All Chapters of I Am The Luna Queen : Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Hazel’s PovI went to sleep in my dorm room.That much I’m sure of.My last memory is the soft hum of the radiator, the faint glow of my laptop screen casting blue across the walls, and the quiet chaos of half-finished notes scattered on my desk. I remember setting my alarm, curling under my blanket, and letting exhaustion finally drag me under.But when I woke up…It wasn’t my ceiling I stared at.The air was heavy, thick with the scent of smoke and herbs, something cloying and strange. A chill pressed into my skin, though the surface beneath me was warm—too warm, like I was lying on silk sheets pulled from a fever dream. My eyes fluttered, my chest heaved, and the sound hit me first.Crying.Dozens of soft, choked sobs echoing around me, broken only by frantic whispers.“My Queen—please, please open your eyes—”“She’s breathing—oh, Moon Goddess, she’s breathing!”“Call the doctor, now! Hurry!”My eyes shot open, a gasp tearing through my throat.The noise stopped instantly.A cluste

As if waking up in a strange room with a life that isn’t mine wasn't enough—now I have to have sex with a man I don’t even know. A man who apparently hates his queen. What could possibly be worse than this? I bit my finger hard enough to hurt, trying to stop the panic crawling up my throat. My hands ran through my hair, again and again, like I could somehow brush the madness away. I sat down, stood up, sat again—but nothing worked. Nothing was calming me down. How could I even be calm in this situation? The women were gone. It was just me now—me and my raging thoughts bouncing off the walls. I’d told myself a thousand times this had to be a dream, but the more I said it, the realer it became. The feel of the silk against my skin, the cold air, the smell of flowers that weren’t from anywhere near my college dorm—it all screamed real. Finally, I sat back on the bed and buried my face in my hands. My eyes burned, but I didn’t let the tears fall. What was the point of crying? It wou

For a full five seconds, my brain refused to process what I was seeing. No. No way. That couldn’t be him. I blinked once. Twice. My eyes didn’t lie. Standing before me—half-naked, skin lit by candlelight, muscles shifting under smooth golden skin—was my psychology professor. “Professor Nicholas?” I whispered again, my voice barely a breath. He turned fully now, blue eyes piercing into mine with a look so sharp it felt like a blade. But it wasn’t the gentle, kind professor who used to smile when I answered a question in class. This man’s gaze was cold. Hard. The same eyes, but with something cruel swimming behind them. My knees wobbled. “What the hell…” I muttered, staring at him. “What the fuck are you doing here?” Nothing made sense. My heart pounded so fast it almost hurt. The man I’d secretly crushed on for a year—the one who told me once that I “had potential”—was standing here, shirtless, in a king’s chamber, looking like sin and damnation rolled into one. His lips curved

Hazel’s POV My palm stung from the slap, but the sound of it cracking across his face was the most satisfying thing I’d felt all day since waking up in this life. His head snapped to the side. For one perfect second, the mighty King looked stunned—like he honestly couldn’t believe someone had dared. Then his expression twisted—rage, confusion, something dark—and he lunged again. Absolutely not. Before he could even blink, my knee shot up with perfect, furious accuracy. My foot connected with his balls. Hard. The sound he made—dear God. It was half-gasp, half-death rattle. His entire body folded, and he dropped to the side of the bed like a fallen tree, clutching himself as a deep groan tore out of his throat. Good. Serves him right. I scrambled backward, yanking the thick blanket up to my chin like it was armor. My chest was heaving, heart slamming against my ribs, skin still burning where his mouth had been. I hated that my body was shaking—and not just from anger. He sta