All Chapters of I Am The Luna Queen : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Hazel’s POVI sat on the couch in my room, legs tucked under me, a half-full glass of red wine cradled in my right hand. The liquid swirled slow circles as I tilted the glass—deep crimson catching the firelight like blood. It looked pretty. Almost peaceful.Dimitri leaned against the far wall, arms folded across his chest, one eyebrow raised in that way he did when he was waiting for me to explain myself.“So,” he said, voice low and amused, “how did it go? Did he agree to the divorce?”I let out a short, dry laugh.“I think we both know the answer to that.”He tilted his head.“He said never. Told me not to bring it up again. Even said he’d do anything I asked.”Dimitri’s other eyebrow joined the first.“Anything?”I smirked, slow and wicked.“Anything.”He pushed off the wall, taking one slow step closer.“So what did you ask for?”I lifted the glass to my lips, took a long sip, let the wine burn down my throat before I answered.“I asked him to kick his mistress out of the palace.

Hazel’s Pov I had just slipped into my nightgown…thin white silk that skimmed my thighs and left my shoulders bare when the knock came.I walked to the door barefoot, the hem of the nightgown whispering against my calves.It was probably Martha.I opened the door.And froze.Nicholas stood in the hallway, tall, broad, and radiating tension. His white shirt was open at the collar, sleeves rolled up to show corded forearms. His dark hair was messy, like he’d been dragging his hands through it. His eyes…those stormy, dangerous eyes…dropped straight to my body, sliding over the thin fabric, the curve of my breasts, the bare skin of my legs. Heat flashed across his face before he caught himself and jerked his gaze back up to mine.He cleared his throat, voice rough.“What are you doing here?” I asked, folding my arms under my chest on purpose. “Here to beg me to let your mistress stay?”He didn’t answer right away.Just held up a small bottle. The liquid inside was thick, glowing faintly

Hazel’s POVHis hand froze on the belt buckle.The metallic clink died in the air.For one long, suspended second, neither of us moved. The room was dead silent except for our ragged breathing.Then Nicholas dropped to his knees.Right between my spread thighs.My breath caught hard in my throat.He dragged me toward him—rough, impatient—hands clamping around my hips like he owned every inch of me. My ass slid across the sheets until the edge of the mattress hit the backs of my knees. My legs fell open wider on instinct. No silk left between us now. Just me, bare and dripping, and him staring at my core like it was the only thing that existed in the world.He blew a slow, hot breath right against my clit.I whimpered—high, broken, embarrassing.That tiny, reasonable voice in the back of my head gave one last frantic warning.‘Stop now, Hazel. Stop this before—’I opened my mouth to tell him ‘don’t you dare touch me, you bastard.’But the second his tongue flattened against my pussy—br

Hazel’s POVThe double doors to the throne room burst open with a thunderous crack that echoed off the high stone walls.The sound rolled through the room like a challenge—like a declaration that something in this kingdom had just shifted.Two rows of guards snapped to attention as I stormed through.White gown flowing behind me like a banner of war, silk whipping around my legs with every furious step. My chin was high, shoulders back, eyes locked straight ahead. The crown I’d never worn before sat heavy on my head—cold gold and emeralds that caught the light and threw green fire across the marble floor. Every jewel felt like a weight I had carried in silence for too long—reminders of a role I had played perfectly while my heart slowly bled behind closed doors. Today, that mask shattered.Today I wasn’t Nicholas’s silent wife.I was their queen.The entire council chamber fell silent the moment I appeared.Every noble, every elder, every high-ranking shifter in the room rose to thei

Hazel’s POVThe entire council chamber bowed the second Nicholas’s voice cracked through the silence.“Your Majesty.”The words rolled out in perfect unison—low, reverent, automatic.Every head dipped.Every back bent.I stayed exactly where I was—standing tall…white gown pulling around my feet.I didn’t bow.I didn’t flinch.I just smiled.Slow.Sharp.And looked straight at Nicholas.“I see you brought your pet dog.”Liora’s face twisted—murderous, ugly, red creeping up her neck.Nicholas’s eyes narrowed to slits.“Hazel,” he said through clenched teeth, “you’ve gone too far.”He stood there—tall, furious, radiating power—and yet he looked… smaller.Like a subject standing before his queen.Because that’s exactly what he was right now.I tilted my head.“But I warned you, Nicholas. I warned you.”My voice was calm. Almost gentle.Slowly I sank back on the throne.“I told you I’d call the council if you didn’t send that bitch packing by morning.”I let my gaze slide to Liora.“And gu