Alle Kapitel von The Heart of the Queen: Legacy of The Moonborn: Kapitel 181 – Kapitel 190

Ansel’s POV I didn’t stop walking until I couldn’t hear my own heartbeat over the pounding in my ears. The night air was cold, sharp against my overheated skin, but it did nothing to calm the storm brewing inside me. I let the tears fall once I was far enough from Selene’s tent. I hated that I was crying. Hated that her words had cut so deep. Don’t confuse attention with attachment. She didn’t care about me I was just an occasional plaything. Maybe I’d only be relevant to her for as long as I resisted. Not that I had tonight… quite the opposite. The worst part wasn’t the sting. It was the truth beneath it. I had been jealous. The admission made my stomach twist. Jealous of the rogue she had summoned like he was nothing more than a tool. Jealous of the ease with which she gave and took pleasure. Jealous that she had looked at me—seen me flustered—and smiled like it amused her. It was humiliating. And confusing. I wiped at my face angrily. What was wrong with me? This w

Aria’s POV The heat didn’t leave. If anything, it worsened as the sun dipped beneath the horizon and shadows crept across the walls of our room. It wasn’t just warmth pooling low in my stomach—it was a restless, clawing need beneath my skin. Every brush of fabric against my thighs felt unbearable. Every breath came too sharp, too shallow. I sat on the edge of the bed, fingers digging into the sheets, trying to steady myself. When Ronan entered, the door closing softly behind him, his scent hit me like a spark to dry timber. My wolf surged forward, desperate and hungry, and I had to physically grip the mattress to keep from launching myself at him. He froze for half a second, studying me carefully. “Aria?” he asked quietly. I lifted my head. “It’s me.” He crossed the room slowly, cautiously, like I might shatter if he moved too fast. He cupped my face, his thumb brushing beneath my eye as if checking for some hidden fracture. “You’re sure?” I nodded, already leaning into his to

Aria’s POV The second day was worse. The heat had dulled from a raging inferno into something sharper—more insistent. It pulsed beneath my skin like a second heartbeat. Every breath felt too tight. Every brush of fabric against my body was unbearable. Visenya paced inside our shared mind like a caged predator. Her options were limited now. Ronan had told Cael. I had felt the shift immediately—the distance, the restraint. Cael avoided being alone with me. He bowed politely, formally, as though I were something sacred and untouchable. Visenya hated it. She hated being denied. She hated losing control of a board she thought she had mastered. “You’ve ruined everything,” she hissed inside my head. You did, I shot back weakly. It was the last day before we were meant to leave for the temple. And the heat clawed at us relentlessly. By evening, Visenya found herself in our chamber again—standing before Ronan. He was seated on the floor near the window, back against the stone wal

Aria’s POV The mountain came into view just after midday. It rose from the earth like something carved by divine hands—jagged and silver-veined, its peak shrouded in a ring of drifting clouds that never fully cleared. The Temple of Ascendance rested somewhere near the summit, hidden within stone and light. Even from this distance, I could feel it. The celestial binding at my throat pulsed faintly, reacting to whatever ancient energy was swirling right above us. Visenya stirred in response, restless but restrained. Still in the shadows of my mind. So this is where they intend to erase me, she murmured. I tightened my jaw. “We’re close,” Ronan said quietly from beside me. Cael adjusted the strap of his sword across his back. “Close doesn’t mean welcome.” He was right. The path upward narrowed into a steep, winding ascent. Loose gravel shifted beneath our boots. The air thinned the higher we climbed, growing colder, sharper. By the time we reached the plateau carved into the mo

Visenya’s POV The mountain air thinned as we climbed the final ascent. I had been quiet all morning. Watching. Waiting. The temple pulsed ahead—ancient stone carved into the peak itself, its columns etched with lunar sigils that shimmered faintly beneath the afternoon sun. They thought they had come prepared. They thought chains and relics could contain me. Fools. I surfaced fully just as the temple gates came into view. The shift was immediate. Ronan felt it first. His body stiffened as the air around us cooled sharply. “Well,” I murmured, flexing my fingers. “This is underwhelming.” Aria’s voice was distant now, muffled beneath layers of returning memory. The closer we stepped to the temple, the more those fractured pieces called to me. I examined the celestial bindings around my wrists. Pale metal. Goddess-forged. “They won’t hold me for long,” I said lightly. Ronan didn’t flinch. “We don’t need long. We’re already here.” I scoffed. With a sharp twist of power, I