All Chapters of I Am The Luna Queen : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Nicholas POV The vial felt heavier than it should have.It rested in my palm like a living thing—small, fragile, and yet carrying the weight of everything I had fought for over the past three years. Hope. Fear. Salvation. Ruin.Three years of sleepless nights. Of watching her suffer while I stood there, helpless—Alpha King, and still not enough. All of it…for this.I turned it slowly between my fingers, watching the pink liquid shimmer under the light of my office. It caught the glow from the window and scattered it like broken stars across the desk. Beautiful. Deceptive. Like something meant to distract you just long enough before it destroyed everything.It looked harmless.That was what terrified me the most.A soft knock echoed through the room.I didn’t answer immediately. I needed a second—just one—to steady the storm building in my chest. To silence the voice in my head whispering that something about this felt…wrong.My grip tightened around the vial as Dillan’s words replaye

Hazel’s POVI’d spent most of the day training with my warriors, pushing my body to the limit—sweat dripping, muscles screaming, mind sharp as a blade. It kept the worry at bay. But now, as the sun dipped low, painting the garden in bloody oranges and deep purples, it all came rushing back.Dimitri still wasn’t here.It was almost evening, and that nagging pit in my stomach grew heavier with every passing minute. Where the hell was he? Benedicta Petterson was supposed to be in our grasp by now. She was the key. The one person who could name names, unravel who started this whole nightmare.I paced the garden path, gravel crunching under my boots, arms crossed tight over my chest. The roses mocked me with their perfect blooms, all calm and pretty while my world spun out of control. Come on, Dimitri. Just bring her in. Let’s end this.Lost in my head, I turned sharp—and slammed right into a solid wall of muscle.I lost my balance, feet slipping on the loose stones, stomach dropping as t

Liora's POV I bit my fingers anxiously as I paced the tiny, damp room that had become my prison. My nails dug into the skin until they bled, but I barely felt the pain. My mind was a storm—racing, screaming, refusing to settle. Every step echoed too loudly in the suffocating silence, my heart slamming against my ribs as if it wanted to break free. Sweat trickled down my back, soaking the thin fabric of my dress. “Why the fuck did that bastard take the bullets for Hazel?” I muttered it under my breath, over and over, but no one answered. Just the wind rattling the loose boards, mocking me. My fingers plunged into my tangled hair, yanking hard enough to sting my scalp. I spun in a tight circle, breath coming in short, ragged gasps. The air inside was stale, thick with the smell of mold and my own fear-sweat. I could still see it—Alpha Jackson’s massive body crashing into hers, shielding her like some twisted hero from a nightmare. The shots cracking through the garden, petals ex

Hazel’s POV“What do you mean?” The words tumbled out of me before I could stop them. My voice sounded small in the quiet hallway, but the fear behind it was loud enough to echo in my own ears.Dillian’s face stayed serious, the small smirk from earlier completely gone. He glanced once more at Nicholas, who was standing a few feet away with his hands still shoved deep in his pockets, before looking back at me. His eyes held a weight that made my stomach twist tighter.“The Northern waters,” he said quietly. “We’ve been holding them back for a very long time. But with the king’s army fighting us now…we don’t think we can hold for long.”He paused, letting the words sink in like cold water. I felt the air grow heavier around us.“I’m not just worried about you, Hazel. If my father touches land, you won’t be the only one who gets hurt. He doesn’t care about destroying every single person in the process. This bothers us just as much as it bothers you people.”My mouth went dry. The relief

Liora’s POVI spun around fast, chest heaving, rain still dripping from my soaked hair into my eyes. My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would crack my ribs. For a second, I couldn’t even speak. The man standing in front of me looked like he had stepped out of a dream…or maybe a nightmare dressed up as salvation.He was the most beautiful man I had ever seen. Tall, with broad, powerful shoulders that made the space between the trees feel too small. His silver hair fell loosely over one shoulder, wet from the rain and shining under the faint moonlight that broke through the clouds. Piercing green eyes locked onto mine, sharp and unreadable, like they could see straight through every lie I’d ever told. His jawline was strong and defined, giving his face a dangerous kind of elegance. Everything about him screamed power…controlled, quiet, and terrifying.I swallowed hard. We were standing so close that I could feel the heat coming off his body, cutting through the cold rain stil