I Am The Luna Queen

When I opened my eyes again, I almost cried in relief. Almost. For one stupid, blissful second, I thought I’d woken up back in my dorm room. That all of it—the crying women, the silk sheets, the psycho lady in black—had been some vivid stress-dream my brain cooked up after one too many energy drinks. But then I saw them. I squeezed my eyes shut. Just breathe, I told myself. Just wake up. This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be. Any second now, I’d open my eyes and see my dorm ceiling—the cheap plaster cracks, the glow of my laptop still sitting on my desk, my roommate snoring like a dying engine. I held my breath, counted to five, and opened my eyes. Still here. The same room. The same silken sheets. The same cluster of women staring at me like I was made of glass. “Oh, come on,” I whispered, running a shaky hand through my hair. “This has got to be the worst nightmare of my life.” “My Queen?” one of them said softly. “Don’t call me that,” I snapped, climbing off the be

The sound of the door opening nearly sent me into cardiac arrest. My heart jumped to my throat, and I almost screamed—until I realized it was just the women again. Only this time, they weren't empty-handed. Each carried something—a tray stacked with the richest food I’d ever seen, and several glossy boxes tied with gold ribbons. The smell of roasted meat and fresh bread hit me, warm and buttery, so real it made my stomach twist painfully. But did I look like I had an appetite right now? “Your Majesty,” the eldest woman said softly, setting the tray on the table. “We’ve brought your meal, and your nightgowns. You are to choose one for tonight.” “Nightgowns?” I repeated, blinking. “For what?” Her eyes flicked to the others before meeting mine again. “For the King,” she said. “You’ll be meeting him tonight. Did you forget already?” My stomach dropped. “Meeting him?” My voice cracked. “As in—tonight? Like tonight tonight?” “Yes, my Queen. We’ll help you prepare when it’s time.” P

Hazel’s POV Before I could blink, he pulled me to him. One second, I was glaring at him; the next, my back hit the bed with a soft thud that sent a tremor through my spine. My gasp filled the silence. The silk sheets were cold against my skin, but his body hovering above me burned like fire. “What the hell—” My voice broke off when his hand gripped my chin roughly, forcing me to look at him. His blue eyes were darker—stormy, dangerous, and full of something I couldn’t name. “You’ve always wanted this,” he said through clenched teeth. “And now that I’m giving it to you, you’re fighting me?” My heart pounded so hard it hurt. His words didn’t make sense. None of this did. I opened my mouth to tell him to fuck off, to push him away—but before I could even think, his lips crashed against mine. The world tilted. Every rational thought vanished. My mind went blank. It felt like someone had hit a switch inside me—like my brain stopped working and my body took over. His lip

Nicholas POV For the first time in three years, I didn't recognize the woman lying in my bed. Hazel. Or…whoever the hell she was now. Something wasn't right with Hazel. It was like she was a whole new person, and I didn't understand it one bit. For three years, she'd been this quiet, desperate shadow in my life—always craving my attention, my touch, anything I'd throw her way. And now, when I finally decided to give in and do what the kingdom expected, she was pushing me away? Slapping me? Kicking me in the balls like I was some common thug? My hand instinctively dropped to my crotch as I lay there on that damn couch, the ache still throbbing like a fresh wound. Shit, that hurt like hell. And fuck…my pride hurts even more than my body. I shifted on the couch, trying to get comfortable, but it was useless. The thing was too small for my frame—my legs dangled off the end, and every time I moved, the fabric scratched against my skin. I was the Alpha King, for fuck's sake. I sho

Nicholas’s POV“Baby, when are you going to kick that woman out?”Liora’s voice sliced through the air like a whip, pulling me back from the fog in my head. I was still standing there in the middle of the room, boxers hanging low on my hips, staring at the door Hazel had just sauntered through like she owned the damn place. My mind was a whirlwind—replaying her words, her smirk, that goddamn wink. Small? Me? The Alpha King?I blinked, forcing myself to focus on Liora. She was pacing now, her black dress swishing with every angry step, her red lips twisted into a scowl. She looked beautiful, even in her rage—fiery, passionate, the way she always was. But right now, it felt like she was a million miles away.“My love,” I said, my voice rougher than I intended, “we’ve talked about this. My father’s decree says I can’t make any other woman queen.”She stopped pacing and whirled on me, her eyes narrowing. “So you want me to be your mistress forever? You heard her—the way she talked to you.