All Chapters of His Luna His Queen : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Stella's POV.The next day, the evening rolled around slower than usual. I was pacing back and forth in my room like a madwoman, checking the clock every five minutes. My palms were sweaty, and my throat felt dry no matter how much water I drank.What the hell was I even doing? Meeting a complete stranger, someone who hated Hayley just as much as I did? It was stupid.Or maybe it was genius, but only if it turned out to be true.I walked to the door and opened it slowly, half expecting to see a different face. But it was him, the guard from yesterday. He looked around the hallway quickly before he gave me a small nod."Ready?" He asked."As ready as I'll ever be." I muttered, not adding the part that I've been waiting for at least thirty minutes.We didn't talk as we moved through the corridors, and I kept my distance from him, in case we were seen. He led me through a different route, and I didn't ask questions. My brain was buzzing too much.Finally, we reached a small door tucked a

Hayley's POV"Are you dressed yet? You'll be sitting with me in the council today. The management will be arriving by noon." "Noon?" I spun around, my eyes widening in shock as Lorenzo closed the door behind him. "Yes," he answered walking over to drop a can of coconut and strawberry yogurt on my vanity table."But why today? You don't normally want me around." Lorenzo saw the anger in my eyes and I remembered those times he would brush me aside and keep pack affairs away from me. "You need to take on the role of Luna." he finally said. "I didn't marry you to attend tea parties, hang out with wives of billionaires, and do unneeded charities. You are not a figure, you are the queen and I want you to be a politician as well." Even though I hate it, I was delighted by the news. Ever since I traveled from the past, I had yet to find any information regarding my father's pack and its surviving members. I learned that some parts of our territory and our lands have been sold off but I w

Hayley's POV My blood turned cold, my throat closing up as shivers of fear filtered through me. I turned around and looked at the car, it would be impossible for me to sprint towards it and run home. What had I been thinking, this place was out of bounds for me. “Aren't you going to say anything Luna?” one of the men chuckled, “Are you surprised?” “You have no right to sack this place and treat its inhabitants as slaves.” Those words came out with the last boldness left in my mind. I was a ton of miles away from home. Anything could happen right here and now. “Your husband has not yet been declared the king of the realm.” the second man said to me. “You may have the support of the other packs including the minor and the major ones, but the people of the fallen pack will never bow their heads to anyone who is not their own. You waste your time, Lunar Hayley.” He suddenly grabbed my chin and laughed in my face, his breath smelling like rotten eggs and bacteria. I tried to wriggle

Stella's POV Okay, I have done well now. Gaining Hayley's trust at the time Lucian's men were about to harm her was a no-brainer. She was seeing me in a different light and I was now a step closer to achieving my aim. First, Lorenzo and then the throne of the Queen. But what about Halley's pregnancy? The fetus was growing, and there was no doubt that its birth would bring Haley and Lorenzo closer to each other. I could not afford that. The child has to go. Hayley remained quiet during the drive, but I could see her thoughts on her face. She was conflicted. Vanya had a point and she was worried about Lucian gaining the upper hand. This conflict was the beginning of her troubles. My aim was to use her against herself. Lorenzo was standing outside the gates, we sighted him the instant we turned into the streets. Dressed in a tank top and black shorts, he looked like a sword was down his throat, the lines on his face formed into a dist

Hayley's POV “It's good to see you getting along with Stella, I thought you both were going to remain enemies.” “We aren't enemies.” I snapped, rolling my eyes as I lifted the nightgown off the dressing table and put it on. I turned around to return to the bed, but I couldn't help the sharp pain shooting through me. My legs had become swollen with edema, my back felt like plastic, and the painkillers were beginning to mess with my emotions. “I never said you were enemies,” I groaned finally able to lie on the bed and rest my head on the pillow. "I just meant to say you and Stella were usually at loggerheads. She's not all that bad, she's a good girl.” Lorenzo had been standing by the door, a loaf of bread in his right hand, and a cup of water in the other. He looked younger, his eyes sparkling in the fluorescent lights. I wondered how quickly his mood would change if I told him the horrible things I did with Stella. “I think yo