All Chapters of Queen Luna: Once Rejected, Now Ruthless: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

EDRIC — POV That Night. The Moon was swollen. The wind reeked of old stories.I stood by the edge of the ancient cliff that overlooked the heart of the Dark Forest. My wings folded tight against my back, golden fur bristling as the wind whispered secrets only creatures of magic would understand.The campfire behind me crackled weakly, my knights silent in their tents. No one dared disturb me when I was like this—restless, teeth clenched, eyes glowing, fists tight.Because I felt her.Not in the vague, whimsical way the elders talked about mates. Not like a dream.This was real. A screamed.A golden thread of bound magic—thin, almost translucent—slid around my wrist like a phantom chain. It pulsed. Once. Twice. Then harder.A scream echoed through me. Not in the air. In my soul.Not fear.Not death.Frustration. Exhaustion. Pain. And a whole lot of sass.I staggered forward, catching my breath."Fuck."I doubled over, clutching the burning mark on my chest. The one that hadn’t ached i

Sprawled on a rough wooden bed with nothing but a frayed blanket. Her face was pale, contorted in pain, the cursed mark on her neck glowing angrily red. Her lips trembled. Sweat glistened on her brow. She looked fragile. Breakable. Beautiful.By her side?A tiny rabbit glaring at me like I kicked its grandma.A cabbage in the corner literally hissed.And—was that a tomato… crying?I ignored them.I crossed the room in two strides, dropped to my knees beside the bed.“Kyla?” I whispered. My voice cracked. I hadn’t spoken her name aloud before, but it felt like it had always belonged to me.“Kyla, look at me.”I touched her hand. Ice cold.My magic surged, golden light dancing from my palm to her skin, trying—desperately—to stabilize what the goddess had begun and the world had cursed.“I’m here,” I whispered, fiercely now. “I found you. I’m not leaving.”Please, I thought, pressing my forehead to her temple, don’t let it be too late.The rabbit snorted beside me and muttered, “Took you

I threw up my arms. “Are you telling me this creepy forest is enchanted to trap me like Rapunzel with PTSD and zero Google Maps?”King Edric landed again, this time breathing heavier. “I’ve circled this place from every angle. Wolves on foot. Scouts. Magic scans. There’s no way out.”“I told you it was cursed,” I said, flopping onto a mossy log like a tragic forest Disney heroine. “Welcome to my nightmare. Featuring sentient produce, gossiping grapes, and the magical equivalent of quicksand.”He folded his arms. “So we’re trapped?”I pointed at myself. “You just kissed a woman who hasn’t had a proper shower in days, was rejected, cursed, lives in a murder-witch’s cabin, and—oh yeah—can’t leave the forest.”He blinked at me. “I regret nothing.”“Sir, that’s trauma talking.”“I still regret nothing,” he smirked.“Get therapy.”We sat there, in the quiet of magical doom, while a literal grapevine tried to sneak up and listen in. I tossed a rock at it. It hissed.“I think it’s you,” Edric

I blinked, still wrapped in his arms mid-air, heart thudding, neck still sore from the burning bond, and of course I—Sassed.“That sounds like a you problem.”His brow quirked, but he didn’t respond. Just held me tighter.I kept going, because of course I did.“Let me guess. You thought you’d show up, kiss me, flex your muscles, and suddenly I’d be like—‘Oh yes, broody king, please take me and my trauma back to the palace’? Sorry, royal golden abs, I’ve been rejected before.”His jaw clenched.I looked away, watching the horizon bleed into dusk. “Aldrian said he loved me. Then he rejected me in front of the entire pack like I was garbage. Humiliated me. Tossed me in this forest like a spare sock.”I breathed. Tight. Controlled.“So no offense, Your Winged Majesty, but I’m not ready to crack open my heart like a walnut just because fate stitched us together with golden glitter and moonlight. I don’t trust fate. I trust action.”Silence.Heavy, magical, charged silence.Then, finally,

She’s not just half-witch and half-wolf.She’s fate’s rebellion.A relic. A key. A storm born in silence.The first of her kind? No.But the first of this kind?Yes.Her magic thrums differently. Ancient.Untamable.Dangerous—if provoked.And beautiful.I see the faint glow in her skin sometimes.When she laughs.When she focuses.When she dreams.My wolf wants to claim her—now.Mark her. Mate her. Make her ours.But I won’t.Not yet.Not until she says yes with both body and soul.Not until she trusts me enough to believe that her heart is not a liability, but the center of my universe.Until then, I will wait.Hunt rabbits.Train her.Fall deeper.And when she’s ready…I will kneel, not as her king,But as the man—Who found lifeIn her magic.Kyla – POVIt started with a whisper in the wind.No, actually—scratch that. It started with me finally being able to summon a flame without nearly burning off my eyebrows.I had just completed my third perfect not so little flame spell—yes, w