I Am The Luna Queen のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

Hazel’s POVBehind me, Nicholas’s voice cut through the air like a thunderclap. “Hazel, what is going on here?”I didn’t turn right away. I let the moment sink in, savoring the way his words hung there, laced with shock and fury. The chants died down just enough for silence to creep in, thick and heavy, like the air before a storm. Slowly, I spun on my heel, a satisfied smile pulling at my lips. I couldn’t help it—I giggled, the sound light and bubbly, but underneath it was pure venom. “What does it look like, Nicholas? This is my army.”His brows furrowed deep, creasing his forehead like cracks in stone. He stepped closer, his tall frame towering over me, but I wasn’t intimidated. “What do you mean by army?”I tilted my head, smirking, letting the word roll off my tongue like a challenge. “Meaning that these people have sworn their allegiance to me.” The words hung between us, sharp and final. I could see the realization dawning on his face, his jaw tightening, fists clenching at

Nicholas’s POVI sat on the edge of the bed in my bedroom, elbow on my knees, head bowed like a man waiting for execution.The room was dim, lit only by the moonlight coming through the window, casting long shadows that danced across the stone walls like ghosts mocking me. My mind kept ringing with that one damn question Marco had thrown at me: What if she finds true love... and it's not with you? It echoed over and over, a relentless hammer pounding against my skull. I didn’t want her to fall in love with anyone. Not even me. Not yet. Not until we found that missing segment—the key to protecting her from the predators lurking in the shadows. She couldn’t afford to open her heart to anyone. If she did, it could trigger everything, and we weren’t ready. Hell, I wasn’t ready.The thought made my chest tighten, like an invisible hand was squeezing the life out of me. This wouldn’t have bothered me so much if it was the old Hazel—the quiet one who faded into the background, her eyes dow

Hazel’s POV“Nicholas, please, don’t stop,” I whispered, my voice breaking on his name.His mouth closed over my nipple, hot and wet, sucking hard enough to make my back arch off the bed. A sharp jolt of pleasure shot straight between my legs. He swirled his tongue around the tight peak, teasing, then bit down just enough to sting before soothing it with slow, lazy licks. My fingers tangled in his dark hair, pulling him closer, needing more.He switched to the other breast, giving it the same rough attention while his hand slid lower. Two thick fingers pushed inside me, curling just right, stroking that spot that made stars explode behind my eyelids. His thumb found my clit at the same time, rubbing slow, firm circles that had my hips bucking against his hand.“All wet for me,” he murmured against my skin, voice low and gravelly, vibrating through my chest.I gripped his hair tighter and yanked his face up. Our mouths crashed together in a messy, desperate kiss. He groaned into me—dee

Hazel’s POV“Are you okay, Hazel? You don’t look so good.”Dimitri’s voice was soft, worried. He stood beside me on the balcony of my room, both of us overlooking the garden that stretched out below like a green sea in the morning light. The sun was already climbing, warm on my skin, but I felt shivery…wrong.I tried to smile. It came out weak, trembling at the edges.“I’m fine,” I whispered.I wasn’t fine.I felt like a drug addict aching for a hit I didn’t even want. My whole body hummed with this low, restless heat that wouldn’t quit. Every few minutes my mind flashed filthy images—Nicholas’s mouth on my neck, his fingers curling inside me, his low growl telling me to come—and each one hit like a punch between my legs. The throbbing there hadn’t stopped since last night. It just kept building, slow and merciless, until I could barely stand still.I must be going crazy.Dimitri stepped closer. His hand lifted, hesitated, then gently pressed against my forehead. His palm was cool aga

Hazel’s POVMartha dropped to her knees beside the tub so fast the water sloshed over the edge and soaked the hem of her skirt. Her hand shot out toward my arm—hesitant, trembling—like she wanted to touch the scales but was afraid they would burn her.“My queen—”The words died in her throat.The shimmering stopped.One second my skin was alive with iridescent light—greens and blues and silvers dancing like moonlight on water—the next it was just… skin. Normal. Pale. Human. The scales vanished as if they had never been there. The soft glow in the bathwater blinked out too, leaving only ordinary steam curling up from the freezing surface.I stared at my forearm, turning it left and right like I expected the scales to reappear if I looked hard enough.“What…what was that?” My voice came out small, cracked.Martha’s mouth opened and closed. She looked as lost as I felt.Before either of us could speak again, fire exploded through my body.Not the slow-building heat I’d been fighting all