All Chapters of Missing: The Woodland's Luna Queen: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

On the deck of the luxurious yacht, Joanna, Alira, and Carlo reveled in the sun-drenched tranquility of their secluded island getaway.Laughter, light and carefree, echoed across the turquoise water as they playfully chatted with each other, a welcome, albeit temporary, escape from the unease that gnawed at Joanna. The warm Caribbean sun kissed her skin, and a gentle breeze rustled through her hair, yet her thoughts remained tethered to Clyde, a constant ache in her heart.Alira and Carlo, still radiant from their recent honeymoon, were locked in each other's embrace, their joy infectious. They were a picture of contentment, their love palpable, a bittersweet reminder of what Joanna longed for. She watched them, a wistful smile playing on her lips, imagining herself in Alira’s place, Clyde’s arms around her, their laughter mingling with the sound of the waves.But the idyllic surroundings couldn’t mask the underlying anxiety that plagued Joanna. She turned to Mariam, who was lying nea

Alpha Abel’s Point of View stillSybille leaned against the wall, arms crossed, a smirk dancing on her lips, utterly unconcerned by my barely contained fury.“You think your yelling can intimidate me, Abel?” she countered with condescension, a silken thread of mockery woven through her tone. She stared back at me, unfazed, her eyes glittering with amusement and defiance. This was all a carefully orchestrated performance, and I was growing increasingly tired of playing along.Long forgotten memories, buried deep beneath layers of pride and denial, flooded my mind, resurfacing with a vengeance, unwelcome and intrusive. Over a year ago, I had indulged Sybille, treated her well, even as I knew she wasn’t my fated mate. I’d acted like I cared, feigning affection, all for the benefit of the pleasure she offered, the convenience she represented. But eventually, I had to let her go. Her demands were too much, she aspired to own me, and I wasn’t having any of that.And now she was back!Back t

In the weeks that followed, the reports I received from my intelligence unit were utterly disappointing, leading to nothing, a frustrating dead end.No trace of Joanna was found near the Kingdom, no whisper of her whereabouts, no clue to her disappearance. There were notes of the Crown Prince becoming a ghost of his former self, gaunt and depressed, a shadow of the powerful Lycan he was. The monarch was buzzing with rumors, speculation running rampant, since the Royals had never released an official statement about the matter, their silence fueling the gossip mill. And since Joanna had never been formally introduced to the werewolf community, the King was undoubtedly trying to save face, to control the damage from this entire, messy episode.The Prince had kept his mate a secret, failed to formally announce their engagement.He hadn’t even had the chance to reveal his true nature to Joanna, their wedding night was stolen from them by my actions. So, consequently, the Royals were in a

It was late afternoon when Mariam arrived at the Kingdom pier. The yacht had discreetly dropped her off a few kilometers offshore, allowing her to navigate the final stretch to the mooring jetty in a small, unassuming motorboat. There, Chief Warrior Walther waited, as he helped her disembark and secure the vessel. The warrior was her trustee, his assistance was invaluable.As she passed through the guarded gates with Walther, she settled into a waiting SUV, the familiar surroundings a stark contrast to the secluded paradise she had left behind.“Everything quiet on the home front?” she inquired of the warrior, a sigh escaping her lips.“Yes, Your Highness, the situation remains unchanged,” Walther replied mournfully, his tone reflecting the somber atmosphere that permeated the Palace. “Prince Clyde is still not himself. He’s a shadow of the man he once was. But he’s throwing himself into his work, taking on more of the King’s responsibilities. He works late into the night, even Secre

Crown Prince Clyde’s Point of ViewUtterly exhausted, I slammed the last file shut, the paperwork finally complete.If everything went according to the outlined schedule, this project should be another resounding success, bolstering both the family coffers and the Kingdom’s resources. Thus far, every endeavor I’d poured my energy into had proven profitable, despite my state of mind being far from optimal.Despairingly, I banged my head on my desk, the dull thud a physical manifestation of the ache in my heart.How much longer would I have to struggle with this gaping hole in my soul, this gnawing emptiness in my life? I missed Joanna with an intensity that bordered on physical pain, a longing that eclipsed even the agony I’d felt when she was first taken from me.Every night, I dreamt of her, of our last night together, the memory a bittersweet torture.She would smile at me in my dreams, her lips moving, but no sound would come out. It was as if she was trying to tell me something, t