All Chapters of Orphaned Queen Goddess: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Sebastian POV “What have you found out so far?” I ask, needing to understand the inner workings of this pack.Joseph straightens, his expression grim. “It was a sanctuary for rogues for many years,” he begins. “A place where anyone could come and stay. Everyone had equal rights—no alpha, no hierarchy.”I nod slowly, processing his words. “And then Dale arrived?”Joseph’s face darkens. “Yes. He came with his mate and declared himself the Alpha. Those who opposed him... didn’t survive. After enough challenges ended in death, the rest accepted his rule. But he’s not a true alpha. He uses magic to dominate, to enforce his control.”“When did he take over?” I ask, leaning forward. Every detail is crucial.“A few months before he brought Celine here,” Joseph replies. His voice lowers, the weight of his next words evident. “Many don’t even know who she truly is. The top soldiers used her own magic against her. They had her visit a so-called ‘doctor,’ who administered wolfsbane to weaken her

Celine POV I wrap my arms around his neck, my body pressing against his. Another vision flashes through my mind—this one more intimate. It’s not a memory, but something else entirely. I realize it’s what he’s imagining at this very moment. Us. Kissing. His golden eyes stay locked on mine, and I can’t help but smile.Leaning forward, I press my lips against his. He doesn’t move at first, his body perfectly still, as if waiting for confirmation. Then, slowly, his arm wraps around me, pulling me closer. His lips move against mine, soft yet deliberate, and I moan softly as his tongue grazes mine. The kiss deepens, and I lose myself in it, tangling my fingers in his hair.His hands trace along my body, their touch sending shivers through me. I whimper softly, drawn further into him, but then the visions return. They’re more intense this time—us, together, naked. The feelings and sensations from the vision seep into me, flooding me with heat and desire. My body moves instinctively, grinding

Celine POVI wake to the warmth of Sebastian’s arms wrapped protectively around me, his hold gentle yet firm. The faint scent of him—a mix of something earthy and smokey—lingers, grounding me in the present. His steady breaths brush against my hair, and for a fleeting moment, I let myself feel safe. Then the memories of last night crash over me, vivid and overwhelming. My cheeks flush with embarrassment as the details come rushing back.What happened to me? One moment, I felt in control, and then… everything spiraled. I’ve never experienced anything like it. The intensity, the need—it was all new, strange, and undeniably consuming.I want to believe that this is it, that everything will settle now, but deep down, I know better. The weight of my past and the uncertainty of my future press heavily on my chest. This is only the beginning.“What’s wrong, little one?” Sebastian’s deep voice cuts through my thoughts, pulling me back to the present. I blink, meeting his steady, golden gaze. H

Sebastian POVI find myself at a loss for words. The gift Celine possesses is extraordinary, but calling it a gift feels dishonest. To me, it’s a double-edged sword, as much a curse as it is a blessing. Imagine having the ability to glimpse the future, only to see something horrific and know you shouldn’t interfere—perhaps that you can’t interfere.How would she reconcile that? How would it feel to carry the burden of foreknowledge, knowing that ignoring it was the only way to maintain balance? To see tragedy unfold and do nothing—it’s a heavy weight for anyone, especially someone as unprepared as Celine.Her voice pulls me from my thoughts, soft but filled with concern. “Nischola… what is wrong with her?” Her wide, questioning eyes meet mine, and I know I owe her the truth.“We don’t know,” I reply with a sigh, running a hand through my hair. “We’ve tried everything. Doctors couldn’t find a cause, let alone a cure. We turned to a witch—nothing. Finally, a warlock told us she was curse

Celine POVWalking down the grand staircase with Sebastian at my side feels surreal. The Pack House, with its high ceilings and dark wooden beams, is warm and welcoming in a way I’m not used to. It still feels strange to be here, sleeping in a soft bed, wrapped in blankets, and surrounded by warmth. The faint scent of wood polish and cooked food lingers in the air, a stark contrast to the damp, cold cells I’d grown accustomed to.Last night was the first time in years I wasn’t jarred awake by the endless noise of prisoners shouting, screaming, or banging on the bars. In the cells, silence was rare, and sleep was a luxury. Morning always came too soon, dragging me into the harsh reality of cooking for everyone else before I’d even eaten myself.But today was different. I slept in—a small luxury that feels almost wrong. As Sebastian guides me toward the bustling kitchen, the murmur of voices grows louder. The Pack’s kitchen is full of people, the warm light from the windows casting long