Semua Bab The Heart of the Queen: Legacy of The Moonborn: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Soon after I reached the inner sanctum of the temple, I felt the world tilt. My knees buckled. The cold stone rushed up to meet me— and I fell. The last thing I felt was the faint, frantic movement of the twins within me. And the murmurs of the healers. Then… nothing. When I opened my eyes again, I wasn’t lying on the temple floor. I was standing in a clearing underneath a starry night sky. The moon above me was full with a strong glow, illuminating the vast space. Soft, shimmering light danced across the grass. Suddenly, my breath hitched as I felt another presence. I turned slowly—and froze. A woman was standing in the centre of the field, where the moonlight shone the brightest. Her silver hair flowed in the soft breeze. Her robes radiated light. Her skin shimmered faintly in the moonlight, and her eyes—her eyes were ancient and filled with both sorrow and power. The Moon Goddess. I recognised her instantly. No words passed between us, but I felt her voice like a pulse i

LucienI felt it before I saw it.The shift.The sudden, bone-deep pull in my chest.I was standing in the training yard, running blades through a practice dummy, when it hit — a pulse, like someone had reached inside my ribs and tugged.I stumbled back, clutching at my chest, the breath knocked clean out of me.What in the hells—“Alpha Lucien!” One of the sentries bolted from the watchtower. “Come look!”I turned, eyes snapping upward.The sky.The stars were — moving.Rearranging.The moon hung full and heavy above, burning with unnatural brilliance.“What…?” I whispered, heart hammering.I didn’t know why, but it felt like something ancient had just broken free.And it terrified me.SeleneThe council room was abuzz with murmurs when I entered.“What is this?” I demanded, sweeping into the chamber. “Why are you all gawking like fools at the windows?”One of the older advisors pointed, his face pale. “Look, my lady…”I turned, annoyance curling in my chest — until I saw it.The sta

Two days after the gala, I stood before the tall, arched double doors of the council chamber, fingers clenched so tightly the silver of my ring bit into my skin.Breathe, Aria. You’ve faced worse than this.And yet, the memory of the gala’s tension still clung to me, like a second skin I couldn’t peel away. Lucien’s presence… his scent… his eyes — the way they locked onto mine across that glittering ballroom — it all stirred a storm inside me I wasn’t ready to face.Not now. Not when the clan heads and the Alphas were waiting beyond these doors, demanding a ruler, a Moonborn, who would stand tall and command respect.The guards opened the doors. I raised my chin.Inside, the great council chamber was packed — a sweeping hall of stone and polished wood, banners from every major clan hanging overhead. Alphas lined the long table, their eyes sharp, weighing me the moment I entered. Clan leaders sat in the upper tiers, murmuring quietly. And at the far end, draped casually in his chair li

*Lucien’s POVThe wind howled through the darkened halls of Blackthorn Keep as Lucien stalked toward his chambers, his boots striking sharply against the stone floors. Selene stood at the entrance of the great hall, her siren eyes following him, but he barely spared her a glance.“Lucien,” she called softly, but he lifted a hand without turning, a silent dismissal. Her gaze followed him as he left, unsatisfied.His mind was a frenzy.Aria.Aria.Aria.She filled every crack of his thoughts, every breath, every shadow.How?How had she risen to such a position of power — Moonborn, crowned, standing before Alphas and Elders as if she was born to command them?The Aria he remembered was softer. Sweeter. A girl who trembled under his gaze, who folded beneath his touch, who clung to him with fragile need.Not this woman. Not the one who had stood at the council table two days ago, dressed in silver and moonlight, her chin high, her voice clear, matching him beat for beat, unflinching even

According to ancient custom, I was supposed to host my first official gala as the Moonborn after my coronation. So I did.The great hall was filled to the brim. It was supposed to be my night, my moment, the symbol of everything I’d fought through to get here.Yet, all I could feel was the weight pressing on my chest. It seemed like I was in constant worry. I worried about the future, about things far out of my control and I worried about the twins—after Kael’s burst of power, it was all I could think of.My fingers trailed idly over the delicate crystal of my wine glass as I watched the nobles, clan leaders and even some of the common people glide through the hall, laughing, bowing and socialising. The return of the Moonborn was all anyone talked about. News of my crowning had spread like wildfire across the realm.My gown shimmered like a thousand stars. It was snatched at the waist, and draped off my shoulders. I knew I looked the part—the regal Moonborn they expected—but inside,