Все главы I Am The Luna Queen : Глава 111 - Глава 120

Hazel’s POVI woke up wrapped in warmth. Nicholas’s strong arms were locked tightly around me, his body pressed against my back like a protective shield. His scent…woodsy, masculine, and comforting…filled my lungs with every breath. For a moment, the horrors of yesterday felt distant. The shooting. The blood. The shadowy figures in the lightning. All of it.“Good morning, beautiful,” he whispered, his voice still rough with sleep. He kissed the back of my neck softly, then my shoulder, sending tiny sparks across my skin.I turned in his arms to face him. His eyes were soft, full of love that made my chest ache. “How are you feeling?”I didn’t know how to answer that. My mind was still a storm of fear, guilt, and questions. Instead, I gave him a small smile, hoping it would be enough.He saw right through it. Of course he did. His thumb brushed my cheek gently. “You don’t have to pretend with me.”I noticed he was already dressed in a black shirt and pants, looking every inch the power

Nicholas’s POV“Your majesty.” The sorceress Gwen said as she bowed in respect. I gave her a nod and walked straight to the couch, lowering myself into it. My body felt heavy from lack of sleep, but my mind was sharp. Gwen glanced at the door like she expected someone to follow me in. “Where’s your wife?” she asked.“I came alone,” I said simply, settling back.She turned to me with a small smile. “What?” I asked.She shook her head. “Nothing. It’s just that you’re glowing. You look happier than I’ve seen you in years.”I didn’t reply. Happiness felt dangerous right now, like something that could be snatched away any second. Gwen closed the door quietly and took the chair facing me. Her eyes studied me for a moment.“Your wife never came back after she and her friend visited to learn about her powers. I immediately knew things were okay between you both. And besides, you know I couldn’t tell her who she was because you warned me not to.”“Yeah,” I said. “But that’s not why I’m here

Nicholas’s POVThe command hung in the air like a threat. My wolf wanted to rip his throat out, but I knew shifting back was the smarter move right now. These weren’t ordinary people.Bones cracked and reformed as I forced the shift. Fur receded, claws turned back into fingers, and in seconds I stood before them as a man—naked, bleeding from multiple gashes, but with my head held high. My face stayed hard as stone while I stared them down. Blood trickled down my side and shoulders, but I didn’t flinch. I wouldn’t give them that satisfaction.“What are you doing in my land?” I asked, my voice filled with every ounce of authority and power I carried as king.The tall man at the front studied me with those eerie glowing green eyes. A slow, cold smile spread across his face. Water still clung to his skin like he had stepped straight out of the ocean.“I want my wife’s bastard daughter,” he said simply. “She’s one of your own. Just hand her over to me.”The words hit me like a punch to the

Hazel’s POVMartha sighed deeply, like she was finally letting go of a heavy burden that had been crushing her for years. Her shoulders slumped as fresh tears filled her eyes. She looked older in that moment, worn down by secrets and pain.“Liora’s father was one of the council members,” she began, her voice shaky. “I was just an ordinary maid back then. He started coming around, showing me attention. I told him to stop. I begged him to stay away because he had a wife. But he had power. He could summon me whenever he wanted, and I had no choice.”She paused, swallowing hard. Her hands twisted together.“One day… he took advantage of me. There was nothing I could do. Nobody would believe a maid over a council member. Then I got pregnant. He told me to keep the child….I was devastated because I knew he was going to take her from me. And just as I feared, they did. His wife couldn’t have children, so he had been using me all along.”Martha’s voice cracked. Tears streamed down her face no

Hazel’s POVThe moment I pushed open the door to our room, the metallic smell of blood hit me like a punch to the gut. My heart skipped hard. The scent was strong, fresh, and unmistakable.“Nicholas!” I called out in panic.I heard the sound of running water from the bathroom. Without thinking, I rushed forward and burst inside.Nicholas stood under the shower, both hands pressed against the tiled wall, head hanging low. Water cascaded down his broad back, but I could see streaks of red mixing with it, swirling around the drain. My stomach twisted.“Nicholas, are you okay?” I asked, stepping closer. The smell of blood grew even stronger in the steamy room.He turned his head slightly, forcing a small smile. “I’m fine.”“You’re not fine. Stop lying to me.” I folded my arms, refusing to move. “Damn it.” He muttered something under his breath. “Sometimes I forget we can feel each other’s emotions.”I stared at him, waiting. The water continued pouring over his powerful body, but I could