Spencer's POV“Does holding the wedding in a week work for you?” I look up at my mother in surprise. “Wait, did you hear me–”“I don’t care if your wedding is real or not,” the queen replies. “Goodness, Spencer. No royal weddings ever are. We don’t marry for love, we marry for duty. You think your father hasn’t taken lovers over the course of our marriage? Or even myself? You don’t have to commit to Delilah in every sense of the word, just enough for our agenda to be fulfilled.” I stare up at my mother in shock. Is this what royal weddings are supposed to be? The broken promises? The lies?If Ivy and I ever get married–and I really hope we get the chance to–our wedding won’t be like that. Our marriage won’t either. We’ll build something strong and true, able to withstand the stress and wear of time. I’d build us such a good life together, if only we get the chance. I need our enemies to be gone. I need Ivy to be safe. I need everything to be the way it should be. “So,” my mother
Ivy's POVAs Jason and I sit down for dinner, I decide that this is going to be my chance to get to know my son. After all, everything has been so hectic lately–from bringing him to the palace to the ordeal he went through at the hands of the palace staff, and then his recovery time in the hospital. And after that, I’ve only really been able to spend time with him in a group. We haven’t had the chance to chat one-on-one yet. “Do you like mutton pie?” I ask Jason as we sit down in the dining hall. “I heard that’s what the kitchen staff are serving today.”“I’ve never had it before,” Jason replies, picking at a napkin. “Can I have French fries?”I chuckle lightly. “Oh, I’m sure we can get you some French fries.”We fall into a momentary silence. I’m briefly lost in thought, still rattled by my altercation with Spencer. The feeling of his hands on my body even as I told him to stop is a bitter thing to remember. But I shake the thoughts away quickly, refocusing on Jason and smiling.
Ivy's POVI do my best to explain my situation with Spencer to Jason. It’s a surprisingly quick conversation–after all, Spencer and I are mates, and his royal status does make things complicated. So just saying Spencer and I have some technicalities to work out is close enough to the truth. Jason and I finish our meals quickly, exchanging stories from our early childhoods. By the end of the dinner, our faces both hurt from smiling. I look at Jason proudly, happy with the time I’ve been able to spend with my son. “Did you end up liking the mutton pie after all?” I ask, standing up and leaving the table. “It was yummy,” Jason replies, grinning. “But French fries are still better.”I laugh. “I’m sure. Can I walk you back to your room?”“That’d be good,” Jason says quietly. I look down to see that he’s already reached his hand out to me in a clear invitation to hold it. My heart warms a little at the sight. I’m not alone in this palace. No matter how things go with Spencer, Jason and
Ivy's POV“Can I go back to my room now?” I look down at Jason in shock, surprised to see that he’s walked up to me. He tucks his hand in mine and looks around for a moment before deciding there’s nothing to be worried about. The boy yawns widely, then rubs his eyes. “I’m sleepy,” he mutters. I smile weakly, trying to shake myself from the terrible tangle of thoughts clawing their way around my brain. None of this is Jason’s fault–a child shouldn’t have to deal with the emotional burden of my problems. “Of course,” I tell him gently. “Let’s get you to bed now.” I lead Jason to his room. When I open the door, it’s neater and tidier than most young boy’s rooms would be–clearly, the maids have been doing their work well. Good. I hope Jason doesn’t forgive any of them until he feels truly ready.“What do you do to get ready for bed?” I ask Jason as he takes his shoes off. “Pajamas, toothbrush, goodnight,” he replies, rushing over to the clothes laid out on his bed. I lean in the
Ivy's POVAt the sight of Delilah, I don’t know what to feel. When she sees me, her eyes widen, and her mouth falls open. Her gaze darts back and forth, face ever so slightly flushed. Delilah certainly seems guilty. It brings me right back to everything that happened with Erick and Veronica–a friend that I thought cared about me, and a man I thought was the love of my life. I suppose I always knew, in the back of my mind, that Delilah had a crush. But I thought it was harmless. I never thought she’d ever actually act on it. And I can’t believe Spencer would go along with any of it. “Delilah!” I exclaim awkwardly. “I was just–um, I was heading back to my room for the night. While I’ve got you here, I was wondering… I’ve been hearing these rumors–” I let out a fake chuckle, resenting myself for my clumsiness. “Total nonsense of course. But rumor has it you and Spencer are engaged. What could this possibly be about?”Delilah averts her gaze, and my stomach plummets. “I’m really s
Ivy’s POVMy Alpha fiancé is having sex with my best friend, in my room, on the day I'm supposed to become his Luna.For just a moment, I stand frozen in the doorway, staring at them. My fiancé Erick is still mostly clothed, save for the dress pants bunched around his knees, and my best friend Veronica’s skirt is bunched up at the hip as he thrusts into her roughly from behind. Erick’s got one arm wrapped around her waist, and he holds her tight as he fucks her. Veronica’s eyes are squeezed shut in pleasure, and she’s clearly enjoying herself–Erick has to clamp a hand around her mouth just to keep her from moaning. And they’re fucking on my bed. Somehow that’s the biggest insult of them all. “What are you doing?” I shout, snapping out of my shock and bursting into the room. My wedding dress nearly trips me up, and my cheeks burn as I confront the pair. Erick laughs cruelly. He doesn’t even have the decency to pull out–his hips snap lazily, thrusting in and out of Veronica as she c
Ivy’’s POVI’ve spent every day since my father’s death in excruciating pain. “Please!” I sob out desperately as a Thunderclaw warrior lashes a whip against my skin. I barely register the feeling at this point, I’ve become so used to it. They’ve whipped me relentlessly every day since my wedding went so dreadfully awry. My skin is made of little pieces of cracked flesh at this point. The sticky feeling of blood coating my body is inescapable. I feel like I’m coming undone.And after what happened to my father, I don’t think I’d mind if they finish me off once and for all. The Thunderclaw warrior raises the whip again, smiling evilly. Just as it’s about to hit me, a cold voice cuts through the room.“Stop,” Erick says smoothly, striding into my dungeon cell. I’m imprisoned in my own pack house’s dungeon. As if my humiliation could become even worse. The warrior lowers the whip. “Leave us,” Erick commands.The warrior bows his head once, then leaves the dungeon.It’s just the two
Ivy’s POVI sit naked in the bathtub as the Omega maid scrubs my skin pink, staring straight ahead. It’s Veronica and Erick’s wedding day–the day they’ve chosen to solidify my final humiliation. The maid gives me one last scrub, hauls me out of the water, wraps me in a towel, and dabs rose oil onto my skin. Wordlessly, she drags me towards my miserable rotting mattress of a bed, where a lacy bra and skimpy miniskirt have been laid out for me. I stare at the clothing in shock. “Where’s the rest of it?”The maid shakes her head sadly.My stomach plummets. The maid starts to dress me, and I struggle at first, but it’s no use. When the maid is done stuffing me into my clothes–little more than underwear, really–I look into the rusty old mirror before me. As I’m distracted by the plunging scooped neckline of the bra, the maid clamps shackles around my wrists and ankles. Even though I’ve already lost touch with my inner wolf thanks to the wolfsbane, it’s not enough.Veronica never misses