All Chapters of I Am The Luna Queen : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Nicholas’s POV “Can we trust him?” I asked, voice low and edged with suspicion. “How do we know that this green-eyed man or whatever he’s talking about isn’t made up?” Marco didn't react immediately…but his eyes stayed locked on mine—calm and unreadable. That alone irritated me. Nothing about this situation was calm. He leaned back against the bookshelf, arms crossed, watching me with that steady, no-bullshit look he always had when he knew things were serious. “Why would he make up something like that?” he replied. “It’s not like he knows about what the queen is. We've been very careful all these years…there's no way someone like Jackson would know.” I exhaled sharply through my nose, but it didn’t ease the tight coil in my chest. If anything, it made it worse. Marco had a point—and that was exactly the problem. I paced to the window and back, boots thudding against the floor. “It’s suspicious,” I muttered. “Then how did he know it’s here? He said whatever the green-

Hazel's Pov I gasped and spun around.Stormy blue eyes stared down at me—furious, wild, burning with something that looked dangerously close to fear.Nicholas.“Where the fuck have you been?”His voice was low, rough, shaking at the edges—like he’d been holding it together by the thinnest thread and I’d just snapped it.I jerked back instinctively—my shoulders hit the door with a soft thud. There was nowhere to go. He was too close. His body heat rolled off him in waves, mixing with that sharp scent that always clung to him. I lifted my chin even though my heart was trying to hammer its way out of my chest.“Where I go or what I do is none of your business.”His eyes narrowed, the muscle in his jaw ticking violently as if my words had physically struck him.“You’re my wife.”He took half a step closer.The space between us vanished.“Do you have any idea how worried I was?” His voice dropped—dangerous, raw. “They told me you weren’t anywhere in the palace. Gone. Vanished. And then I

Hazel’s POVI turned away from him, my heart pounding violently against my chest like it was trying to escape.Siren?The word rang through my mind, heavy and strange.I was a siren.Half siren, half werewolf.That explained the scales. The odd power that kept surging out of me. The blue glow in my hands. The sense that something ancient and untamed was awakening deep within my blood.I’d read about sirens in books—beautiful, deadly, manipulative beings who could lure sailors to their deaths with a song. But I wasn’t one of them. I was just…me. A girl who woke up in a palace filled with wolves and secrets.But what did that have to do with falling in love? What did Nicholas mean when he said my power would only awaken only if I found true love?Nicholas stepped closer, cautiously.“Hazel…”I didn’t turn around.I couldn’t face him right now.“So you’re telling me I’m a siren? And all this time you’ve been pretending?”He was silent for a moment before replying softly.“Yes.”I knew he

Nicholas’s POV“Did you really think I was going to take it?”Hazel’s voice cut through the room like a whip. She folded her arms across her chest and stared at me with those fierce brown eyes that always managed to strip me bare. The shattered glass and spilled liquid glittered on the floor between us like broken promises.I should have known.I should have known she would pull something like this.But I still let myself hope that the truth would be enough. That the moment I handed her the vial she would drink it without question. That she would trust me enough to let me save her.Stupid. So fucking stupid I stood there, chest heaving, the weight of every lie I had ever told her pressing down on me like a mountain.I stared at the shattered glass on the floor, the liquid spreading. My stomach twisted. That decoy vial had been my last desperate gamble. I’d prepared it the moment I got the real one—filled a fake with plain water just in case she reacted exactly like this. Because thi

Nicholas’s POVI stood at the edge of the training field, arms crossed, watching the young warriors spar in both human and wolf form.On one side, Hazel’s personal team with fierce determination—every strike, every block, every shift looked like their lives depended on it. I was impressed. They trained harder than most, as if protecting their queen was the only purpose they had left in this world.Hazel wasn’t in sight, but Dimitri was there, moving between the groups, correcting form, shouting orders. Our eyes locked for a brief moment. He gave a respectful bow, then turned back to the warriors without a word.There was something in his eyes I couldn’t quite place. Loyalty, yes. But also a quiet protectiveness that made my wolf stir uneasily.I hadn’t stopped thinking about Hazel all morning.When I woke up on the couch, a pillow had been placed under my head and a blanket draped over me. That small act alone gave me more hope than I cared to admit. But the fear that she might still