All Chapters of The Heart of the Queen: Legacy of The Moonborn: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

It had been a week since we arrived at the estate.In that time, we’d managed to hit four rogue encampments. Small ones, but every blow mattered. Every dent in Selene’s network made her a little more desperate, a little more visible.At least, that’s what we hoped.“Two more safehouses confirmed down,” Ronan said, flipping through a map on the table between us. “No casualties on our end. Injuries, yes. But they’ll recover.”“That’s good.” I nodded, distracted.He looked at me. “You’re somewhere else.”I didn’t answer right away.Where was she?Where was Selene?For someone so power-hungry, so vengeful… her silence was loud. Too loud. Like the calm before a storm.I crossed my arms, pacing slowly. “She’s waiting.”“For what?”“For something. Or someone.”I thought of Cael. The dreams. His voice. The feeling that he was closing in.Before Ronan could respond, a guard appeared in the doorway.“There’s a messenger from the Citadel,” he announced. “For Lady Aria.”My stomach twisted. I alr

《》Aria's POV I was already awake when the sun rose—barely morning, but my dreams had made sleep feel like a battle. Once again, haunted by his voice. That same shadowed figure with eyes like fire and a name that kept clawing at the edge of my thoughts. Cael. It haunted me differently now. Not like fear exactly. More like... a warning. Or a calling. I wasn’t sure which one unsettled me more. I didn’t bother changing out of my sleep clothes. Just tied my hair up and headed straight to the training room. If I couldn’t sleep, I could fight. At least my body still knew what to do when my mind spun in circles. The room was empty, which was exactly how I needed it. I grabbed a staff first, something rhythmic and familiar. Swing. Step. Duck. Parry. My body followed the flow, but my thoughts screamed louder. My children. Their laughter still echoed in my head. Kael’s teasing, Talia’s little snort when she tried to hide her smile. I could die a thousand times and still never be ready to l

《》Ansel's POV I’ve always been good at staying invisible. It’s what Selene needed me to be. Quiet. Sharp. Hidden in plain sight. So moving around this place without being noticed? It’s second nature by now. I listen. I observe. I remember. And I report. Today was no different. At least, it wasn’t supposed to be. I’d just passed the kitchen when I saw them—Aria and Ronan. Walking together, close but not too close. Talking in hushed voices. They turned toward the study and slipped inside without a second glance behind them. But I stopped. Something in the way he looked at her… the way he touched her arm before the door shut… It made something twist in my gut. Something ugly. Familiar. I hovered near the wall, then inched closer. Just to make sure everything was normal. That’s what I told myself. I leaned toward the keyhole, heart already beating faster than it should have. I should have walked away. I knew that. But I didn’t. Because what I saw… what I saw broke s

The Citadel was just as I remembered—imposing, regal. Silent in a way that wasn’t always peaceful. Lucien stood at the grand entrance, dressed in all black. He already had a glint in his eyes, and the moment he saw the twins behind me, it deepened into a soft smile. “Aria,” he said, voice gentler than I remembered. “Welcome back.” I didn’t respond. Just gave a courteous nod. He crouched to greet the twins, and they—unbothered by politics and bloodlines—ran to him like he was any other family member—to be fair, he was. But they didn’t know that. Talia hugged his leg. Kael offered a serious nod and then asked, “Do you think I grew taller?” Lucien laughed. “I'm sure you've added a few inches.” I watched it all unfold, feeling… tired. Not angry. Not forgiving. Just this strange, heavy in-between. Lucien straightened and looked at me again. “You’ve done well with them,” he said, tone quiet now. “Yes, I have.” I replied. No thanks to him. He didn’t press further. Just gave us wa

《》Selene's POV The tent was thick with heat and the stench of sweat. His hands gripped my hips like he thought he was in control. He wasn’t. My knees pressed into the furs beneath us, thighs trembling with the rhythm I set. The boy—Krut, or maybe something else—groaned beneath me, hips bucking. He was young, lean, hungry for my touch like most of them were. And I was hungry for the feed. I leaned down, lips brushing his jaw. “You don’t come until I say.” He whimpered. Nodded. Good. I dragged my nails down his chest, slowly, right before slamming down on him again. I could feel it building, sharp and hot, coiling in my belly. The tent flap rustled. Outside the wind howled like a dying thing. “Selene,” he said, trying to sound unaffected. “The raven just arrived. Word from Ansel.” I didn’t stop. The boy beneath me gasped. I enjoyed Joran's hungry eyes as he watched. “I’m close,” I said, panting. I continued the desperate grind against his cock as it pulsed and throbbed