All Chapters of Curvy Queen by Contract - Luna by Fate: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Scarlett’s POVI, Scarlett Violet labeled a traitor — by the same people that I could lay my life down for. I found it hard to believe that it was all true and that I wasn’t having a nightmare. My brain still refused to process that it was true until I heard the sound of a rogue snapping its teeth not too far from me. I instinctively wrapped my arms around my waist as though the danger would get to my child before it’d get to me. Taking one last look at the dark gates of the pack territory that was rightfully mine, I started to move even though every instinct of mine wanted me to fight harder for all that’s mine. But how do you defend yourself against the people who already concluded that you’re guilty? “We’ll be fine, I promise. We’ll be back stronger. And this time, so ruthless that no one would dare to trample upon us.” I made the promise while turning to my stomach as though my child could hear me already. With that, I went deep into the woods, careful enough not to trespass

Scarlett’s POV“Are you ready?” He asked, his eyes peering into mine solidly as we stood a bit away from the kingdom. “I am.” He healed really fast within the next three days and this morning, I led him out of the woods as I was the one who had mastered it well. It was a bit hard to maneuver, but we found it. We barely even spoke to each other but his eyes strayed over to me more often than not, and the heat that came with his stares almost made me sweat all through. He proceeded towards the gates with me right by his side. It was then that the realization of the situation dawned on me. We were about to walk into his kingdom, pretending like we were a couple, and it also marked the beginning of my own revenge plan. Let’s get the game started. The moment we stepped foot into the kingdom, scouts found us immediately. And with what I went through in the forest alone, a turbulent wave of discomfort settled in my stomach. Seeing the guards alone was enough to awaken the part of me t

Jordan’s POV“Summon the full Royal Council immediately,” I ordered the guard at the door, my voice echoing through the chamber. “We discuss my brother’s arrest and the future of this kingdom. No one is excused. Tell them the King has returned and demands their presence now.”The guard bowed sharply. “Right away, Your Majesty. They will not delay.”I stood at the head of the long table, arms crossed, waiting as the nobles and council members filed in one by one. Their faces showed a mix of shock, relief, and clear unease. Scarlett entered last, walking with that quiet strength I was starting to notice more each hour. She took her seat beside mine without hesitation, her posture straight.One of the older nobles, Lord Harlan, cleared his throat first. “Your Majesty, we are all relieved beyond words that you survived the forest. But imprisoning Prince Cassian without clear and undeniable proof… is that truly wise at this delicate time? He has many who still support him in these halls.”

Jordan’s POV“Show me exactly where you found the signs of intrusion,” I ordered the two guards standing rigidly outside Scarlett’s chambers, my voice low but sharp as a blade. The torchlight in the corridor cast long shadows across their armored forms, making the tension in their postures even more evident. “And speak plainly. I want every detail—no omissions, no excuses.”The taller guard, a veteran named Garrick with a scar running down his left cheek, bowed quickly. “Yes, Your Majesty. The Queen reported the room had been searched shortly after she returned from the gardens. We checked thoroughly but found no forced entry on the doors or windows. Whoever entered knew how to move quietly, like a ghost in the night. The lock on the side door leading to the private balcony shows faint scratches—professional work, not the clumsy prying of a common thief.”I pushed the heavy oak door open and stepped inside, the scent of lavender from Scarlett’s preferred candles still lingering in the

Jordan’s POVThe faint click of the latch shattered the fragile silence of the night. I had been pacing the antechamber like a caged wolf, reports of the poisoning scattered across the table, when instinct propelled me forward. No guard had shouted. No alarm had been raised. That alone told me everything.I drew my dagger in one fluid motion and slammed my shoulder into the door to Scarlett’s bedroom just as the masked intruder began to push it open. The force sent him stumbling backward into the corridor, but he recovered with lethal grace. Cloaked in black, face hidden behind a featureless mask, he was a shadow given form.“Guards!” I bellowed, lunging at him.Steel met steel in a sharp clash that echoed off the stone walls. He was fast—faster than any common assassin. His blade whistled past my ear as I twisted, driving my elbow into his ribs. A muffled grunt escaped him, but he countered with a vicious kick that caught my knee. Pain flared, but I ignored it, grabbing his cloak and