When The Moon Hides Her Crown novel Chapter 212

Ronan’s voice was a whisper against my ear, low and gentle, tugging me from sleep with a caress to my cheek I couldn’t resist. My eyelids fluttered open, confusion mixing with a rush of heat. He never woke me up like this. Usually, after a night of sex he would let me linger, letting the morning sun chase away the remnants of our shared madness.

My body still hummed with the memory of his roughness and wildness as if it had only just happened. He hadn’t stopped until he had earned my forgiveness, teasing me in that dirty position like a devil in disguise, daring me with his sinful precision.

“Wake up. Go freshen up,” he murmured, his fingers brushing the curve of my cheek. His expression was different, handsome, soft, almost innocent, a stark contrast to the fire of last night. My heart stuttered at the sight of him.

The clock read 4:50 a.m. Time to face the day. Time to shower.

“Okay,” I breathed, nodding.

A feather–light touch to my lips stopped me.

“I’ll be back,” he said, retreating from the warmth of the blankets.

I watched, entranced, as he slid from the bed. “Where are you going at this hour?” I curiously asked, a spark of something deeper threading through my voice.

He smiled, mischievous, unreadable. “You’ll see soon enough,” he said, leaving me alone with the echo of his presence.

“What is he up to?” I lingered a moment, my pulse still racing, then shook myself free and stepped into the shower. The hot water was comforting, almost cleansing, yet no amount of steam could wash away the memory of him. His scent clung to me stubbornly, a heady mixture of musk and heat that lingered even as I dressed and applied my perfume.

It wasn’t just scent. It was him, the imprint of him, of us. Somehow, our bond had entwined us, leaving traces I couldn’t remove. My body remembered what my mind tried to forget.

Somewhere deep inside, Phina savored it.

With a great mood, I made my way back to my room however as soon as I stepped in I freeze in surprise at what I saw.

“What–what is all of this?” I whispered, eyes widening.

The room had been transformed into something magical, intimate, and utterly romantic. A small floor table was laid out with a variety of foods we never got at the Academy. Two steaming cups of coffee sat ready, and two plush cushions awaited us on either side. The soft morning breeze drifted through the slightly open window, carrying the faint scent of fresh flowers and sunlight, bathing the dimly lit room in a golden glow.

Ronan extended his hand toward me, his usual playful smirk lighting up his face. “Princess, would you like to go on a breakfast date with me?”

Butterflies fluttered wildly in my stomach, and I giggled, feeling my heart leap. “I would love to,” I said, taking

his hand.

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He bent to press a kiss to it, making heat creep up my neck and cheeks, before guiding me to the table. We settled onto the cushions, facing each other, the soft floor beneath us making the moment feel intimate and special.

My eyes roamed over the table with excitement as he placed a mug of coffee in front of me. “Black coffee. No sugar,” he said with a teasing glint in his violet eyes.

I accepted it, our mugs clinking softly. “How did you manage all this?” I asked, curiosity lacing my voice as I took a sip.

Everything on the table was perfectly chosen, my favorites. He had asked me about my likes and dislikes last night, quietly, almost tenderly, before we slept. And now, by morning, it was all here, as if by magic.

“I ordered it all from the outside,” he said, neatly arranging my plate for me.

“Your Beta brought it?” I blinked, trying to piece it together.

He nodded.

I pursed my lips thoughtfully. “He had to run early in the morning for this, didn’t he?”

Ronan smirked. “He was delivering a new pack of…condoms, so he brought all this along. So yes, he did have to run a little.”

I blinked, suddenly aware. “Wait… if he brings condoms for you, does that mean he knows about me?” In an all–boys Academy, it would have been impossible for him not to ask.

Ronan’s smirk deepened, amused. “He’s seen you too. Why are you suddenly shy?”

Heat rushed to my cheeks, and I quickly defended myself, though my voice wavered. “Why would I be shy?” I muttered, taking another sip of my coffee.

He chuckled softly, his gaze warm and intent, before placing the first plate in front of me. “Then let’s eat,” he said.

I nodded eagerly, savoring the first bite. Fishcakes, fries, and roasted potatoes, all foods I’d been craving for days. I bit down, a satisfied hum escaping me. “It’s…so delicious,” I said, squeezing his hand briefly in delight.

A satisfied smile crossed his face, and he finally began to eat too. The room was filled with soft chatter, the occasional laugh, and the quiet intimacy of just the two of us sitting across from each other.

For the first time in three months at the Academy, I felt calm, happy, and completely at ease.

And it was all because of him. Only with him.

“Would you like to try some pasta?” Ronan asked, holding a plate of mixed–sauce pasta. He scooped a spoonful and gently brought it to my lips.

I opened my mouth, my eyes lighting up as I tasted it. “Mmm…it’s so yummy!”

He leaned in and wiped the corner of sauce from my lips with his thumb, then sucked on it slowly, seductively. “Yeah… really delicious,” he murmured.

My heart skipped a beat, and warmth flushed my ears. I quickly lowered my gaze, cheeks burning as I continued eating. Was he always this flirtatious? Wait, I had asked this myself the other day too.

“Yes, he always was,” Phina’s cheerful voice echoed in my mind, making it impossible to hide my smile. Ronan leaned forward on the table, his hand lifting my chin so our eyes met. He pressed his lips to mine in a

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soft, teasing kiss. “We’ve had sex so many times…yet you still blush over something this small, huh?”

Heat surged through my cheeks, and I found myself smiling shyly, caught off guard by his teasing. His lips curled into a matching smile as I leaned closer, returning the kiss. It was gentle, tender, almost shy in its intimacy.

After breaking the kiss, he whispered, his voice low and intimate, “After I finish eating…I’m going to eat you.”

My heart thumped wildly, and I playfully shoved him. “Let’s eat first,” I teased, though my voice betrayed my excitement.

He laughed at my flustered expression and finally returned to his food. I fed him pieces of my fishcake, which he seemed to devour with delight. Soon, we found ourselves eating each other’s food more often than eating

our own.