honor to have you with us. Your influence in the eastern regions speaks volumes, and it’s a privilege to strengthen our alliance."Lord Zach, every inch the dignified figure, returned the gesture, raising his glass. "Thank you, Your Majesty. The strength of this kingdom’s lineage is evident, especially with the next generation stepping into their roles." His gaze swept the table, lingering on Silas and Ziya, as he added, “And soon, I hope to see my family’s connection with the royal line deepen.”The table fell silent for a moment, the statement heavy with implication. Ziya, seated next to Silas, flashed