All Chapters of Becoming the Queen Luna : Chapter 41 - Chapter 49

Chapter 40There was this deafening silence that screeched loudly in my head forcing me to open myeyes and it ended immediately, the smell of drugs and fur clouding my senses.I felt a heavy weight on my stomach and I looked down to see Marcel, his head placed onmy stomach, his long hair that was tied into a bun as always, was loose, covering his face,his lips parted as he breathed softly.I ran a hand in his hair, massaging his scalp and he sighed in relief, I smiled helping himmove his hair away from his face back into place, he stirred and sighed and I felt pity for him.For the past few days he barely slept, since I had crazy urges to fuck him every now andthen the weakness that came and the cold baths and him working from the room and he hadlots of red bruises on his face which I'm sure came from the fight he had with Bane.I shook him gently and he hummed in response,“Marcel…wake up” I called gently and hiseyes flicked open and he sat up immediately, cleaning away sleep

Chapter 42 “Tonight it's going to be a full moon, Christina” I looked into his silver eyes, so manyemotions staring back at me, nervousness, certainty, guilt, it scared me to think of what hewas about to say next.“Will you die?” I asked, a smile broke out on his face, he used his fingers to put the hair thatframed my face behind my ear.“You're so pretty with your hair down, even better when you're so chill” he said, pinching mycheeks, but it only added to my scattered nerves and I didn't find him switching topics veryfunny.He seemed to notice, sighing as he brought his hands to my thighs giving it a little squeeze.“The curse is said to corrode my heart with time, leaving me a monster forever or maybedead” he answered, like it was the most normal thing to say.“How do we break the curse?” I asked.“I don't know, nobody does, except the one who placed the curse and she's dead of course,so she knew what she was saying when she said we'd regret killing her” he answered.“There

Chapter 44The pale morning dim light filtered through Priscilla's curtains, painting delicate patternsacross the hardwood floor. I blinked awake slowly, my body stiff from sleeping in anunfamiliar position on her guest bed.For a moment, I couldn't remember where I was or why my chest felt so impossibly heavy,as though someone had placed stones upon my ribs while I slept.Then it all came rushing back.The full moon. Marcel. Gabriel. last night.I sat up too quickly, my head spinning with the sudden movement. Beside me, Priscillaremained fast asleep, her brown curls splayed across her pillow, one arm flung dramaticallyover her eyes. Her breathing was deep and even, undisturbed by the anxiety that clawed atmy insides like a living thing.I carefully extracted myself from the tangled sheets, trying not to wake her.My bare feet touched the cool floor, and I had to bite back a gasp at the temperature.Everything felt too sharp this morning, too real.The wood grain beneath my toes

Chapter 46 "Christina, may I speak with you alone?"Tremy's voice cut through the heavy silence that had settled over the room after herrevelation. I glanced at Marcel, whose face had gone pale, his jaw clenched tight. He gaveme a small nod, and I reluctantly released his hand, feeling the loss of contact like a physicalache.I followed Tremy out into the hallway, closing the door softly behind us. The corridor feltcolder somehow, or maybe it was just the dread coiling in my stomach.Tremy reached into the folds of her cloak and produced a small vial filled with dark amberliquid. It seemed to glow faintly in the dim light, pulsing with an energy I could almost feelagainst my skin."Give him this," she said, pressing it into my palm "One drop on his tongue each morningbefore sunrise, It will slow the corruption's spread, buy him more time.""Thank you," I whispered, clutching the vial like it was the most precious thing in the world,because right now, it was.Tremy's eyes s

Chapter 48The moment Gabriel left, the air in the room changed.It became heavier, thicker, like the kind of pressure you feel right before a storm breaks openthe sky. Marcel went completely still beneath me, and that stillness was somehow worsethan if he had shouted or slammed his fist on the desk.Still water runs deep, I'd headed once.And Marcel right now was very, very still."Stand up," he said quietly.His voice had no warmth in it anymore. It was flat, empty, like someone had reached insidehim and switched off a light. I slid off his lap slowly, watching his face, searching for the manwho had just fed me cookies and kissed my forehead and whispered that he missed me.That man was gone.The person sitting in that chair now had eyes like two pieces of cold stone."Marcel," I started."I need to go." He stood, straightening his shirt with precise, controlled movements. Everybutton, every fold, like he was putting on an armor."Let me come with you."He looked at me then