All Chapters of Orphaned Queen Goddess: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Celine POV As I collapse onto the floor in the main hall of the packhouse, I can’t help but wonder: what was the point of all this? Why did they pay so much for me at the auction? I am nothing more than a cook, a cleaner, a body to be used at their whim. What do they gain from me that they couldn’t find in someone else?My mind lingers on Dolton. He never came for me, never rescued me. A part of me still wonders about him, about the life he might be living now. Deep down, though, I always knew his loyalty to his brothers would stop him. They were too close, bound by a bond that I could never compete with. I imagine him moving on quickly, finding another mate, forgetting me.The faint noise outside draws my attention. I stand quickly and move knowing that taking a break inside the packhouse is against rules. The sound of boots hitting the stone floor grows louder until the pack’s Luna appears, standing just behind Alpha Dale. She’s quiet, her face a mask of indifference, her shadow bar

Sebastian POVI knew it was a reckless decision, and I told Joseph, my only son that, not that he listened. Chasing a cure for his mate was noble, but he didn’t think about the cost. His actions didn’t just endanger himself—they jeopardized the safety of our entire flight, our royal family, and everything we’ve worked to protect.He left with too few guards, ignoring the very advice I would have given him if I’d known. Had he confided in me, I would have accompanied him, ensuring his safety and tempering his impulsiveness. But he didn’t. And now, I’ve had to leave the safety of our stronghold to find him, venturing into the hostile werewolf kingdom and worse—a rogue pack’s territory.The buildings here are crude, utilitarian structures made of weathered stone and wood, their sharp edges and darkened facades speaking of a place where survival is valued over comfort. The stench of dark magic clings to the air, heavy and suffocating, as if the very land is cursed. The guards at my side re

Sebastian POVThe weight in my chest is suffocating, an anger I can barely contain roiling within me. Helios, my dragon, is restless, roaring his rage at what these monsters have done to her. Every time she flinches, every bruise and scar on her fragile body makes him thrash inside me, demanding justice. He senses her wolf struggling beneath layers of suppression, clawing to be free, yet unable to break through.And then there’s the magic. It clings to her like a second skin, yet she fears it. It’s hers—part of her essence—and somehow, she’s completely unaware of it. How could she not know she’s more than just a werewolf?I never thought I’d find my mate. I had resigned myself to the idea that she didn’t exist, that the fates had overlooked me. Then she appeared, in the darkest, most wretched place imaginable. She’s broken, scarred inside and out, her trust shattered by years of abuse. I ache to know her, to hear her story, but I know better than to push.She clings to me now, tremblin

Sebastian POVI watch her, my heart pounding as I wait for a sign. Emotions flood her face—confusion, fear, pain. Then her eyes snap open, wide with realization, and tears fall freely.“I remember,” she whispers, her voice trembling. “He said he loved me. He told me to focus... to find my wolf.” She looks at me, her expression a mix of awe and sorrow. “He said... I’m the Queen Goddess?”The words hit me like a thunderclap. My mind reels, trying to comprehend. The Queen Goddess? That would make her... above all other deities. Above the Moon Goddess. How? She looks at me like she wants me to explain.“I’ll explain soon,” I promise, my voice steady despite the storm inside me. “What happened to him after he told you? Where did he go?”“His dad came in,” she says, her voice breaking again. “He was shouting at Dolton for telling me. Dolton begged him not to make me forget. He was screaming for me to remember as they dragged him away.”Her tears flow harder, and I pull her close, my mind spi

Celine POV I set to work, using my claws to dig the bullets out. My breath comes in shallow gasps, and sweat beads on my forehead. The bullets aren’t deep, but the act of removing them feels like pulling poison from his very soul. Each one hits the ground with a metallic clink, and I feel a flicker of hope.“Mutt!”The voice freezes me. It’s cold, mocking, and all too familiar. My body goes rigid as I turn toward the source. Beta Noah. His sneer cuts through the dim light as he steps into the room, his presence suffocating.“I can smell you,” he says, his voice dripping with cruel amusement. “I knew you’d come back.”Joseph’s shout snaps me out of my paralysis. “Get out of the cell before he locks it!”I bolt for the cell door, fumbling with the keys in my haste as I race to Joseph's cell. But before I can reach Joseph’s cell, Noah’s hand catches me, slamming me against the stone wall. Pain radiates through my back, and I cry out. His grip tightens around my neck, cutting off my air.