All Chapters of The Heart of the Queen: Legacy of The Moonborn: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The healers did what they could to get her stabilised, now all we could do was wait and hope that it was enough. I checked on her at intervals but she was still unconscious.She looked so thin and pale—fragile under the thick blanket. Her chest barely moved, I found myself placing a finger underneath her nose to check that she was still breathing. Nyra stirred within me as I watched her.‘She’s may not be what she seems,’ she whispered, quiet and cautious.‘I know,’ I whispered back. ‘But she’s just a girl.’ I saw too much of myself in her, maybe that was why I was so bent on helping herIt was just dawn when I heard a soft gasp cut through the stillness.I shifted in my seat and turned quickly. Her eyes—bright green, almost unnaturally vivid—were wide with confusion and fear. She tried to sit up but instead fell back with a groan.“Hey,” I said gently, stepping to her side. “Don't try to get up yet, you're healing pretty slowly. The healers said you had wolfsbane in your system”She

The tunnel seemed to swallow us as we descended into the narrow passage. There was barely enough space for Ronan to walk upright ahead of me. The further we went, the colder it grew. My senses were on high. My nose twitched, picking up a scent—A musty metallic tang with a mix of wet earth—and Nyra stirred restlessly inside me. "This way," I whispered. My hand brushed up against the wall. Ronan followed without question. “This place is older than the Citadel above,” Ronan said, his voice low, echoing off the walls. “The tunnels were carved centuries ago, maybe older. Some say they were escape routes. Others… that they were prisons.” “Why haven’t they been sealed off?” I asked. “They tried,” he said, his expression grim. “But the tunnels, they lead everywhere. Beneath the throne room, the west gardens… even the crypts. No one knows how many exits there are or how many entrances. Not even the High Council.” The implication of his words my made my skin crawl. "Convenient," I muttere

“About what parts?” I questioned, keeping my voice levelled.Her lips parted, she seemed conflicted, struggling with what words to say.“Thank you,” she said softly, her voice rough from pain. “For not leaving me down there.”I could sense the guilt in her words, it only put me further on edge. Was she really a spy?“I wouldn’t have,” I said simply. “But I need you to tell me the truth now, Ansel. All of it.”She hesitated again, a flicker of wariness darting through her eyes. But then she nodded, lowering her gaze.“I wasn’t entirely honest,” she began slowly. “I told you I was from Driftwood pack, and that’s true. But I didn’t mention who I was there.”She paused. I said nothing, just waited.“I was the Alpha’s daughter,” she whispered. “The only child of Alpha Marius and Luna Elaine.”I blinked, hiding my surprise. That changed things. Ansel glanced up at me, gauging my reaction before continuing.“When the rogues came, they didn’t just ravage the pack to kill—they conquered. They t

《》Ronan's POV Lucien stood just outside the Citadel gates as I caught up to Aria. His posture was regal, eyes shadowed in calm arrogance. The kind that masked obsession. I didn’t like the look on his face, I liked it even less when he stared at her. “I’m here on the High Council's request,” Lucien said, his tone too casual for my liking. “They called for an emergency session regarding the rogue attacks on the border packs. They've been escalating.” I had been notified of attacks on a few other border packs, small in size, much like Driftwood. The attacks were escalating. What I didn't expect was for the Council to call a meeting without notifying me or Aria. Aria crossed her arms. “No one informed me of this meeting.” “Emergency,” he repeated with a shrug. “They probably didn’t have time.” She turned toward me, seemingly sensing my arrival. “Did you know about this?” I shook my head. “No. They do call emergency sessions sometimes without full notice,” I said, though my vo

The cool moonlight shone in the twins’ room, offering further illumination besides the fire in the hearth. I leaned against the doorframe, watching them silently. They were sitting cross-legged on the bed, still wide awake despite the late hour.Talia played with a little stuffed wolf while Kael absentmindedly traced patterns into his quilt.They looked up at me as I entered. Since the invasion, it had become routine for me to check up on them at night before bed and first thing in the morning.“Mummy,” Cael said quietly, “who was that man?”I paused at the sudden question.Talia sat up straighter, her voice smaller, more hesitant. “The one we saw in the orchards that day.”Lucien.I'd been dreading this conversation but after weeks went by without them asking, I believed they never would. Until now.I sat down beside them, brushing Talia’s curls away from her face. “Kael says he's been seeing him in his dreams.” she whispered. I turned to my son, I was more worried than I was surpri