All Chapters of I Am The Luna Queen : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Hazel’s POVEverything was falling into place for the ball.The grand ballroom looked like a dream—crystal chandeliers sparkling, white roses cascading from the entrance arch, deep red roses arranged in elegant vases inside. Servants moved quickly, setting up things, hanging garlands of fresh flowers. I wanted every detail perfect. This was my first ball as queen, and I refused to let anyone compare me to Liora. I wanted it so good they wouldn’t even remember her name.“Your Majesty, where should we put this?” one of the maids asked, holding up a large decorative lantern.I pointed. “Hang that at the entrance. Remember, I want the white roses outside and the red roses inside. Make sure the lighting is soft but bright enough for people to see each other clearly.”“Yes, my queen.” The maid bowed and hurried off.I stood in the middle of the chaos, arms folded, watching everything with a critical eye. My back ached from standing all day, but I didn’t care. This ball had to be flawless.

Hazel’s POV“I’m sorry…” Nicholas breathed, voice rough and unsteady. “I’m so sorry—not for kissing you, of course. I can never be sorry for kissing you. I just…fuck, what am I saying…”He slapped a hand on his forehead, looking genuinely frustrated with himself. His chest was still heaving, eyes blown wide and dark, like he was fighting every instinct to pounce on me again.“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable,” he said, voice lower now, almost gentle. “I just got carried away.”In that moment he looked so hot I couldn’t help but bite my lip.His gaze dropped to my mouth immediately.I felt a shiver race down my spine. And there was this spot between my legs I didn't want to mention, that was responding to him in more ways than I cared to admit.He cleared his throat and stood up quickly, putting some space between us.I sat up and adjusted my dress, noticing the way his eyes lingered on the swell of my breasts before he forced them away.He disappeared into the walk-in closet for

Hazel’s POVSomething wasn’t right.I stood there staring at Elder Watson as he lowered the empty wine glass, his throat working as he swallowed the last drop. My heart hammered against my ribs. How could he have drunk the wine if it was poisoned? I had expected him to panic, to make a run for it, or at least try to talk his way out so I could expose him in front of everyone. But he just smiled, calm and collected, like he had nothing to hide.His calm demeanor sent a chill through me. The way light from the grand chandeliers danced across his face, making his smile look almost eerie. I could feel the weight of every eye in the ballroom on us, the air thick with anticipation and unspoken questions.“I’ve drank it as the queen requested,” he said smoothly, bowing his head slightly.I narrowed my eyes, suspicion crawling up my spine like ice. Something was definitely wrong. Dimitri wouldn’t lie about the poison. He had specifically told me about this. Unless…The realization hit me har

Nicholas’s POV “What are you talking about?” Hazel asked, her voice sharp with confusion. “What did I do?” I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. The mind-link from Marco had hit me like a freight train, flooding my head with information that made my blood run cold. Her warriors had caught rogues trying to sneak into the palace. Rogues who were part of a bigger plot cooked up by those damned elders. And she had known. She had handled the whole thing on her own without saying a single word to me. How the hell did she know all this was going to happen? The question burned in my chest as I grabbed her hand, my fingers wrapping tightly around hers. “Come with me,” I said, my voice rough. Before she could protest, I pulled her through the crowd. People stared, whispers following us like shadows, but I didn’t care. The music and lights of the ballroom faded behind us as we rushed out into the cool night air. My heart pounded hard, a mix of anger, shock, and something deeper that I didn’t want

Nicholas’s POVI sat by Hazel’s side in the quiet hospital room, the only sound the steady beep of the machines keeping her stable. She was still so pale, her skin almost white against the white sheets. Her chest rose and fell slowly, each breath a small victory that eased the knot in my stomach just a little. I couldn’t bring myself to leave her. Not even for a second. The thought of stepping away and coming back to find her worse terrified me more than anything I had faced as king.I held her hand gently, bringing it to my lips. Her fingers felt cool, but they were still warm enough to give me hope.“I’ll find whoever did this to you,” I whispered, my voice rough with emotion. “And they’ll regret ever being born. But please… just wake up, okay?”She didn’t respond. Of course she didn’t. She had been so busy protecting me all night—handling the rogues, confronting the elders, making sure the ball didn’t turn into a bloodbath. And in the end, she was the one who ended up poisoned. The