All Chapters of I Am The Luna Queen : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Mature content warning!! Hazel’s POV Everything in my body shut down the second I saw him standing there. All I could see was Nicholas. Naked. Hard. Huge. Every line of muscle carved under golden skin, every vein standing out along his thick cock like it was begging to be touched. My mouth went dry. My core clenched so hard I almost cried out. The water suddenly felt too hot and too cold at the same time. He didn’t hesitate. He stepped into the tub. Water sloshed over the sides as he sank down, slow and deliberate, eyes never leaving mine. The moment his knees parted the surface I felt the heat of him—like a furnace opening right in front of me. My hands gripped the marble edge tighter. My knuckles turned white. I should have screamed at him to get out. I should have shoved him away. Instead I watched—helpless, starving—as he settled in front of me. A quiet voice in the back of my mind whispered: This is Nicholas. The man you hate. But the heat roaring through

Nicholas’s POV Her claws sank deeper. Blood trickled warm down the sides of my neck, but the sting barely registered. My wolf was already closing the wounds—hot prickles of healing knitting skin back together faster than she could tear it. I caught her wrists in a flash—hard enough to bruise, gentle enough not to break bone. She snarled, low and feral, trying to wrench free. I pushed her down. Her back hit the mattress with a soft thud. I pinned her wrists above her head with one hand. The other caught her knee as she tried to drive it straight into my balls. I trapped the leg between my thighs, body weight holding her still. “Why do you always want to kill me?” I ground out through clenched teeth. Blood smeared across her fingers now. My wolf growled low in my chest—possessive, protective, furious at the sight of her claws stained red with my blood. She glared up at me, chest heaving, eyes blazing. “Haven’t I told you not to touch me?” “What was I supposed to do

Nicholas’s POV“How could she have marked you and you didn’t even know?”Marco’s voice was low, almost careful, like he was talking to someone holding a lit fuse. He just kept staring at the fresh bite on my neck like a bomb about to go off.I ground my teeth together so hard my jaw ached. “I don’t fucking know. I didn’t know she broke skin. We were…caught up in the moment.”“Caught up. Right.”Marco leaned back against the wall of my study, arms crossed, studying me like I was some puzzle he hadn’t quite solved yet. “This just made everything worse,” he said quietly. “She’ll be able to feel your emotions now. Every spike of anger, every wave of guilt, every time your cock fucking gets hard thinking about her—it’s going to bleed through the bond. Even if you keep using that potion to hide the mate bond, there’s a ninety percent chance it won’t work anymore. This mark overrides everything. Everything just became harder.”“Fuck.” The word tore out of me like a growl. I ran a hand over

Hazel’s POV“Hazel…” Dimitri whispered beside me, voice tight with worry.I barely heard him.My eyes were locked on Liora’s wolf—huge, lips peeled back from teeth that looked way too sharp for comfort. She was snarling like she wanted to rip my throat out and wear it as a necklace.I should have been terrified.I mean—come on. I was a college student who woke up in a werewolf palace. I’d never thrown a real punch in my life. I’d never even been in a proper fight. I was just a normal girl stressing over exams and bad coffee. Now was standing in a dirt circle facing a literal werewolf who hated me enough to kill. This was insane. I should have been screaming. Running. Hiding.Instead I felt…calm.Not the fake kind of calm you force when you're panicking. Real calm.I tried to shift…tried to call whatever wolf was supposed to be hiding in my blood.‘Come on, wolf. Do something.’Nothing happened.No fur. No claws. No bones cracking. No badass transformation montage.Just me standing th

Nicholas’s POVThe room went so quiet I could hear my own heartbeat slamming against my ribs.Marco stood frozen—eyes wide, face pale, like he’d just walked into a lion’s den and realized he was dinner.I wasn’t sure I’d heard him right.Did he just say he found the missing segment?The same missing segment we’d hunted for three years. The missing piece that could explain how to keep Hazel safe—how to keep her alive. The one thing that could finally let me stop lying to her. Stop hurting her. Stop pretending I didn’t love her more than my own life.Three years. Three fucking years of dead ends, ransacked libraries and sleepless nights.Hazel was still pressed against me—her wrist caught in my hand, her body warm and trembling just enough for me to feel it. I could smell her—vanilla, salt, the faint trace of last night’s heat still clinging to her skin. I could feel her confusion spiking. Sharp. Curious. Angry.She pulled away suddenly—yanking her wrist free like my touch burned.Her e