LOGINI went to sleep a nobody. I woke up a Queen. One night I was just a broke, exhausted college girl. The next, I opened my eyes in silk sheets, with strangers bowing and calling me Luna Queen. The face in the mirror is mine. The body is mine. But the life isn’t. The bruises on my wrists tell a story I don’t remember, and the King I’m bound to doesn’t love me—he loathes me. They whisper that his mistress rules the palace. They say the Queen was weak. Silent. Broken. But that was before me. Now I must survive a palace that wants me dead, a King whose touch burns as much as it scars, and a kingdom waiting for me to fail. The old Luna Queen bowed to cruelty. I am not her. And if this King thinks I’ll kneel, he’s about to learn what a true Queen is made of.
View MoreHazel’s POV I shot upright in bed with a scream still lodged in my throat. My heart was trying to punch its way out of my chest. Sweat soaked the back of my nightgown. My hair stuck to my neck. For a second I didn’t know where I was—cliff, falling, black water rushing up—then the familiar ceiling of my room came into focus. Just a dream. Just a dream. The door burst open. Two of my female warriors rushed in—eyes scanning every corner like they expected an assassin hiding in the shadows. “My queen!” the taller one barked. “Are you alright?” I pressed a shaking hand to my chest. “I’m fine,” I managed. My voice sounded thin. “It was…nothing. A nightmare.” They exchanged a quick look—concern still sharp on their faces—but they bowed and backed out quietly, closing the door with a soft click. I sat there, knees pulled to my chest, breathing hard through my nose. That hadn’t felt like a dream. It felt real. Too real. The cold wind on my face. The hard shove on my back. The w
Hazel’s POV I couldn’t sleep. I kept turning over in bed, flipping the pillow, pulling the blanket up to my chin, then kicking it off again because it suddenly felt suffocating. Every time I closed my eyes, my heart gave this weird little jump—like it was trying to climb out of my chest. Restless. Uneasy. Like something bad was waiting just outside the door and I could feel it breathing. I groaned and rolled onto my back, staring up at the dark canopy above the bed. This was ridiculous. I shouldn’t be lying here wide awake, stomach in knots, thinking about Nicholas. Nicholas—of all people. The same man who’d spent three years parading his mistress in front of me like it was a hobby. The same man who’d looked at me like I was invisible until today, when he suddenly decided to act like I mattered. I pressed the heels of my hands against my eyes. No. Nope. Not going there. I wasn’t worried about him. I wasn’t. I threw the blanket off completely and stood up. The marble floor
Nicholas’s POVI stepped out of the shower, water still dripping from my hair and running down my back. The steam in the bathroom clung to the mirrors, blurring everything into a hazy fog. I grabbed a towel from the rack and wrapped it around my waist, letting out a long breath. The hot water had done nothing to wash away the tension knotted in my shoulders. If anything, it had given me too much time to think—about the vial sitting locked in a safe, about Hazel’s mark on my neck, about how everything was unraveling faster than I could control.I wiped a hand across the mirror, clearing a streak of fog, and stared at my reflection. The bite mark was still there—fresh, raised, a perfect crescent of teeth that made my wolf preen every time I looked at it. But the man staring back? He looked tired. Worn down. Like three years of lies had carved lines into my face that no amount of kingly power could erase.I was reaching for my shirt when the door to my chambers burst open.I froze.Foot
Hazel’s POVI stood on the balcony overlooking the palace grounds, arms folded tight across my chest like I could hold everything inside if I squeezed hard enough. The late afternoon sun was making everywhere glow gold, but despite the beauty and calm of the place, my mind was spinning too fast.Dimitri stood beside me—quiet, solid, arms crossed the same way mine were. He hadn’t said much since the incident that happened at the training field. The silence between us wasn’t awkward anymore. It was comfortable. Like he knew I needed space to think.I finally broke it.“Dimitri,” I said, keeping my voice low, “I think Nicholas and his beta are hiding something.”He turned his head just enough to look at me. “What makes you say that?”I leaned my elbows on the stone railing. “I was in Nicholas’s room earlier and Marco suddenly barged in. He was out of breath, eyes wild, and he shouted something about finding ‘the missing segment’ and how Nicholas could finally ‘tell the queen the truth.’”


















Welcome to GoodNovel world of fiction. If you like this novel, or you are an idealist hoping to explore a perfect world, and also want to become an original novel author online to increase income, you can join our family to read or create various types of books, such as romance novel, epic reading, werewolf novel, fantasy novel, history novel and so on. If you are a reader, high quality novels can be selected here. If you are an author, you can obtain more inspiration from others to create more brilliant works, what's more, your works on our platform will catch more attention and win more admiration from readers.
reviews