Spencer's POVSeeing Ivy spread out on the bedsheets, breathless and barely able to form words, is almost enough to make me break my resolve and just fuck her like this. But there’s something so addictive about making her beg. I continue to trace my tongue over her. I know exactly where Ivy wants me to focus, and find endless pleasure in just barely grazing that spot, making her whimper and gasp. She’s so wet she’s dripping onto the floor, and the entire lower half of my face is covered in her sweet taste. I could eat her out forever. “I could get you off whenever you want me to,” I mention to her offhandedly, stopping for just a second to continue to taunt her. “You know what you have to say.” Ivy’s legs, clamped firmly around the sides of my head, tremble. “I–I won’t–” I thrust my tongue into her, and her words dissolve into moans again. “Whenever you want me to,” I say again. “Fuck, Spencer!” Ivy breathes out, clutching my hair tightly. “Fuck, fuck, fuck–” I gradually star
Ivy's POVAs Spencer wraps his arms around me and pulls me onto the bed beside him, I find myself reeling from what just happened between the two of us. I can feel him seeping out of me, a strange warmth pooling out from between my legs, a sticky reminder of what’s just transpired. As the aftershocks roll through me, I look up at Spencer, whose eyes are half-closed as he stares up at the ceiling. Almost subconsciously, he pulls me even closer against his bare chest, and I can hear the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath his skin. We just had sex. We’re not together anymore–Spencer is engaged to Delilah, and if anything, he’s been avoiding me like the plague. But even despite all of that, we just had sex. What does this mean for us? My mouth falls open as I look up at Spencer again, admiring the gentle angles of his face. I want to trace my fingers along his skin, to feel every inch of him. But now that our intimacy has ended, it feels forbidden to touch him in such romantic wa
Spencer's POVAs Ivy speaks, I can feel my heart beginning to warm. “What is it?” Ivy asks, locking eyes with me and tilting her head. She seems confused as I continue to gaze at her. “It–it’s nothing,” I manage to say, breaking eye contact and looking away. The only way I’ve been able to bear not being with Ivy is by avoiding her completely. I’ve been doing everything in my power to make sure our paths don’t cross, because I’ve known that the second the opportunity presented itself, I’d have her back in my arms. Not being with Ivy is agony, but I’ve been able to manage it by keeping her at arm’s length. But listening to her explain her love and passion for Wilson and Sylvia, I can feel all those feelings I’ve been trying to bury claw their way back up. The woman I’ve fallen in love with is kind, warm and gentle. She’d do anything for anyone out of nothing but the goodness of her heart. Despite everything Ivy has been through, she tries to see the world in the best way possible.
Spencer's POVAs I leave Ivy’s bedroom, I can feel my heart racing. I look down at myself, hoping I’ve straightened out my clothing enough not to betray what Ivy and I have done. It was foolish, I know, going against everything I’ve been trying to do. But I saw that fire in her eyes, as we were arguing, then later her gentle sweetness, and I felt the warmth of her body pressed against mine and how could something so wonderful be so wrong? I wish I didn’t want her so badly. Just as I’m about to leave the residential wing of the palace and head over to my family’s conference room, I see Delilah barging towards me, a hurt expression on her face. I suppress the urge to roll my eyes. As she approaches me, Delilah grabs my arm tightly, looking up at me with those wide, innocent eyes I’ve started to truly hate. “Were you really at Ivy’s room just now?” Delilah asks, brow furrowed. “How is that any of your concern?” I ask. “You were supposed to be picking me up so we could go to that
Ivy's POVI’m not sure how long I spend lying in bed and staring at the door Spencer left from. I burrow deeper into the blankets. I don’t know what to do–I don’t know what to do with any of this. I can't have Spencer in my life, but I’m living in his palace and raising his son and he just loves showing up to my room and turning my life upside down. He made me tell him that I’m his. As if he hasn’t made it possible for every passing second of our relationship. I groan, finally bringing myself to crawl out of bed. I shower and do my best to rinse the smell of him from my skin, but his pine-scented cologne lingers on my body, and I can feel every place he touched me crackling with electricity. I do my best to wash Spencer’s sweat from my skin and cleanse him from between my legs. I scrub until my skin is raw and I plaster myself with a hundred different oils but it’s all no use–I’m still acutely aware of all the small ways Spencer has claimed me. Once I’m done in the shower, I dres
Ivy's POVThe day after my brief reconnection with Spencer, I meet up with Sylvia for lunch in the dining hall. She’s beaming as I approach her, looking more full of life and joy than I’ve ever seen her before. Sylvia is positively glowing. The happiness seems to suit her, and I couldn’t be more glad that it does. “Ivy!” She exclaims, standing up from her seat to rush towards me with outstretched arms. “How are you?”“Ah, I’m hanging in there,” I reply as she pulls me into a tight hug. After a few moments, I take a step back, looking Sylvia up and down. “How are you?” “Oh, you know,” Sylvia replies with a giddy grin. “Now that Wilson and I can actually, you know, be together… it’s been incredible. I don’t even know how to begin to explain it. It’s like he’s an entirely different man. Or–no, that’s not quite right. It’s like he’s the best version of himself that he could possibly be.” “Love does that to you,” I say with a half smile. We take our seats. As Sylvia laces her fingers
Ivy's POV“What do you mean he can’t change it anymore?” I slam my hands on the table and lean forward as I ask the question. Sylvaos’ eyes widen, and she looks almost scared of me as she takes in my reaction. As my heart pounds and blood roars in my ears, I realize that it’s Venetia’s fury rushing through my veins, filling me with a primal anger at the idea of Spencer marrying someone else. “Ivy, are–are you okay?” Sylvia asks tentatively. I hesitate, trying to calm myself down. I offer Sylvia half a forced smile and fold my hands over my chest. “I–um.” I let out a heavy breath. “Sorry for… the outburst. It’s just–this whole situation has been really stressful on me, you know. But I’m fine! I’m fine. I just… What do you mean he can’t change it anymore? Like, he’s been trying to change it before?” Sylvia shrugs. “I don’t know. He’s been finicky with the date–Mom has been complaining about it like crazy. He keeps pushing it backwards, saying there’s more stuff that needs to get don
Ivy's POVIt’s been two days since I was late to pick up Jason from his training, and I’ve been wracked with guilt ever since. That’s why I’m seated in the dining hall at precisely twelve o'clock, gaze flickering back and forth tensely, eagerly anticipating Jason’s arrival. I feel like maybe we haven’t been connecting as much lately, ever since I switched off from his training. There’s something to having an established routine with someone, an excuse to see them all the time. I know my situation with Jason isn’t the most conventional, but I still want to be the best mother I can possibly be, and that begins with making the effort to try with him. But the minutes tick by one after the other, and my stomach begins to sink as more and more time passes. Does he hate me? Is this some sort of payback in Jason’s mind? I was late to pick him up from his training, so now he’s going to leave me stuck waiting for him–Finally, more than half an hour past the original meeting time we set, I
Spencer's POVI can feel Elder Jet watching me as the life slowly ebbs from my body, and I want to tear his eyes out. He’s smirking down at me, lips curled into a sickening grin. I grit my teeth as I look up at him. I think I could stand up if I wanted to, maybe land a couple weak blows, maybe draw a bit of blood, but what’s the point? I’d rather save my energy for when I know I’d at least have a fighting chance at getting something done. “Your army is failing,” Elder Jet says to me, crouching down by my side. “Or rather—you failed them, didn’t you? Because you weren’t strong enough, weren’t smart enough, weren’t able to do what needed to be done. I suppose losing Ivy rattled you even more than I would have anticipated, hm?” He chuckles, a bitter, rasping sound. “You can’t even begin to imagine how glorious it feels to get everything you ever wanted so perfectly laid out for you.”I’m still trying to reach out to my centurions, hoping to rally them and their troops to battle. But ag
Spencer's POVElder Jet’s cold laugh chills me to the bone. “My, my, Prince Spencer,” he says smugly. I can see him towering over me, can feel the droplets of my own blood pooling into the ground below me as the silver mist works its way into my skin. “I thought you’d at least be able to put up a better fight than that!” “A prince’s pride is often his own undoing,” comes the witch’s voice, prompting another wave of revulsion to come over me. “So I can’t say I’m particularly surprised.” I let out a ragged cough, droplets of blood splattering out this time. That can’t be good. My chest burns as small drops of silver continue to worm through my skin, and the sizzle of my flesh on fire combined with the iron tang in the back of my throat makes me want to puke. I want to speak, want to form words, but it feels like my vocal chords have been severed and drenched in lighter fluid. Reinforcements. We need reinforcements. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Gamma Everly, Alpha Leo, and
Spencer's POV“I really did try to warn you.” The witch’s words are nonchalant, spoken with a sigh as she tucks the silver spray back into one of the pockets of her dress. She watches Gamma Everly, Alpha Leo, and Wilson carefully as the silver spray begins to take effect. A shiver of revulsion runs through me as I realize what’s happening. Their pained, piercing screams fill the air as they all swat at their skin frantically, as though they’re being stung by a swarm of bees. Those little droplets of silver mist, innocuous and beautiful as they seem, appear to be burrowing into everyone’s skin. I can see little pinpricks of blood running down every inch of exposed flesh–even Gamma Everly, who’s encased almost head to toe in her heavy red armour, has blood on her face as she tries desperately to rub the spray off her face. The smell of overcooked meat fills the air, and my stomach turns. Small wisps of smoke are rising up from the site of everyone’s exposure. Gamma Everly, Alpha Leo,
Spencer's POV“Step away from them!” Gamma Everly’s voice is strong as she levels her sword at the witch’s chest. Even in the pale moonlight, her red armour seems to glow, almost illuminating her in a crimson halo. The blade’s edge is wicked sharp, and even just looking at it makes my skin feel a twinge of sympathetic pain. Her eyes are cruel and hard as diamonds as they bore right through the witch’s skull. But the witch only lets out a calm, melodic laugh as she trails her fingers along the sides of the small silver bottle she’s just procured. Alpha Leo and Wilson exchange concerned looks as they stand behind Gamma Everly, prepared to back her up the moment she needs it. “Gamma Everly, please don’t be so foolish,” the witch says with a sneer. “And tell those men to stand down, too. Ivy and Spencer are dying. There’s nothing you can do to save them. I can take you down in an instant if I want to, but I figure I should do you the courtesy of sparing you that pain now.” “Not a chan
“I love you.”Ivy’s final words to me ring in my ears like gunshots. I hold her close, I kiss her forehead softly, I do everything I can think to do because I can feel her slipping away. Her body is so small in my arms, so frail, and I can tell I’m losing her, and then–Ivy’s strange, dreamed-up world flickers in and out of view, alternating between the woods and the battlefield outside of the barracks. All at once, she’s not in my arms. I don’t know where she is, but I’m lying on bloodstained grass and I can hear the fighting all around me and my throat feels like it’s on fire. I’m awake now. This isn’t a dream. It hits me all at once, the crushing weight of realization–if we’re not inside Ivy’s mind anymore, if we’re not intertwined in that beautiful place where we could avoid the rest of the world, that must mean Ivy wasn’t able to sustain the connection for any longer than she did. And considering the poison she’d swallowed, considering the undeniable consequence of that…She’s
Ivy's POVIt takes me a good couple of moments to realize I’m not dead. Death, I’d always imagined, would be cold. Distant. Disconnected–and that’s only if I’m aware of anything at all. But as my eyes slowly open and I continue to hear the overwhelming cacophony of war all around me, it slowly dawns on me that I’m not, in fact, dead. The pain hits me a couple moments later. In my mind, it had been a nagging sort of reminder. But all at once, my throat is burning like it’s been doused with acid once more, and blood keeps dribbling down my lips. The overpowering iron taste is enough to make me want to throw up, but I do my best to hold it back. The feeling of bile against my already-shredded throat would no doubt push my already-excruciating agony to new, unimaginable heights. I’m trembling from head to toe. My entire body feels weak and limb, barely within my control. It’s hard to feel much of anything beyond the pain, really. How am I alive? I should be dead. ‘Hang in there, Ivy
Ivy's POV“Loving you is the best thing I ever did.” Spencer’s hands in mine are soft and warm and reassuring. He feels like coming home. Like relaxing. Like finally letting myself feel peace. I look at him, and my heart flutters. He’s going to be the last thing I ever see, and I couldn’t have chosen a better view. “Thank you for telling me,” I say to Spencer. It feels as though a weight has been lifted from my shoulders. I’m almost ashamed to admit it, but for so long, I’ve been clinging to the notion that Spencer left me because he wanted to. Because he could. “I wanted to tell you sooner,” Spencer admits. “There were so many times… but then there would be people around, or Delilah would interrupt me, or–did you know she told me she’d explain the whole situation to you herself, so no one would be suspicious and think the engagement was false? That was her entire reason for me to keep it a secret! All so the rest of the world would believe that Delilah was my mate, not you.” I
Spencer's POVIvy and I are lying in the grass, and as time continues to pass in this stolen in-between, I can tell her mind is racing a thousand miles a minute. I roll over so I’m facing her. I could spend a lifetime admiring Ivy–her soft, sculpted features, her beautiful blue eyes as endless as oceans, the way her auburn hair spills over her shoulders. When I'm this close to her, when we’re almost face-to-face, I can see faded freckles splashed across her cheeks like constellations. She’s a work of art. Her gaze is fixed on the sky up above, lips parted ever so slightly, hands clasped over her chest. And she’s completely, utterly lost in thought. I reach over and grab one of Ivy’s hands. She jolts ever so slightly at the touch, then looks over and smiles distantly at me. I furrow my brow. “What’s on your mind?” I ask her. “It seems so silly to bring up now,” Ivy mumbles. “Don’t worry about it, please.” I tilt my head, looking her over once more. I’m trying to etch every last
Spencer's POVMy only regret is that I didn’t have a proper ring to give her. I know the ring I would have used to propose to Ivy, had I had the chance. The ring that’s been in my family for generations. The one with decades of history behind it, that would have symbolized her place as my future queen. If Ivy and I ever got the opportunity, that would be the ring I offered to her. But as I kneel on the grass, feeling the dew slowly soak through the fabric of my pants, and reach into my back pocket, I’ve still got a ring for her. “Ivy,” I say softly. Her voice is a prayer on my lips. “You are the most courageous, brave, incredible, and beautiful girl that I’ve ever known. You’re the love of my life and the only thing that matters to me. I want nothing more than to–to spend the rest of my life with you…” I look away, the words beginning to choke me up, but return my gaze to her as I press on. “I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with you and make you my Queen.” “Sp