All Chapters of I Am The Luna Queen : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Hazel’s POV “Your Majesty… how was your night with the King?”The voice came from right outside the door the second I stepped into the hallway. It was the older maid—the one with the kind eyes and the steady hands. The same maid who had been hovering around me since I woke up here.She was standing there like she’d been waiting all morning, hands folded in front of her, head slightly bowed.I stopped. Looked at her. And a slow, wicked smirk curled across my lips.“Splendid,” I said, letting the word drip like honey. “Oh, I had a wonderful time with the King.”Her face lit up. She actually smiled—small, knowing, like she’d been holding her breath for good news for years.“Which means…” she started, eyes sparkling, “we’ll be expecting babies soon?”I just kept smiling, wider this time. Inside, I was laughing so hard my ribs hurt. Babies? With that man? After I’d slapped him, kneed him in the family jewels, called his dick small in front of his mistress, and sent him to sleep on a couc

Hazel’s POV“You can’t just let her humiliate me!”Liora’s screech sliced through the silence like glass under a hammer. Her voice cracked on the last word, high and raw, the kind of sound that made your ears hurt.I sighed.Long. Loud. Dramatic.I really didn’t want to be part of this circus anymore. I just wanted to eat my damn fruit in peace without someone screaming like a banshee every five seconds.I turned to Nicholas, fork still in hand.“Tell that woman to shut up,” I said flatly. “I just want to eat in peace. Do something, Nicholas.”The room flinched at the casual way I said his name—like we were equals. Like I wasn’t supposed to grovel.Nicholas’s eyes narrowed to slits. Veins bulged in his neck.Liora kept going, voice rising. “Do you hear her? She’s ordering you around like you’re her servant!”I slammed both hands down on the table.The bang echoed like thunder.Every single person at the table jumped. Glasses rattled. A fork clattered to the floor.“Guards!” I snapped.

Nicholas’s POV“What the fuck has gotten into Hazel?”I paced the length of my chamber like a caged animal, boots thudding against the floor. The room felt too small, the walls too close. My blood was still roaring from breakfast—from her voice snapping my name like it meant nothing, from the crack of her palm against Liora’s face, from the way the entire damn room had flinched when she slammed her hands on the table.I’d been fine with the old Hazel.The quiet one.The invisible one.The one who stayed in the shadows, never caused trouble, never looked me in the eye for longer than a second. She was easy to ignore. Easy to resent without ever having to deal with her.But this?This new Hazel could make an entire room tremble.She’d slapped me last night—actually slapped me—and then walked out like she owned the castle. And today she’d marched into the dining hall in that blood-red gown, hips swaying, chin high, and shoved Liora to the floor like she was swatting a fly.What the hell

Hazel’s POV“Get out! Get out of here!”The words ripped out of me before I could stop them. I snatched the pillow from behind my head and hurled it straight at Nicholas’s face.It hit him square in the chest with a soft thump.He looked like he was about to snap something back—his jaw was already tightening, eyes flashing with that cold, dangerous anger I was starting to recognize—but he didn’t say a word. He just clenched his teeth so hard a muscle jumped in his cheek, turned on his heel, and stormed out. The door slammed behind him hard enough to rattle the windows.Good.I didn’t want him here.I didn’t want anyone here.But the voice inside my head wasn’t done.*Let me show you something cool.*“No,” I whispered, pressing both hands to my temples. “No, no, no—stop talking inside my head!”My skin prickled.Then it burned.I looked down.Dark gray fur was sprouting along my forearms—thick, coarse, spreading like wildfire. My nails darkened, lengthened, curved into sharp black poin

Nicholas’s POV“What do you mean she’s fine!”My palms slammed down on the desk so hard the wood groaned. Papers scattered. Doctor Ricardo flinched but didn’t step back.I leaned over the table, knuckles white, staring him down.“My wife is like a whole new person and you sit there telling me she’s fine?”The doctor swallowed once, then met my eyes—calm, professional, infuriatingly steady.“Your Majesty, her medical report says she’s fine. Physically. The severe head injury she sustained when she was pulled from the ocean… your blood healed the damage. The fractures, the internal bleeding, the concussion—all repaired. There is no lasting trauma to her body.”I curled my lip.“Then explain why she’s acting like a completely different woman.”He hesitated—just a second, but I caught it.“While your blood healed her body, it may not have been able to restore memories that were… wiped or suppressed during the fall. Sometimes the mind protects itself by locking things away. Whatever is hap