Semua Bab Queen Luna: Once Rejected, Now Ruthless: Bab 111 - Bab 119

King Adrien’s POVThe forest breathed like a beast in slumber. Every root, every twisted branch, pulsed with a magic older than kingdoms and crueler than gods.And yet I stepped inside.The wards burned against my skin, like needles pressing into bone, but I did not stop. Emerald at my side—loyal, unshaken, foolish—pressed forward too. Our boots sank into damp soil, the mist curling low around us like it sought to bind our ankles.“Majesty,” Emerald muttered, his sword already drawn, its silvered edge humming faintly. “The spirits don’t want us here. This is suicide.”I unsheathed my blade, black steel whispering against the scabbard. “Then we will die searching for her.”The truth of my words stunned even me. But there was no taking them back.The first monster came from the mist.A shriek, ear-splitting, bone-rattling. Then a shape—skeletal, elongated, its limbs too many, its eyes hollow pits that dripped black ichor. A forest revenant, born of corrupted souls trapped too long beneat

Kyla’s POV –The world split open.The cabin walls trembled and groaned as if they were made of paper instead of wood. The rift outside pulsed wider, jagged and hungry, tearing the air apart with a sound that was half a roar, half a scream. Shadows bled into light. The ground beneath my feet heaved, roots tearing free of the soil as if the forest itself wanted to flee.And then—they came.The monsters.One by one, dripping from the wound in reality like maggots from a carcass, their shapes shifting in the sickly glow. First the beast with the bone claws, its white talons digging deep furrows into the forest floor as its three eyes snapped open, burning like coals. Then came the orcs—hulking, green-skinned abominations wielding rusted axes, tusks dripping with foam. Their guttural howls rattled the trees, echoing in my ribs.Behind them slithered serpents bigger than cottages, their scales slick with blood and slime, mouths full of fangs that dripped venom thick enough to melt stone. Th

The first thing I heard was the whisper of voices.Not screams, not the clash of blades, not the groan of dying monsters—just quiet murmurs, hushed tones reverberating against stone walls.“She breathes.”“The Moon Queen lives.”“Blessed… she is truly blessed.”My lashes fluttered, the heavy weight of exhaustion dragging at me, but the sound pulled me up from the depths. Slowly, I blinked into the glow of candlelight.The chamber was vast—arched ceilings painted with silver stars, curtains of pale silk that shimmered in the morning sun filtering through tall windows. The air smelled of herbs and warm bread, with the faint tang of incense.And around me—healers.They knelt at the foot of the bed, their hands pressed together in prayer, their eyes lowered but still flicking toward me in awe. A few were weeping softly. One whispered, “She saved us. The Moon Queen saved us all.”My throat tightened.I tried to push myself up, but my body trembled, so weak it barely obeyed. Before I could

The days after the rift closed blurred into something I hadn’t expected: peace.It was a fragile peace, yes—too new, too precious to take for granted—but it was real.For the first time in what felt like centuries, I woke not to screams or fire, but to the warmth of sunlight spilling across the bed. And beside me, Edric.He slept lightly, as though centuries of being a king wouldn’t let him rest fully, but his arm always tightened around my waist if I stirred. As if he were terrified I might vanish if he let go.And maybe, in a way, I was terrified too.So I stayed.Breakfast in the CastleThe palace mornings were loud again. Not with war meetings, but with gossip. The maids whispered furiously every time I walked into the breakfast hall. Nobles bowed lower than they had to, murmuring “Moon Queen” like it was both reverent and dangerous.I ignored them, plucking a warm croissant from the silver platter, nibbling slowly while sipping my coffee.Edric, of course, noticed the way I was a

I sank down his length, slowly at first before I slammed into its base. We both gasped at the impact. His shaft was so deep inside me I believed its tip had gotten into my womb.Grabbing his shoulders to anchor me, and with my feet planted on either side of his powerful thighs, I started to move up and down his long, hard length. It was fun. I picked up speed before I halted.I threw my head back and closed my eyes just to enjoy the fullness his rock-hard cock made me feel. It was so massive that it filled up every inch of space and stretched my walls deliciously. Without me needing to move and work hard, pleasure already swelled within me.Edric, however, didn’t understand the beauty of being still. He gripped my hips and lifted me up and down his length while he thrust up into me with savage force. And people called me a barbarian!I moaned and cried at the increasing pleasure. I opened my eyes to gaze at the king and signaled him to let me do the rest of the work. I then rode him a