All Chapters of I Am The Luna Queen : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Hazel’s POVI stood on the balcony overlooking the palace grounds, arms folded tight across my chest like I could hold everything inside if I squeezed hard enough. The late afternoon sun was making everywhere glow gold, but despite the beauty and calm of the place, my mind was spinning too fast.Dimitri stood beside me—quiet, solid, arms crossed the same way mine were. He hadn’t said much since the incident that happened at the training field. The silence between us wasn’t awkward anymore. It was comfortable. Like he knew I needed space to think.I finally broke it.“Dimitri,” I said, keeping my voice low, “I think Nicholas and his beta are hiding something.”He turned his head just enough to look at me. “What makes you say that?”I leaned my elbows on the stone railing. “I was in Nicholas’s room earlier and Marco suddenly barged in. He was out of breath, eyes wild, and he shouted something about finding ‘the missing segment’ and how Nicholas could finally ‘tell the queen the truth.’”

Hazel’s POV I couldn’t sleep. I kept turning over in bed, flipping the pillow, pulling the blanket up to my chin, then kicking it off again because it suddenly felt suffocating. Every time I closed my eyes, my heart gave this weird little jump—like it was trying to climb out of my chest. Restless. Uneasy. Like something bad was waiting just outside the door and I could feel it breathing. I groaned and rolled onto my back, staring up at the dark canopy above the bed. This was ridiculous. I shouldn’t be lying here wide awake, stomach in knots, thinking about Nicholas. Nicholas—of all people. The same man who’d spent three years parading his mistress in front of me like it was a hobby. The same man who’d looked at me like I was invisible until today, when he suddenly decided to act like I mattered. I pressed the heels of my hands against my eyes. No. Nope. Not going there. I wasn’t worried about him. I wasn’t. I threw the blanket off completely and stood up. The marble floor

Hazel’s POVLiora landed on the ground with a sickening crack.The sound of bone snapping echoed across the courtyard like a gunshot.Everyone froze.Her scream ripped through the morning air, high and raw, the kind of sound that makes your stomach drop even when you hate the person making it.She curled instantly around her right leg, both hands clutching just above the ankle. Her face twisted white with pain, mouth wide, tears streaming down her eyes, real ones this time. No more dramatic performance. Just agony.“Nicholas!” she wailed, voice cracking on his name. “Nicholas—!”I stood there with my mouth open, staring up at the balcony.Nicholas leaned over the railing—expression blank, eyes cold.No remorse.No panic.Just…calm.Like he’d pushed a chair off the edge instead of a person.The crowd was deathly silent.Then whispers started—low at first, then spreading like wildfire.“Did he just…?”“He pushed her.”“The king pushed his mistress.”“How is this even possible?” Another

Hazel’s POV“How?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “Tell me how.”Dimitri shook his head slowly. His hands came up to rest gently on my shoulders, steady and warm, like he was trying to anchor me before the next wave hit.“No, listen to me, Hazel. It’s not that easy.”I pulled away from his touch, stepping back. The wind tugged at my hair, but I barely felt it. My chest was too tight, my thoughts spinning too fast.“What do you mean it’s not easy?” I demanded. “You just said there’s a way to erase the mark. So tell me.”He exhaled, running a hand through his hair. His eyes were serious—too serious. The kind of look people give when they’re about to tell you something you really don’t want to hear.“As much as I don’t like Nicholas,” he said carefully, “he’s still the king. And you’re the queen. This isn’t just about the two of you anymore.”I folded my arms, trying to hold myself together. “What does that have to do with anything?”Dimitri took a step closer, lowering his vo

Hazel’s POVThe door clicked shut.And we both froze.Then we heard it—quick, panicked footsteps running away down the corridor.Dimitri and I looked at each other for half a second.We moved at the same time.He yanked the door open. I rushed past him into the hallway.Empty.Just long marble corridors stretching in both directions. No one.No retreating back. No flash of uniform. Nothing.I spun left, then right—heart hammering.Dimitri stepped out behind me, scanning the other end.“Gone,” he muttered.We looked at each other again.“Do you think whoever that was heard what we said?” I whispered.“I don’t know.” His voice was grim. “But I have to find out who it was and why they ran.”I hugged Dimitri’s jacket tighter around my shoulders. The scales underneath still shimmered faintly—visible at my wrists and throat if anyone looked too closely.“Right now we just have to focus on hiding these,” I said, lifting my hand. The iridescent pattern caught the light. “They’re not going bac