All Chapters of Orphaned Queen Goddess: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Jonathan POVAs a Fae, detecting deception is second nature. Sometimes it’s an overwhelming surge of certainty; other times, it’s a subtle, lingering unease that gnaws at the edges of perception. That’s why I volunteered to help Sebastian. In matters as grave as this, the ability to sense dishonesty is invaluable.Celine needs rest. She and Dolton have a lot to prepare for with the flight training looming. Meanwhile, I find myself standing in the shadows of Sebastian’s command center, watching him prepare to address the kingdom. Even through a television screen, his presence is formidable—commanding and unyielding. He embodies the weight of leadership, his mere posture enough to silence doubt.I understand why many in the kingdom are uneasy about Joseph taking over the throne. They’ve grown accustomed to Sebastian’s strength, his unwavering determination. Yet expecting him to rule until his body gives out is cruel. Even a king deserves a life beyond the crown.The crew signals their r

Celine POVI jolt awake, my body already mid-shift, scales rippling over my skin, wings unfurling, and claws extending before I can even process what’s happening. Panic claws at my chest, my mind a whirlwind of confusion and fear.I’m fully in my dragon form, the foreign weight of it pressing down on me. Nothing feels right. The room feels constricting, too small to contain this body. My mind races, trying to understand what’s going on. This wasn’t a voluntary shift. It couldn’t be. Someone must have used magic to force this. But who? Why?I stumble toward the door, instinct driving me to escape, but something makes me stop short. My claws dig into the floor as I hesitate, my chest heaving with shallow breaths. No. If someone is outside, using magic to force this shift, I could be walking into a trap. I shake my head, stepping back, my tail knocking into a chair and sending it clattering to the floor.Calm down, Luperca’s voice cuts through my rising panic, her tone soothing but firm.

Celine POVHis tongues descend once more, relentless and ravenous, claiming me with each calculated stroke. Ecstasy surges through me like a storm, each orgasm more consuming than the last. Yet he doesn’t stop. He won’t stop. His relentless devotion to my pleasure is both intoxicating and maddening, a torment I can’t resist.My body trembles uncontrollably, a live wire overloaded with sensation. Every lick ignites my overstimulated nerves, sending shivers cascading through me. I should push him away, plead for reprieve, but the primal hunger he stirs won’t allow it. Instead, I claw at him, dragging him closer, craving the agonizing pleasure only he can provide.His claws dig into my hips, their sharpness a counterpoint to the slick heat of his tongues. Pain and pleasure meld, an alchemical fusion that makes me lightheaded with need. I feel the abrasive texture of his scales against my thighs, each graze sparking my heightened senses further.“Please,” I rasp, my voice shredded by the

Sebastian PovMy eyes open to the blinding sunlight and the warmth of Celine’s body against mine. As I take in my surroundings, the cave we’re in is big, panic sets in. I quickly flip Celine over and scan her back for any sign of the spike. My body relaxes when I see that there isn’t one. He didn’t claim her.“Celine?” I gently nudge her awake, running my finger along her face. She looks up at me with sleepy eyes and rubs them.“It’s me. Are you okay?” I ask, relief flooding through me as I stroke her hair.“Why didn’t you tell me about Ember season? And why did you block Helios?” Her tone is accusatory and I can feel guilt weighing heavy on my chest.“During Ember season, mates usually claim each other. I didn’t want Helios to claim you, so I blocked him. I was hoping it would protect you,” I admit, rubbing my face tiredly.Celine sighs loudly and cuddles closer to me, but she doesn’t look pleased with me at all. And I can’

Dolton POVSebastian is off doing... whatever it is Sebastian does. Likely something related to the kidnappings and the children being sold, though I can’t be certain. We’re working separately for now, occasionally consulting one another when input is needed, but otherwise keeping to our respective tasks.For me, the focus is on pinpointing possible locations where the Werewolf King might be hiding those he’s purchased. His palace seems like an obvious choice, but it’s also an impractical one. The risk of guards, maids, and others noticing something is far too great. No, he’s likely smarter than that. If I were in his shoes, I’d have them hidden elsewhere—just like Celine had been when she was younger.Something about the situation gnaws at me. We’ve been assuming that the Werewolf King only became ill recently, but that theory no longer holds water. No—we were wrong. The fact that Celine was used as his personal healer for years speaks volumes. He’s been sick much longer than anyone