All Chapters of Orphaned Queen Goddess: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Celine’s POVJonathan has retreated to the adjoining bedroom, leaving us in a charged silence. My thoughts keep circling back to Sebastian and Dolton. I can feel the heat rising within me again—an unmistakable, primal need that consumes my thoughts. The idea of being with them while they’re shifted flares in my mind, a fantasy so intense it makes my skin tingle.Sebastian keeps resisting the idea, but I want this. I need it. Maybe if Dolton shifts as well, it’ll make everything easier.I straddle Dolton’s lap, letting a playful smile dance across my lips. My hands skim his broad shoulders as I lean in, my mouth grazing the sensitive spot on his neck. Heat floods through me, and I realise my current state—my uncontrollable desire—is because I’m in heat again. It’s amplifying everything, making every touch, every breath, electric.Dolton’s smile is soft, understanding, as his hands rest on my hips. “You only need to ask,” he whispers, his voice low and inviting.“Then shift,” I say, my

Sebastian’s POVThe soft hum of the car engine is a constant backdrop to the long hours of travel. I’ve spent nearly the entire ride with my head buried in documents and notes, piecing together the threads of the Werewolf King’s treachery. The evidence isn’t just a puzzle—it’s a time bomb. Every new detail adds to the growing picture of just how dire our situation is. But this is my responsibility now. Celine has enough to manage with deciphering the ancient journals and learning to master her powers. She doesn’t need the added weight of this on her shoulders.From the corner of my eye, I notice Celine and Dolton sitting close together, deep in conversation. Her smile is soft, and her laugh rings out occasionally, a soothing sound in the otherwise tense atmosphere. Meanwhile, Jonathan sits across from them, his gaze fixed on the floor. His silence is more pronounced than usual, a heavy stillness that presses around us. Normally reserved, today he seems almost withdrawn, his presence m

Celine POVWith Jonathan and I sat together, we wait for Sebastian and Dolton to return. Despite everything going on, his presence always seems to bring a grounding steadiness, a welcome counterbalance to the chaos swirling around us.“Maybe there’s a lake nearby,” I suggest, my tone thoughtful. “I could try shifting there?”I glance at him, waiting to see if he agrees. It’s a good idea.“You do need to figure out how to shift into your merfolk form.” He smiles and the weight of my frustration from previous attempts creeps in. He nods, his understanding palpable in the soft look he gives me. “I’m happy to come with you if you want.”His offer brings a small smile to my lips. “I’d like that,” I reply, climbing out of the car. As we walk side by side through the trees, the sounds of nature surround us—chirping birds, the rustle of leaves in the soft breeze, and the crunch of our footsteps on the forest floor. A few minutes later, the glimmering surface of a pristine lake comes into view

Dolton POVCeline is still trembling, her body giving away just how deeply shaken she is. I can’t blame her—we should have warned her. We should have told her that outside the protection of the kingdoms, the world isn’t just untamed; it’s downright dangerous. But we didn’t expect her to wander off, to venture into a space where these horrors lurk. The guilt gnaws at me, knowing we could have prevented this.The only silver lining is that she shifted. Her merfolk form was nothing short of breathtaking—silver and gold shimmering together in her tail. Not even the royal Merfolk can boast such a rare combination of colors. Typically, the royal families have distinct, unique features that set them apart, but none of them have the brilliance that she does. It’s like her very being is touched by the divine, a beacon of her status as the Queen Goddess.But even that marvel is overshadowed by what just happened. We returned to the car and found them gone. The moment I saw the empty space where

Sebastian POVThe journey back feels excruciatingly longer than the trip to our destination. Perhaps it’s the numerous stops we’ve made along the way, or maybe it’s the tension hanging in the air, pressing down on us like a heavy, invisible weight. Normally, we’d take to the skies—flying is quicker and less draining—but given the uncertainty of Joseph’s situation, we couldn’t risk leaving behind vehicles and supplies. The ground travel is necessary, but it stretches time in a way that gnaws at my patience.It’s been nearly twelve hours since Celine’s encounter at the lake. I glance over at her, fast asleep and curled up against Jonathan as he sleeps. Her breathing is soft and steady, her body relaxed, but even in sleep, there’s a vulnerability about her that stirs a protective instinct deep within me. Jonathan holds her carefully, almost reverently, as though he’s afraid to disturb her. It’s a sight that, surprisingly, doesn’t spark jealousy—just a quiet sense of relief. She’s stopped