Lahat ng Kabanata ng Orphaned Queen Goddess: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

Celine POV“We need to go,” Joseph says, urgency lacing his tone. “People heard the commotion. Some recognized her and started asking about her owner.”Sebastian’s arm wraps protectively around my waist, his hand firm and steady. “Let’s go,” he says, guiding me forward.But before I can take a step, Dolton pulls me away with a growl. “Don’t touch her!” His eyes blaze as he glares at Sebastian. “It’s her choice.”“I’ll touch her because she’s mine,” Sebastian snarls, stepping closer, his presence overpowering.Dolton’s lip curls, his voice low and dangerous. “I’m her first mate. You’re second. That bond means nothing.”The alley grows colder, the tension between them crackling like wildfire. I stand between them, torn, trying to figure out how to stop this before it spirals into something none of us can take back.This is spiraling out of control. I take a deep breath, trying to think of something—anything—that will stop them before they tear each other apart.“Some mate you are,” Seba

Sebastian POVI can’t take it anymore. Turning on my heel, I walk into the small living area, needing to put some distance between us. I can’t watch them anymore. I can’t stand the way she looks at him, the way his words seem to pull at her heart. It’s like watching sand slip through my fingers, knowing I may lose her to someone who doesn’t deserve her, no matter how hard he’s tried to redeem himself.The thought claws at my chest, but I force myself to stay silent. For now.“The stories always said that children of the Moon Goddess, the Sea Goddess, and others like them could have multiple mates. Why would the Queen Goddess be any different?” Joseph’s voice breaks through my thoughts, his tone calm yet weighted with an inevitability I don’t want to accept.I clench my fists, wishing his words weren’t true. If Dolton had just moved on, if he had found another mate to fill the void, none of this would be happening. It would be simpler—cleaner.“Three mates, three kingdoms. It’s always

Dolton POVCould she have created a version of events in her mind to cope? Maybe she thought of me because I made her feel safe, even when I wasn’t there. Maybe my absence left a void so unbearable that she had to fill it with something—anything.“She loved you,” Sebastian says quietly, his voice laced with reluctant understanding. “It was obvious when she talked about you. It’s what makes this whole thing not add up. One of your brothers masked themselves to look like you at the auction so she wouldn't fight.”I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself. If there’s even a chance to make things right, I have to take it. I have to know why she believes this. And I have to find a way to fix it.“You’re saying one of my brothers masked themselves to look like me when she was sold so she wouldn’t fight as they removed her from the cage, right up until they put weakening cuffs on her?” I ask, my voice thick with disbelief. My head shakes, unwilling to process the twisted implication.Seb

Celine POVPushing the thoughts aside, I rise from the bed. As I head to the shower, Sebastian steps out, water dripping down his sculpted body, and my breath catches for a moment. His eyes meet mine, and I can feel the tension in the air—an unspoken understanding that the answers I seek won’t come easily.As soon as Sebastian leaves the room, I step into the bathroom, letting the warm water cascade over me as I try to wash away the weight of the revelations and decisions ahead. When I emerge, I find Sebastian seated at the table, papers spread before him, his brow furrowed in concentration. The light catches on his profile, highlighting the intensity in his expression.Dolton sits on the far side of the room, his body stiff, his gaze locked on the floor. The hurt radiates off him in waves, pressing into me like a physical force. My chest tightens as I walk toward him, compelled to ease the tension between us. I take a seat beside him, the silence between us heavy with unspoken words.

Dolton POVRegret weighs heavily on me for even considering leaving her. I felt it was the right decision at the time, to spare her the complications I would bring, but now, sitting here, looking at her, I feel the sting of cowardice. Her presence is like a balm to my soul, a connection I can’t sever. Smiling softly, I pull her closer, my hands resting gently on her waist. “I apologize,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper.She tilts her head, her gaze locking onto mine with a quiet intensity. “Don’t apologize, Dolton,” she says firmly. “Just decide and stick to it.” Her words, simple but resolute, cut through my lingering self-doubt.I nod, exhaling as though releasing the weight I’ve carried. “I’ve decided. I’ll stay. I’ll figure out how to make this work,” I vow, though the path ahead feels uncertain. Leaning forward, my lips brush against hers, soft and searching. Her warmth fills me, pulling me deeper into her. Our lips move together in a rhythm so familiar it feels like comin