Ivy's POVAt those words, Gamma Everly breaks down into full-on sobbing, heart wrenching cries of emotional agony that make my heart twist. “Hey,” I say softly, rubbing her back. “It–it’s okay. It’s alright. It wasn’t your fault. He’d gone crazy by the end of everything, remember? He drank those red potions willingly. He was ready to kill everyone present. I’m so sorry he was your mate, but you did what you had to do.” “He wasn’t my mate by the time I killed him,” Gamma Everly says softly. “I rejected him before we met on the battlefield that final day.” “What?” I blink, stunned. “What happened?” “While I was out with Prince Spencer’s camp, I launched a scouting party into the borders of the enemy territory,” Gamma Everly explains in a wavering voice. “During that mission, I ran into Alpha Jameson, and I just… I knew. And I was horrified. We met up, several days later. Just the two of us. He told me that, once he’d torn apart the Lycan Royal Family, he would make me a queen. He to
Ivy's POV“Oh, Gamma Everly,” I say softly. It breaks my heart to think that, because of everything she’s been through, she still thinks so lowly of herself. She’s such a strong, confident, wonderful person. She doesn’t deserve to think the Moon Goddess would curse her with something so horrible as a destiny to inevitably kill each of her mates. I believe that, with just a little bit of effort, she could make things work if she really wanted to. It would just take her being willing to try. “Well, forget about Alpha Jameson,” I say quickly, brushing him aside with ease. He never could have deserved her anyways. “What about Alpha Leo? What do you think about him? What have you noticed?” Gamma Everly shrugs. She looks as though she’s straining for answers she doesn’t quite know how to reach. “How am I supposed to know the first thing about him?” She says quietly. “When I met him on the battlefield that first time… well, I barely noticed him, if I’m being honest. But that’s because
Ivy's POVAs I approach the guards holding Alpha Leo in the dungeon tunnels, they look surprised to see me. “Miss Ivy,” one says. “When should we be bringing Alpha Leo to Prince Spencer?” A jolt of fear runs through me. No–Spencer’s involvement would ruin everything. A bitter chill hits me as I remember what happened the last time Spencer caught me getting involved with Alpha Leo’s matters. He attacked Alpha Leo without taking even a moment to understand the situation, which is exactly the last thing I need right now. “I’ll be bringing him myself,” I tell the guards, wrapping my hand around Alpha Leo’s arm. “I’ve gotten word that Gamma Everly and I are supposed to be the ones transporting him. Is that understood?” The other guard tilts her head. “Miss Ivy, this is really quite atypical–”“Take it up with Spencer later,” I reply, bluffing boldly as I start to tug Alpha Leo along. By now he’s woken up. He scowls at me as I drag him through the tunnels. “You,” he spits. “How did you
Ivy's POVAs I stare at Gamma Everly and Alpha Leo as they sit against the wall holding each other, a strange sense of hopelessness comes over me. I feel guilty for the feeling–after all, right now is supposed to be about Gamma Everly and Alpha Leo. They’re the ones who’ve ended up in this insurmountable situation. But things have started to relax now–it seems like all the escaped prisoners have been captured or killed. Alpha Leo’s location isn’t unknown anymore. I don’t need to fight, don’t need to run, and in these moments of stillness I can feel all the exhaustion starting to weigh me down. Gamma Everly rests her head gently on Alpha Leo’s shoulder and draws in a slow, forcibly relaxed breath. I can tell she’s trying to make herself believe that the threat is behind her. Gamma Everly and Alpha Leo are sworn enemies. They’re second chance mates fighting on opposing sides of a brutal war. Hell–they’re not just on opposing sides. They’re powerful, influential figures to their cause
Spencer's POVI’m making my way through the rows of newly-captured prisoners when a pair of guards suddenly approach me with frightened, wide-eyed expressions on their faces. I frown at them, tearing my gaze away from the beaten, unconscious prisoner on the floor of a cell. “Any word on Alpha Leo?” I ask the guards, the same words I’ve been saying to every guard I’ve seen since the start of this whole debacle. One of the guards, a wispy man with a slender mustache, trembles. “How did you know?” How did you know? So there is news. “It’s all anyone’s been talking about, idiot,” the other guard–a short man with an eyepatch–cuts in, hissing lowly. “Silence, fools!” I snap. “What do you know about Alpha Leo’s whereabouts?” The man with the eyepatch averts his gaze. “We saw him with Miss Ivy, Your Highness,” he says. “They were fighting–she managed to apprehend him. She had him pinned down by the time we got to him, had us tie him up and handcuff him. He was out cold.” An icy sense
Ivy's POVWhen I hear Spencer’s thunderous roar echo down the dungeon tunnels, I can feel my blood run cold. I turn around, heart racing and breath coming quick. When my eyes meet Spencer’s cool, endless gaze, I feel like I’m drowning. A deep, powerful rage is burning within him. The sort of rage that drives men mad–that causes them to topple empires and tear apart the world. I know it’s an awful thing to think about your own mate, but I’m terrified of what he could do like this. It’s not even that Spencer has an expression of anger right now. It’s an energy that crackles around him, fierce and undeniable, powerful and all-consuming. Most of that anger seems to be directed at Alpha Leo, who tenses up at the sight of Spencer. But a shred of that anger is also being directed at me, and I feel the smallest I’ve ever felt in my entire life. The entire world seems to be balancing on a knife’s edge as Spencer’s ruthlessly bladed gaze shifts from me to Alpha Leo. Spencer narrows his ey
Spencer's POVI hear the warning howl only moments before I feel claws digging into my shoulders. The claws have been carefully sheathed–whoever is attacking me doesn’t seem to want to hurt me. Yet. But in my surprise, I drop Alpha Leo. His body crumbles to the ground as I whirl around to face my aggressor, fists raised in a combat stance. I don’t know who I was expecting to see, but as I look up at a large white wolf, I feel as though my heart is breaking. “Ivy?” I ask in shock. The wolf’s paws are still on my shoulders, and I desperately want to be wrong. How could it be Ivy? Why would it be Ivy? She wouldn’t attack me, she wouldn’t do anything to restrain me–And yet. I can feel the joints of my fingers aching as thick blood drips down my knuckles. I wish I could somehow convince myself that the wolf pulling me away from Alpha Leo isn’t Ivy, but those are her eyes. I’ve spent ages gazing into Ivy’s eyes–I’d be a fool not to recognize them. And after everything we went throu
Ivy's POV“Well, I’m glad the truth has finally come out about the man you abandoned our relationship for.” Spencer’s words echo through my brain, and I can’t help but gape up at him in disbelief. As we’re arguing, Spencer looks downright frightening–he’s towering tall above me, easily twice my weight and sculpted from pure muscle. Red-hot anger burns in his eyes like twin embers, and all that anger is directed at me now that Alpha Leo has been properly incapacitated. A vein on his forehead twitches. All in all, I should be very, very afraid. But for Spencer to accuse me of being the one who abandoned this relationship? My disbelief at Spencer’s sheer audacity counteracts whatever fear or trepidation I may have otherwise felt. I narrow my eyes at him, cracking my knuckles. “Oh, really, Spencer?” I snap. “You must be mistaken. Last I checked, I didn’t get engaged to the first teenager who batted her eyelashes my way! You did that. Don’t you dare forget. You’re the reason we are wh
Ivy’s POV“Are you ready?” I whisper the question to Spencer as we stand behind a huge set of double doors. I’ve known him as the Lycan King for several weeks now, and been referred to as the Lycan Queen since our wedding, but today is the day it becomes official. Today is the day of the coronation. And I couldn’t be more excited. Every citizen of the Lycan Kingdom physically able to be in attendance is seated just beyond those double doors, dressed in their finest attire. I can hear the waning sounds of the band playing our anthem triumphantly, can hear the heavy steel-toed footfalls of our military as they carry out their grand display. It’s a show of strength and endurance–everything about today has been structured to portray power and confidence, from the massive outdoor ceremony in the palace’s courtyard to the full military regalia on display. “Ready as ever,” Spencer replies. “This is what I was born to, after all.” There’s a firm set to his jaw and iron in his posture. E
Spencer’s POV“Congratulations, Colin!” My mother is the first one to acknowledge the news, smiling gleefully as she looks towards her son and his fiancée. Now that their secret is out, Delilah is positively beaming as she slips the engagement ring out of her pocket and onto her finger, waving her hand back and forth. I chuckle lowly as the happy couple kisses tenderly. I just know they’re going to have the most unnecessarily extravagant wedding possible, and they’re going to adore every second of it. “I’m telling you, they’re only together because Delilah and I were engaged,” I murmur to Ivy out of the corner of my mouth. She rolls her eyes, but she’s grinning. “If you say so, Spencer.” “Must be something in the air,” Sylvia remarks. “I heard Gamma Everly and Captain Leo got engaged, too!” At that news, I smile genuinely. After all the heartbreak she’s endured over the years, I’m glad Gamma Everly has finally found a man who can match her. It seems that my wedding to Ivy was on
Spencer’s POVIt’s been a couple days since I returned from the Sunclash pack and Ivy began recovering from the plague, and things have finally had a chance to settle into a routine. Beta Wilson and Doctor Danbury have been working restlessly to distribute the antidote to those in need far and wide. We’ve eradicated it completely from the Lycan kingdom and have almost finished scrubbing it from the outer packs. All of Elder Jet’s rebels have been placed in our custody, with trials pending. Based on the reports from other packs as well as the newly-formed Werewolf Council, it seems as though Elder Jet’s toxic ideology has been defeated for good. We still have lots to do to repair our relationship with the werewolves, of course, but we’re in a good place to begin that work. And as soon as Ivy returns to her full strength, I’m excited for us to begin that work together. I set down the last stack of papers on my desk and push open the door to my office, wandering back into the main bo
Ivy’s POV“What is it?” Those are the last words I hear, spoken in Spencer’s soothing, familiar voice, before I slip into an uneasy half-sleep. I can feel blankets being shifted and jostled around me, the vibrations from wheels being rolled across a bumpy floor. But my mind is distant, dreaming. I see fire. Magic. Blood. Frantic voices cry out, but there’s someone else, promising that I’m stable–just exhausted. My body is lifted up from the uncomfortable mattress and laid down somewhere much more soft and padded. There, finally, as the terrible burning recedes from my skin, I’m able to fall into a quiet, restful sleep. I’m not sure how much time passes before I finally come to. As my eyes plink open slowly, blearily, the first thing I see is Spencer sitting at the edge of my bed, eyes crinkling at the corners. “Good morning, Sleepyhead,” he says softly. I let out a quiet chuckle. “What time is it actually?” I groan, dragging a hand down my face. Suddenly I realize that everythin
Spencer’s POVAs I push past the double doors and into the hospital’s foyer, I’m struck by the absolute chaos everywhere. There are patients being pushed and shuffled in every direction, and the entire hospital staff looks criminally overworked, worry lines and downcast expressions almost completely hidden behind thick airtight filters. I realize the yellow suits all the staff are wearing match the protective suits Doctor Danbury gave us when we were investigating the Sunclash pack. And if everyone is in plague equipment now…I can only hope we’ll have enough of the antidote to deal with all the infected. That’s an issue for later, though. Right now, my focus is solely on Ivy. “Where’s the queen?” I shout, looking around the foyer frantically. A nurse rushes over towards me hurriedly, gaze darting back and forth. “She–she’s in the quarantine wing, Your Majesty,” the nurse says. “Quite a few patients are, unfortunately. Before I can take you there, I’m going to have to ask you to
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