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

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Chapter 41-Tricked

Nicholas’s POVMartha’s words hit me like a slap I didn’t see coming.I stared at her for a long second, like she’d spoken a strange language.“Are you serious?” My voice came out low, almost a whisper.She nodded quickly, eyes still downcast but determined. “Yes, Your Majesty. It’s urgent. She asked me to bring you to her room immediately. These were her exact words: ‘Go bring the king to me immediately.’”My gaze snapped to Marco.He just shrugged one shoulder, brows raised in a silent what-are-you-waiting-for expression.I didn’t think.I couldn’t think.My body moved before my brain caught up. I shoved past Martha, boots pounding the marble floor as I tore out of the office and down the corridor. The palace blurred around me—servants jumping out of my way, guards snapping to attention, doors flashing past in streaks of gold and dark wood.My mind was a storm of questions.Did she really send for me?This new Hazel—the one who’d stared me down in the council chamber, who’d built an

Chapter 42-I See Only Him

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

Chapter 43- On The Brink

Hazel’s POV I started to sink down. The thick head of him parted me—just enough to feel the stretch, the burn, the promise of being filled so completely I might forget my own name. Then his hands clamped around my waist like iron. He yanked me back up so fast the water splashed violently around us. I gasped—half shock, half frustration—as the delicious pressure disappeared. Nicholas was breathing like he’d run for miles. Veins stood out on his forehead, along his neck, pulsing hard. His eyes flickered—gold bleeding into the black like his wolf was clawing its way to the surface and fighting him every inch. “You don’t want this,” he rasped. His voice was so thick it barely sounded human. I stared at him, chest heaving. “I—” He didn’t let me finish. In one smooth motion he stood, water cascading off his body in sheets. Before I could protest he bent, hooked one arm under my knees and the other behind my back, and lifted me out of the tub like I weighed nothing. Col

Chapter 44-Am I Dreaming

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

Chapter 45-The Surprise

Nicholas’s POV I stared at her like she’d grown a second head. Something was off. “Hazel…” My voice came out rough from sleep and disbelief. “What’s going on?” She just smiled brighter—eyes sparkling with something dangerous and delighted all at once. Then she stood up slowly, pulling the sheet with her so it draped around her like a gown. The movement was graceful, deliberate, without knowing exactly how every inch of exposed skin affected me. “Nothing at all,” she said sweetly. Too sweetly. “I just have a very big surprise for you.” My heart kicked hard against my ribs. “What surprise?” “You’ll see.” Before I could push for more answers, a furious knock rattled the door—three sharp, angry bangs that made the wood shudder. Hazel tilted her head toward the sound like she’d been expecting it. “That must be the surprise,” she murmured. I was already moving—naked, still half-hard from waking up wrapped around her scent—when the door burst open. Footsteps storm

Chapter 46-I Liked It

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

Chapter 47-Please Forgive Me

Hazel’s POVMartha was already on her knees the second I opened the door.Tears streamed down her cheeks. Her hands were clasped so tight in her lap that her knuckles looked white against her pale skin. She looked small—smaller than I’d ever seen her—and the sight of it made something twist painfully in my chest even though I was furious.“I’m sorry, my queen,” she whispered. Her voice cracked on every word. “I’m so sorry. I was worried about you. That’s why I lied.”I stared down at her.Anger burned hot in my throat, but underneath it was exhaustion—bone-deep, soul-deep exhaustion from last night. From the heat. From Nicholas. From everything.“I told you,” I said slowly, “to make sure Nicholas doesn't enter my room. I told you to block the door. Instead you sent every guard away and told him I asked for him. Do you think I can ever trust you again?”She shook her head—fast, frantic. Fresh tears fell.“I just couldn’t bear to see you in pain,” she choked out. “The heat was tearing y

Chapter 48-The Fight

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

Chapter 49-The Mistress Or The Queen

Hazel’s POV“Nicholas…help me…” Liora’s voice came out small and trembling, the perfect picture of a wounded innocent. “They’ve been so mean to me…”I couldn’t help it—I rolled my eyes so hard I thought they might get stuck.Classic Liora performance. Ten out of ten for drama.I relaxed back against the stranger’s chest—his arms still loosely around me—and let out a long, bored sigh. I already knew how this would go. Nicholas would rush to her side, scoop her up, glare at me like I was the villain, and everyone would whisper about how the king always chose his mistress over his queen.Same old story.I wasn’t even angry anymore. Just tired.The training field had gone unnaturally quiet like everyone was holding their breath, waiting for the king to pick his mistress over his queen. Again.I didn't even bother looking up.Then the first whisper started.“What is going on?”“Is the king really going to her?”“Am I dreaming?”“Nicholas!” Liora cried again, voice breaking perfectly. “Nich

Chapter 50-The Vial

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

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