Ivy's POVWhen I hear Spencer’s voice calling me down the hallway, for a moment I think it’s just my imagination.But suddenly, a wave of unease sweeping over me, I turn my head to see Spencer and Sylvia standing just a couple paces away from my cell. Sylvia is hovering a couple steps behind Spencer, shrinking back against the wall. For some reason, the moment she sees me, her eyes widen in horror and fear. “Spencer!” I call out excitedly, beaming at the sight of him. When I lock eyes with him, though, I realize there isn’t a trace of love in his eyes–all I can see is pure anger. My heart plummets.His gaze, sharp as an arrow, is locked onto me and Alpha Leo. I quickly realize that, with the way I’m standing next to Alpha Leo, along with the angle Spencer is standing at, from his perspective it must look like I’m pressed up against Alpha Leo’s chest.And his shirt is barely more than threads. At this point, he’s almost entirely shirtless. A chill sweeps over me as I take in the wa
Ivy's POVAs Spencer carries me out of the dungeon and through the palace halls, I can see Sylvia following behind me anxiously. From my position slung over Spencer’s shoulder, the world is mostly upside-down and blurry, but I’m still able to make out the familiar frame of Spencer’s door. He twists it open without a second thought and is just about to head in when Princess Sylvia grabs his arm.“Wait!” She exclaims frantically. “Spencer, what are you going to do to Ivy?”“That’s none of your business,” Spencer replies coldly. “Leave now.” “But–”Spencer cuts her off quickly, turning to the guards. “Don’t let anyone in,” he commands sharply. My heart starts to race. Princess Sylvia’s question rattles around my brain–what is he going to do to me?What could he do to me? “Spencer, you can’t hurt her! She–”I can’t hear the end of Princess Sylvia’s sentence before Spencer slams the door shut. He walks over to the bed quickly and tosses me down onto the cushiony blanketsI land with a
Ivy's POVAs Spencer continues to caress and kiss me gently, I push him away suddenly. “Wait,” I say breathlessly. I can feel the dungeon lingering on my skin–the feeling of dirt and grime, the smell of sweat and hopelessness. “I want to take a shower first.”Spencer frowns, but he doesn’t say no. Instead, he quickly sweeps his arms underneath me and lifts me from the bed. Wordlessly, he carries me to the bathroom. The feeling of being lifted up sends an instinctive jolt through my body, considering how angry he was when he carried me to his room mere minutes ago, but I try to convince myself everything is fine. I wrap my arms tightly around his neck, worried about falling. I can feel Spencer’s heart fluttering in his ribcage. His heartbeat is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard. When we walk into the bathroom, I think for a moment that he’s going to set me down. But keeping his arm wrapped around my waist, he slips my dress off. I gasp as Spencer presses me against the cool
Ivy's POVAfter spending an excruciating amount of time carefully washing my body, Spencer carries me out of the bathroom and tosses me onto the bed.The moment my back hits the blankets, Spencer is on me. He pins me to the bed and starts to kiss me passionately. His tongue slips into my mouth, and my heart starts to race, but then I remember everything that happened earlier. My eyes snap open, and I press my palms firmly against his strong chest, doing my best to push him away. Spencer breaks the kiss to let out a low chuckle. He catches my delicate wrists in one hand and easily pins them both together, quickly subduing me. I let out a frustrated huff and glare up at him as I draw my leg back and attempt to kick him. With his free hand, though, Spencer manages to grab my ankle and hold me down. “Asshole!” I breathe out, looking up into Spencer’s eyes.The crackling desire I see there clearly mirrors my own. Spencer’s large, warm hand, slightly calloused from years of handling wea
Ivy's POV“You jerk!”I look up at Spencer in surprise, trying to push him away again, but he’s quick to grab my hand. We both know my attempts to push him away are futile anyways. He brings my hand to his lips and kisses every fingertip tenderly, gazing at me with adoring–if also amused–eyes. Spencer continues to thrust into me as he presses a gentle kiss against my cheek. “Do you want me, baby?”My mouth falls open, and I try to formulate the words, but I keep coming up blank. I’m still embarassed by Spencer’s blunt words just moments ago. Squeeze him?I know it shouldn’t be a shock considering what we’re doing right now, but it certainly still caught me off guard. I’m still seeling from it when suddenly, Spencer speeds up again. Every thrust is perfectly angled , making me grip the bedsheets tighter and tighter. My eyes nearly roll back into my head as I start to moan louder and louder. “Fuck, please, just like that–” I cry out. “You feel so good for me, Ivy,” Spencer breathes
Ivy's POVSpencer and I are tangled up in the bedsheets, slowly cooling down together. His fingers stroke my shoulders gently, a soft, soothing motion that tugs at my heartstrings. Spencer kisses my body tirelessly as I breathe in and out, trying to pull my thoughts together. I’m still reeling from the waves of pleasure that swept through me, and it’s taking all my effort not to slip into slumber pressed against Spencer’s warm, reassuring body. As Spencer leans over me to kiss my forehead, my hands skim his back, and suddenly he lets out a sharp hiss of pain. My eyes widened. I sit up straight and look at Spencer’s back, and my heart drops. Now that all his injuries from the battle have been cleaned in the shower, his wounds are no longer mixed with grime–the deep cuts on his skin are fully exposed, revealing raw, red flesh that’s shocking to behold. It’s obvious that he hasn’t received any sort of medical attention for his injuries. “Oh my goodness, Spencer!” I cry out, pulling
Ivy's POV“You look beautiful.”I look up at Spencer with a grateful smile, fiddling with the long, flowing sleeve of my red dress. “You don’t look so bad yourself,” I say, admiring Spencer’s elegant black suit. His pocket square matches my dress exactly. “Unfortunately, considering it’s my family, this banquet is going to be dreadful no matter how dashing we look,” Spencer says with a long sigh. I laugh. “Oh, I’m sure it won’t be that bad. Let’s go.”Spencer reaches for my hand and squeezes it tightly as he leads me out of the room and into the hallway. Together, we walked to a wing of the palace that I’ve never seen before. We stop in front of a large set of double doors, a guard standing on either side. When they see Spencer, they both bow deeply before simultaneously drawing the doors open. Spencer looks at me reassuringly as we walk into the banquet hall. My sleek silver heels click on the marble floor with every step as Spencer and I approach our seats hand in hand. The Lyca
Ivy's POV“From here on out, Delilah will be Prince Spencer’s fiancée.”I feel like I’m in shock, the words replaying in my mind over and over again. I can hear a faint ringing in my ears, can feel the start of a headache splitting the base of my skull. Spencer’s fiancée?How is this possible? Judging by the stunned, angry expression on Spencer’s face, he’s every bit as shocked as I am.“Spencer can’t marry Delilah!” Princess Sylvia blurts out, looking at the queen with an expression of surprise that mirrors my own. “Ivy is Spencer’s mate, and the two of them share a special bond that can never be broken.”At Sylvia’s reminder of the Blood Oath Ceremony, I feel somewhat reassured. She’s right–Spencer and I share something that no one else could ever share with him. No one can take that from us.But even still, I’m terrified of losing him. The Lycan Queen glares daggers at me from across the room. “A she-wolf without a wolf has no right to become the Prince’s Luna,” she declares. Th
Spencer’s POVAs soon as I pass the threshold of the Lycan Kingdom, I hear a frantic message from Captain Leo echoing in my mind. ‘–and they’re here!’ Comes the call, which has surely been repeating over and over again for ages now, if I’m hearing it as soon as I’m able. Captain Leo’s voice is frantic and desperate. ‘Please, Your Majesty, we have to get this under control. We need you here.’ I grit my teeth and keep my gaze peeled on the road ahead. We’re on our way to the palace now, to deliver the antidote to Ivy and whoever else may need it, but we’re still a matter of minutes away at least. ‘We’re in the kingdom now,’ I assure him. ‘Who’s here?’‘The rest of Elder Jet’s rebels, Your Majesty. It seems they were waiting for you to leave.’ I scowl in displeasure as I watch the scenery continue to blur around us. Of course that was the witch’s final plan, coward that she was. To poison my wife and lure me out to the middle of nowhere knowing how desperate I’d be to cure her… It’s
Ivy’s POVAs I lay in the quarantine room, I can feel the growing sickness continuing to spread through my body. Alongside all the typical postpartum symptoms, which would be horrendous enough on their own, the burning is horrible in its unrelentingness. The pain meds feel more like an empty consolation than anything else now. I’m more fatigued than I’ve ever felt before, but I can’t bring myself to fall asleep, because the agony simmering just beneath my skin is impossible to ignore. Am I being punished for something? ‘What am I going to do?’ I ask Venetia hopelessly. There’s no one else to talk to but her. ‘You’ll pull through,’ Venetia assures me, though I can hear the reluctance in her tone. ‘You heard the rumours–Spencer is out there right now, searching desperately for a cure! He loves you. He’s not going to let you die. You matter too much to him.’ I chuckle bitterly. ‘At a certain point, it doesn’t matter how much he doesn’t want me to die. I’ll die or I won’t.’ Venetia
Spencer’s POVAs my claws tear through the ice-cold flesh of the witch’s body, a bloodcurdling scream suddenly pierces the air. With a fierce cry, the witch tries to wrench herself from my grasp, but she only succeeds in dragging her body along my claws, worsening her own injuries. Blood splatters on the ground and onto my paws. It doesn’t feel like blood normally does, though–it’s cold like freshwater and feels oddly slick, almost oily. I pull my lips back over my teeth and growl viciously, searching for the witch’s neck in this darkness. “You beast!” The witch wails like a banshee. I can see her eyes glinting reflectively like a cat’s in the darkness. As we hit the ground, one of her antlers breaks and falls off. “Do you have any idea how powerful I am? You don’t have the faintest whisper of a chance against me, you brute–” I curl my claws inward, deepening the wounds further, and the witch lets out another ragged scream. Suddenly, the darkness in the room all seems to slither t
Spencer’s POV“Run!” My warning to Alpha Fierro echoes through the darkened office seemingly unheard. As the shadows continue to creep around my field of vision, obscuring everything from view, my heart thuds in my chest. Never before had I been scared of an enemy until encountering the witch. I shift fluidly into my wolf form, powerful arms and legs rippling with muscles, fangs and teeth sharp as daggers. My growl is a low, warning rumble in the base of my throat. Despite my heightened sentences as I continue to peer ahead, ears trained to detect the slightest sense of movement, I still have no idea where the witch is. “Reveal yourself, coward!” I shout, my voice echoing through the room. “You betray your honour by slinking around in the shadows.” The witch’s laugh, low and melodious, fills the air. There’s a haunting coldness to it. “Honour is a werewolf construct,” she says. “And it’s so unlike a proud, foolish warrior to consider it a cowardly action to win a battle with intel
Ivy’s POVThe longer I stay in the hospital bed, the more I can feel myself beginning to crumble. The pain is ceaseless in its intensity, great waves of agony that crash over me without letting up for even a second. I can’t scream, can’t cry, can’t move. I’ve given up on trying to call in any of the nurses when the flareups get too bad–all they’ll do is look at me sadly, scared of doing anything to make me worse, scared of simply standing by and watching the queen die. There’s an IV flowing an endless stream of pain medication into my veins, which is helping somewhat, but it’s not enough. All I can do is feel this. Until it kills me, I suppose. I have no idea where Spencer is–after he rushed out of my room unexpectedly like that, he never came back. I’ve heard some whispers floating around the hospital about a great escapade, about the looming creep of a plague sweeping through the kingdom. If it really is a plague, I hope more than anything that Tala didn’t catch it from me. If
Spencer’s POV“Alpha Fierro, I need you to focus up.” The words are harsh as they leave my mouth, but I’m not trying to be malicious, although it’s true that things desperately need to get moving. The longer I spend in the Sunclash pack, the more on edge I feel. Every wall in sight feels like it’s closing in on me, and I can feel the sickness permeating the air. There’s a heaviness to this place now, an endless sense of dread. I have a feeling that this ground will carry the weight of all its deaths for a long, long time. “Scour the office for anything that seems out of place,” I say. “If your Beta was in charge of the pack in your absence, it’s likely that he was the one putting any preventative measures into place. He may have tried to find a cure–hopefully there are signs somewhere around here.” I look down at the man’s corpse, the papers clutched in his fist and the expression of profound horror on his face. “I read his reports. He seems to have been a confident, driven man. I’
Spencer’s POV‘I think a considerable number of people managed to leave, contaminated or not.’ The longer Beta Wilson’s words echo through my mind, the more I begin to realize the scale of the potential disaster we might have on our hands. Where would any contaminated werewolves go? To the surrounding packs, most likely, and from there, the plague could spread from pack to pack to pack endlessly, ultimately becoming a worldwide pandemic…I whirl around to look at Alpha Fierro. “What was your relationship with other packs like?” I ask him urgently. “If any of your pack members were to turn up there looking for help, would they receive it?” “Probably, yeah,” Alpha Fierro says. “We tended to keep things as peaceful as possible. Unless there was very clearly something wrong going on, no one would have any reason to turn any of our members away.” I curse silently under my breath. “Keep heading towards the pack house,” I tell Alpha Fierro, already starting to walk away from him and back
Spencer’s POVMost of my skin has already been covered by my day clothes, but in the few places I’m not, I can feel the hazmat suit’s crinkly plastic resting against me uncomfortably. I shudder as the plastic continues to shift. It clings uncomfortably to my skin and is far from stealthy, causing a loud rumpling sound to ring out with every step. I’d hoped that we could carry out this surveillance with at least the slightest bit of stealth and decorum, but as the entire haphazard team of us begins to make our way into the Sunclash pack, it becomes more and more evident that that’s just not going to happen. Through the suit’s bulbous plastic dome, I make eye contact with Doctor Danbury, clearly far from amused. She purses her lips, and I can see my own frustration mirrored on her face as we continue to lug equipment around. “I know,” she says, coming up to walk beside me. “Believe me, I hate the suits too. Easily one of my least favourite parts of this job. But whatever wiped this p
Spencer’s POVAs we all sit in the back of a sleek, high-speed limo, I can’t help but feel thick tendrils of dread curling throughout my stomach. Every second I spend away from Ivy feels like I could be missing her final moments, and the fear over what could happen to her is making me sick. “The hazmat suits will be uncomfortable,” Doctor Danbury warns, holding up a hideous yellow baggy bodysuit. The plastic crinkles under her touch. “And the tanks on the back are going to poke weirdly. It’s no fun to wear, I know. But we still don’t quite know the extent of the toxicity of the environment we’re about to enter, so right now, safety is of the utmost importance. It’s possible that we’ll be able to take the suits off once I’ve run a couple tests and deemed the area safe, but I have no idea yet.” “Whatever it is, it seems to be highly contagious,” Alpha Fierro says somberly. Doctor Danbury nods. “The last thing we want to do is bring an uncontained plague back to the Lycan Kingdom, so