All Chapters of His Chosen Queen Luna: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Sadie’s POVWhat the?!My eyes flew open wide as the bold, intoxicating taste and scent of red wine invaded all my senses. I could smell it, taste it, feel it.It was the same scent from last night. I was in utter shock! His lips stayed pressed against mine, hot and titillating. But I didn’t want to kiss him. I couldn’t believe this was happening! This was my first kiss! My first kiss ever…and it was with my fiancé’s uncle!Before I could fully process the gravity of that kiss, his strong hands gripped my hips. Effortlessly, he lifted me off the ground. With a forceful grip, he spread my legs and positioned them around his waist. I instinctively reached out and wrapped my arms around his neck to keep myself from falling.He was holding me now, my back pressed up against the wall, my arms around his neck.For a brief moment, my body was on fire, every nerve ignited by the sweet sensation of red wine. But the moment I realized my legs were clamped tightly around his waist, a wave of e

Sadie’s POVThe flavorful meat flooded my mouth. I was so hungry and it tasted like pure heaven. I glanced over at Prince Griffin though, his eyes scanning the pages of his book, and couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sadness. I knew I should feel grateful. After all, I finally had food. Prince Griffin had arranged all this for me, knowing I was starving. He’d even snuck the meal into my bedroom. Even if he had done it purely out of a sense of obligation, I should be appreciative. At least I wouldn’t have to go to bed hungry tonight.But instead of gratitude and relief, an inexplicable ache settled into my chest. It wasn't something I could easily put into words, but the bittersweet feeling dulled my appetite. I no longer wanted the juicy roast meat and colorful vegetables, even though my stomach was still empty. I began picking at the food slowly, moving the roasted broccoli around on my plate with my fork.Prince Griffin glanced up at me occasionally from his book but he didn’t rus

Sadie’s POV“Where’s Maid Celeste?” I asked, eyeing the maid cautiously. She bowed her head, gave an awkward little curtsey, then came forward. She fiddled with her skirt in a nervous manner as she spoke.“Head Maid Celeste had other matters to attend to. She assigned me to assist you.” Her voice was shaky and her eyes held a worried look, as though she was expecting some sort of cruel reaction from me.“That’s perfectly fine. Come,” I said, waving her over. I didn’t care who took my measurements – as long as it wasn’t Prince Griffin. The feel of his hands on my hips flashed through my mind. The heat of his chest. His cold, intense eyes.I pushed the thought from my head. I would think about that later, when I had more time to sort it all out in my head.The maid approached me and I stood from the bed. She helped me undress, diligently placing my dress on the bed. Then she took out the measuring tape from her pocket.I cooperated with the maid while she measured me. She wrapped the ta

Sadie’s POVI was sandwiched between two maids, one on each side. Any hope of escape was out of the question. The car sped along down a dark road, away from the palace, away from anyone who could save me.I had no idea how much time had passed when the car finally came to a halt. The sky outside was pitch black. The maids flung open the car doors and dragged me out of the vehicle. An overwhelming stench hit my nose, making her stomach churn. I gagged against the tape on my mouth. The maids only laughed derisively.I glanced around quickly, taking in my surroundings. We were in a narrow alleyway, bordered by high walls, giving the impression of a hidden, secretive entrance.If I could get away from the maids, maybe I could bolt down the alleyway and find help. But then I remember the chains around my feet. My heart filled with despair. I couldn’t run. And besides, the maids would never let me escape. They were under Princess Delilah’s strict orders and I knew now first-hand how terrify

Sadie’s POVI’d only been at the action house for two days, but it felt like an eternity. The days had been filled with torture so cruel and violent, it was like I was living in my own personal, real-life nightmare.I gingerly rubbed a fresh welt on my arm. Even the gentle touch of my fingers made it pulsate with pain. My entire body was covered in lash marks, each one a raw testament to the punishment I’d endured.Without my wolf, my injuries couldn’t heal. I felt fragile and exposed. Every time I took a breath, a sharp pain radiated from my ribs. I suspected that at least one of them was broken.I began coughing violently just as the door creaked open. The air was damp and moldy and it settled in on my lungs, causing my chest to rattle when I inhaled deeply.The man strolled in, carrying a tray of food. He approached me and an acrid, rancid stench accosted my nose. I furled my face in disgust, wondering what could possibly be causing such an awful smell, when I glanced down at the t