บททั้งหมดของ The Lycan Alpha’s Beloved Luna: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Noelle made her way weakly to Silas’s chamber. Before she could reach it, a wave of dizziness hit her, and she considered turning back. But the restlessness in her body urged her on. The thought of being replaced by someone else was unbearable. That wouldn’t only cost her closeness with her master, but make her more vulnerable and subjected to others’ bullying. No. She knocked gently on the door but received no response. She knocked again- same result. Disappointed, she turned to leave but bumped into a solid chest. The scent was unmistakable. She knew he was there before she lifted her gaze. Silas was right there as assumed. “Noelle,” he called out, clearly surprised. “What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be resting?” His curiosity was evident. Noelle suddenly became self-conscious and lost her words. “I- I’m ready to resume work,” she said hurriedly, facing down, unable to meet his eyes. Silence befell them before Silas spoke again. “You’re not fit to work yet.

“Repeat what you told me in my chamber, right here,” Prince Silas commanded in the grand hall, where the king, his beta, Alec, Selene, and other palace staff were present. Noelle, whom the prince had specifically sent for, stood among them, her attention completely pulled to the scene before her.Audrey and Megan knelt on the floor, their deeds ready to be exposed before everyone.“Am I really needed here? I need to attend to business rather than listen to some crappy matter between Omegas.” Princess Selene’s arrogant voice traveled through the hall. She looked bored.“Don’t be disrespectful, Selene. You really need to learn how to be patient, you will marry someday.” King Nico said to his daughter.Selene rolled her eyes.Silas remained focused on the Omegas.“She lied against me, Megan was jealous that the prince chose me as his personal attendant over her. She’s lying!” Audrey desperately conveyed, her lips quivering in terror. Noelle stood nearby, confused and anxious about what w

Panic surged through Prince Silas as he searched the forest for Noelle. He had been searching for over an hour, and it felt like a dagger had been driven into his heart. He felt empty, hollow, as if a vital piece of himself had been torn away.“Noelle!” he shouted, his voice echoing through the dense woods. He kept calling her name, hoping she would somehow emerge from the shadows. The other Lycans had heard him and joined the search as he had ordered.“I think she ran away. It’s not like she’s anyone important, we should be hunting by now.” one of the Lycans, Kyle, commented nonchalantly. “The wolves might have even killed her.” He added.Silas spun around, his eyes bloodshot and murderous. In the blink of an eye, his hand closed around Kyle’s throat, lifting him effortlessly off the ground.“P-please, Your Highness, I didn’t mean it,” Kyle gasped. He was one of the important staff in the Lycan palace, but at this moment, Silas didn’t care. Kyle’s face turned pink as he desperately c

Silas remained silent for a moment, wrestling with his thoughts. If he didn’t risk everything for Noelle, who would? Leaving her to die would be like abandoning a part of himself to be lost forever. Only now did he realize how deeply he had grown attached to her. He had grown so accustomed to her presence that whenever he was away from the palace, his mind often drifted to thoughts of returning home, just to have Noelle tend to his needs.It was like a mate bond- tugging at him, calling on him. He didn’t understand it but he knew Noelle felt like a part of him he had luckily discovered.He recalled the blood moon night, where he wasn't meant to kiss her, yet the attraction he felt toward her was overpowering. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. And if he were honest with himself, the attraction had been there since the first time he saw her— the night he saw her beside that stream, crying.Something had pulled at him that night to head to that side of the packhouse.

“No, no, no!” Noelle repeated with terror as she watched the white-haired lanky woman in a long black hoodie cloak knock out Silas. Her body racked with sobs as she stared in horror, wishing she could do something.“Shhh little witch, that tiny voice of yours has works to do. Don’t exhaust yourself yet.” The white-haired woman whispered, her white eyes shining with amusement as she temporarily watched Noelle struggle with the chains.“I’m not a witch! You sick monster!” Noelle screamed on the top of her lungs, her blue eyes wildly shifting to look at Silas’ unconscious body. He had come to find her, the prince had come to look for her…the thought of it made her breath hitch, made her restless. She would die peacefully knowing he came to find her. She knew she couldn’t escape this, she would be delusional to think she could escape witches and wizards who could snap her neck with just a tweak of their fingers.“You are a witch, Noelle. And not just an ordinary witch.” The woman’s voice