All Chapters of Missing: The Woodland's Luna Queen: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Once the relationships between the mates were restored, the atmosphere in the group buzzed with energy once more, a noticeable new harmony fills the air. Laughter and joy replaced the earlier tense mood.The yacht was heading full speed for the Kingdom, where a new challenge lay ahead, a confrontation that could no longer be avoided. Mariam and Jace had to admit what they had done, explain their plans and motives. Only then could the trust within the immediate Royal circle be rebuilt and everyone move on to building a better future. Breakfast was served on the deck, bathed in the warm morning sunlight, with a cheerful, lively atmosphere surrounding them. Each couple shared the stories of their first encounters, playfully teasing one another while enjoying their healthy meal paired with freshly squeezed juice.“How much longer until the Second Crown Prince arrives, Joanna?” Joyce asked at one point, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I can't wait to welcome him. Have you all thought a

The Royal yacht entered the harbor of the Werewolf Kingdom, and a somber mood permeated the air, a stark contrast to the joyous atmosphere that had prevailed before Clyde's unsettling pronouncements.Clyde's statement had greatly dampened the spirits of the group, casting a shadow over their homecoming.When they finally disembarked, they found themselves split into two camps. Zane walked down the gangway alongside Clyde as they entered the pier and as they looked around, they spotted Jace leaning against an SUV with his arms crossed, his posture casual yet alert.When he noticed them, he waved and beckoned the men over.“Hey, man, you were suddenly nowhere to be found,” the Royal Secretary exclaimed with a hint of concern. “Luckily, the King was too busy to ask questions, and I covered for you well. Where have you been? Couldn't you at least let me know you were leaving?”Clyde patted his friend reassuringly on the shoulder. “I went to pick up my wife,” he replied bluntly. “Have the

Joanna’s Point of ViewThe moment the King and I made eye contact, a wave of unexpected tranquility settled over me.He had entered the conference room with an almost spectral silence, his presence barely registering until his gaze met mine.He had observed my position beside Clyde, a tableau of our strained relationship, and had overheard the tail end of our tense exchange. Though his features were etched with a sternness that could intimidate even the most seasoned Royal, I sensed an undercurrent of something else, something akin to understanding.It was as if he saw beyond the surface, beyond the carefully constructed facade of Royal displeasure. From Mariam, I knew he held me in a regard that bordered on paternal affection, valuing my insights and opinions with an unusual sincerity.An immediate, unspoken connection formed between us, a silent acknowledgment that he was an unexpected ally in this labyrinth of Royal intrigue.Clyde's words, though delivered with a veneer of reason,

Joanna’s Point of View StillI couldn't help but notice that Alpha Maceo constantly cast strange, lingering glances in my direction. He seemed preoccupied, his attention shifting between me and some internal struggle, leaving me unsure of how to interpret his behavior.His granddaughter, Cela’s eyes were filled with a dismissive indifference, I sensed she wasn't genuinely interested in me, her focus elsewhere. No problem, I doubted I would see her again after today. My focus shifted back to my own matters, the urgency of the situation pressing down on me.‘Era, can you hear what’s happening inside?’ I asked my wolf, seeking her insight. ‘Is Alpha Abel already in the room? What’s the mood?’‘Yes to all your questions,’ she replied dryly. ‘Just a little patience, the Alpha seems to be misbehaving, throwing a tantrum. We’ll go in at the right moment, when the tension is at its peak.’‘Okay, I trust you to make a good judgment call. We need to get Clyde’s mark today itself, I can't lose h

"Jace, I can’t bear to lose her," the Crown Prince softly growled with anguish, as he leaned heavily against the cold, sterile wall outside the ward where Joanna was being examined.His knuckles were white, his body trembling with suppressed terror."What could have caused all this? Was it the breaking of the bond with Alpha Abel?""I believe so. Sybille went through the same experience, but her Lycan helped her through it," the Secretary replied gravely. "Joanna is only half-transformed, and her wolf is still too weak. And the pups, man, this is dire."Fifteen agonizing minutes later, the doctor emerged from the examination room, his face a mask of grim concern, his shoulders slumped with a heavy weariness. Clyde and Jace rushed towards him, their hearts pounding with dread. The doctor's posture alone spoke volumes, painting a bleak picture."Doctor, my wife…" the Crown Prince stammered with fear. "Will she be okay? I beg you, do everything in your power to save her. Joanna must reco