All Chapters of The Luna's Queen Revenge: Cursed To Love My Enemies: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

My fingers tightened around the tray I carried, the weight suddenly heavy in my hands. The command in his tone made my chest clench, but I didn’t dare look up. Slowly, I turned, keeping my head bowed and my eyes fixed on the floor.Rael took a step toward me. “You—”Then the door slammed open.“Well, isn’t this cozy?”The mocking voice sliced through the moment like a blade. I flinched and turned toward the sound.A tall man strode into the room without knocking. His dark hair was brushed back, and his smile wasn’t charm, it was a threat wrapped in teeth.Rael’s shoulders tensed. “Lucan.”So, that was his name. Lucan.His eyes swept the room like he owned it, lingering on me a fraction too long. My skin prickled under that look.“Cousin,” he said, voice dripping with exaggerated politeness. “Didn’t expect to find you… entertaining company.”The warning in Rael’s tone was clear before I even registered his words. “What do you want?”Lucan spread his hands in feigned innocence. “Can’

Liah's RoomI shut the door with a soft click, pressing my back against it as if the wood could shield me from the memory of Rael’s gaze.My breath came fast. My palms were still clammy from holding that folded parchment.I crossed the small room, pulling the stolen paper from my apron pocket. My fingers shook, not from guilt exactly, but from the aftershock of almost getting caught.I dropped onto the edge of my bed, unfolded the parchment, and scanned the contents.A few names. A shipment date. And a single phrase scrawled at the bottom in hurried handwriting: Red Moon, before the next tide.I didn’t know what it meant, but every instinct in me said it wasn’t innocent.The names, some I recognized from whispered palace gossip, others I didn’t were not merchants or seamstresses. They were wolves who’d vanished from their packs without a trace.I swallowed hard, the air suddenly colder.Proof Aurora was keeping connections outside the palace was one thing. But this… this felt like the

Aurora’s POV“Where is it? Where’s the damn thing?”My hands flew across the vanity, scattering combs, pins, and powders onto the floor.A jeweled brush clattered under the bed, forgotten. I ripped open drawers, slammed them shut again, each one more useless than the last.“It was here. I know it was here!” My voice cracked, too shrill. and I pressed my teeth against my lip.Dropping to my knees, I yanked up cushions, shoved aside rugs, clawed through parchment stacks. My breath came fast, ragged. The parchment was gone.“No…” My throat tightened. “It can’t be gone.”For a long moment, I just knelt there, palms pressed flat against the carpet as if I could will it back into existence.But the truth clawed at me. I had lost it. Carelessly. Stupidly.I pushed to my feet too quickly and swayed as blood rushed to my head.“I hope this doesn’t ruin everything. I hope our plans…”“How do I tell him I lost it?” My whisper trembled. Then I shook my head.“No. He’ll understand. He always do

I held the dagger close, my steps slow and steady as I moved past him.Lucan leaned on the wall, arms crossed, staring at me. He didn’t speak. He didn’t move. Just watchedThe silence felt worse than words. My chest tightened. Every sound of my boots on the marble felt too loud.He looked once at Aurora’s door, then back at me. Still silent. Still watching. His eyes made me shiver.I forced myself forward, careful with every step. I didn’t know what he wanted. I didn’t know what he was thinking. But I knew he had seen me. That alone made my skin crawl.When I reached the corner, he straightened a little and I thought I saw a small smirk before he turned and walked away.I let out a quiet breath and let my shoulders relax a little.Then I turned and walked toward my own room, holding the dagger tight. *****I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling.My mind wouldn’t rest. Every time I closed my eyes, Rael’s face came back. The weight of his gaze. The strange pull between us. I couldn’t

On a signal from the Queen, musicians started to play. The sound was too cheerful for the mood in the room.It was our cue to move. I picked up my tray, heavy with empty glasses, and followed the stream of other maids back toward the kitchens.My mind wandered back to the poison, I had to prevent it from happening but how, The air in the hallway felt cooler, but it didn’t calm the racing in my chest.The kitchen was loud and hot. I moved without thinking, dropping dirty dishes into a tub. I had to get back to the hall. I had to see what was happening. Something felt wrong. The air felt tense and nervous.I scanned the room, my senses screaming. I need to act fast. Something is happening.That’s when I spotted her.A maid who seemed suspicious, she looked like one of the maids I saw last night. Huddled near the wine amphorae, her back to the room. She wasn't working. She was hiding. Her shoulders were hunched, tense. And in her hand, a small, glass vial.My blood went cold. The noise