All Chapters of The Luna's Queen Revenge: Cursed To Love My Enemies: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Sleep wouldn’t come. The Queen’s worried words played over and over in the dark, mixing with my own fears until I didn’t know what to think.I finally fell asleep, but my dreams were not kind.One moment, I was in my cold little bed. The next, I was standing in my old bedroom at home. Moonlight was coming through the window. It looked so real. It even smelled like home, like my mom’s perfume and the wood polish the cleaners used.My mom was right in front of me, holding my shoulders. Her eyes were sad.“Liah, please,” she said, her voice soft. “Don’t leave like this. Let’s talk in the morning.”“I wish you would just disappear!” I heard myself scream at her. “I wish I wasn’t your daughter!”The second I said it, I wanted to take it back. But it was too late.Her face… it didn’t get angry. It just fell. Like I had broken something inside her that could never be fixed. She didn’t say anything. She just looked at me, and her eyes were so full of hurt that I couldn’t breathe.Then, the r

Tessa was pacing anxiously, her mind racing a mile a minute.“Next time you see him, you should..no, wait, you must casually mention that I love fresh apples. Not red ones. Green ones. Sharp, sour, crisp. Got it?”I raised a brow. “That’s your plan? Apples?”“Yes! It makes me sound mysterious but approachable.”She twirled her brush like a wand. “Trust me, boys love little details. It gives them excuses to bring you things.”I groaned and flopped backward on my cot. “Tessa, if he starts showing up with bags of apples, he’s going to look like a farmer, not a guard.”She ignored me completely. “Also, you should hint that I can’t dance. That way, if there’s ever a ball, he’ll feel like a hero teaching me.”I stared at the ceiling. “There’s no way I’m saying that.”She stopped pacing and grinned. “You already helped once. You’re in this with me, Marin. Face it, you’re my accomplice.”I smiled weakly, though my chest still carried that unsettled weight from earlier.I should’ve been thinkin

I took a slow step toward her. “Maybe. Or maybe I just really hope it is.”She swallowed, and I saw a blush on her cheeks, but she held her ground. “Then you’ll have to talk to me. Tell me things. What you like. What you hate. Who you are when no one’s watching.”I leaned my head against the trellis post. My wolf was so close to the surface, hyper-aware of her every breath. “Okay,” I said. “But you asked for it.”She grinned. “I’m not scared.”“Good,” I said, smiling for real now. “Because I’ve been known to bite.”She laughed, a sound that made my wolf sit up and pay attention. “I can handle it,” she said, walking past me as I pointed down the garden path. “But only if you talk. Start talking.”So we walked. For a long time. Under the lanterns and the moon. She asked me questions. Small stuff at first, my favorite pizza, the last show I binge-watched, why I train so hard.Then bigger stuff, what it was like growing up here, what I was afraid of, what it feels like when the wolf wan

Anya appeared beside her, arms crossed. “Slumming it out in the west wing, are we? Not so special now.”“I’m just doing my job,” I said, trying to keep my voice calm as I moved to step around them.“Oh, I’ll help you with that,” Clara said sweetly.Then, with a sharp, deliberate movement, she shoved Anya sideways. Anya stumbled forward with a fake gasp, her elbow knocking hard against my bucket.The bucket tipped over. Dirty, soapy water rushed out in a wave. It soaked my legs and splashed all over the floor I had just cleaned.I stood there, stunned, my shoes soaked and the fruits of my last hour of work now a dirty puddle at my feet.Clara put a hand over her mouth, her eyes wide with fake sympathy. “Oh, no! Look what you made her do, Anya! How clumsy of you.”Anya smirked. “So clumsy. Now you’ll have to clean it all up again. What a shame.”They didn’t even try to hide their laughter as they turned and walked away, their whispers trailing behind them. “Maybe if she spent more time

Kael’s POVThe car was completely silent. It felt heavier than any armor I’d ever worn.Rael was driving, his hands gripping the wheel so tightly his knuckles were white. His jaw was clenched, his gaze locked forward as if the road itself had wronged him. I stared out the window as the city lights faded behind us, swallowed by shadows and trees. It felt like the world was closing in, pressing us back toward a fate we couldn’t escape.The weight of the curse. The weight of our failure. Both pressed on my chest until it was hard to breathe. It was a familiar suffocation, one that seemed to return every time we thought we had hope.“This is a waste of time,” Rael finally bit out, his voice sharp in the confined space. “That old hag never tells us anything useful. Just more riddles and that… that look she gives us. Like we’re already dead.”I had nothing to say. Arguing with Rael when he was like this was a waste of energy neither of us had. Julie the witch was our last, desperate resort.