Lahat ng Kabanata ng Orphaned Queen Goddess: Kabanata 231 - Kabanata 240

Sebastian POVKing Thorne is the first to speak, his sharp Fae eyes flicking over each of us before settling on me. “You’re finally ready.”Celine steps forward, her voice steady. “We attack before first light.”Ulrich grunts, cracking his knuckles. “Good. We’ve been waiting.”Sereia’s silver eyes flick toward the map laid across the war table, the markers indicating the enemy stronghold, where the witches, the exiled, and the kidnapped children are being held. “Scouts have confirmed the layout. The children are in the lower chambers, heavily guarded.”Aarmon chuckles darkly. “Of course they are. They know we’re coming for them.”I step up to the table, my claws scraping lightly against the wood as I look at the map. “Then we go in fast. No drawn-out fight. We take the children first, eliminate resistance, and burn the rest to the ground.”Dolton’s growl rumbles low in his chest. “No survivors.”Celine’s golden eyes narrow. “None.”A heavy silence settles over the room, the weight of

Celine POVThe last lock breaks with a sharp snap, the rusted metal falling to the ground with a hollow clang. The children hesitate, their wide eyes darting between the fallen witch, the door, and me.I crouch down slightly, softening my tone. “We don’t have time to be afraid. I need you all to follow me, stay together, and do exactly as I say.”The older girl nods first. The moment she does, the others start moving. Their steps are small, hesitant, but they are moving, and that’s all that matters.I turn toward the door, magic still lingering in the air from whatever the witch had been trying to summon. The sensation of it makes my skin crawl, but I don&rs

CelineThe bodies are cleared, the air is still heavy with the scent of blood and magic. The exiled who swore loyalty remain kneeling, their heads bowed, the weight of my command still pressing down on them. But they won't fight us. Not now. Not ever.Sebastian steps forward, his eyes sweeping over the battlefield. “We hold this place,” he says, his voice firm. “The fight may be over, but we don’t move yet. We need to make sure it’s secure.”Jonathan nods, his wings twitching as he glances toward the surrounding forest. “There could still be stragglers. We should sweep the area.”Dolton cracks his knuckles, rolling his shoulders. “I’ll lead some of the guards and such through the perimeter. We’ll make sure there’s nothing left hiding.”Aarmon studies the stronghold itself, his gaze narrowing. “This place was built for containment. It might actually serve us better than trying to move the children somewhere else immediately.”I exhale, glancing toward the entrance to the lower chambers

DoltonThe morning air is thick with the scent of blood and fire. The battlefield is quieter now, but that doesn’t mean it’s safe.I move through the perimeter, my Lycan form still fully shifted, my claws coated in the remains of those who thought they could hide from us. The stronghold may be ours, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t still stragglers.Beside me, a group of warriors spread out, scanning the area for anyone who managed to slip through the chaos of the main fight. A low growl rumbles in my throat as I catch a scent not belonging to any of us.I raise a hand, signaling the others to halt. My ears twitch, catching the faintest movement in the underbrush near the eastern wall.I smell fear. I step forward slowly, claws flexing, my instincts sharpening.Then he moves. A rogue exiled warrior bursts from the brush, his sword raised, his body shaking from exhaustion but still desperate enough to fight. His eyes are wild, unfocused, he wasn’t caught by Celine’s power. He must ha

SebastianDolton doesn’t let go of Leif right away. He stays kneeling, his arms wrapped around the boy, his brother. I’ve never seen him like this before. Not uncertain, not shaken. But right now, there’s something raw in his expression, something deeper than shock.A truth he can’t ignore. When he finally pulls back, his silver eyes harden, sharpening with resolution.“We need to go to my pack,” he says, his voice firm. “I have to face my father over this.”Silence stretches through the room. I cross my arms, watching him carefully. “Now isn’t the time.”Dolton’s silver eyes snap to mine, his jaw tightening. “Then when, Sebastian? When we’re too late to do anything about it? When he’s already disappeared into whatever hole he’s planning to hide in?”I hold his gaze. “We’re going to the Werewolf Kingdom. That is our priority.”“And my father is right there,” Dolton argues, standing fully, his muscles still tense, his claws flexing like he’s ready for a fight. “We can handle them both.