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 POVI think I can feel my last breaths rattling in my chest. I don’t know how much longer I have left at all. I thought I’d be long gone by this point, if we’re being really honest. I feel like I’m mostly gone—my vision has gone completely, since I no longer have the energy to keep my eyes open, and I can barely breathe at all. My heartbeat feels like it could stop any moment. I’m aware of the pain wracking my body, that red-hot agony tearing me apart. It sizzles and simmers on my skin. It feels like it’s tearing me apart. But at the same time, I can’t feel anything at all. I know there are things I should be feeling. Grass beneath my body, maybe. The blood that’s seeped into the soil. The grime and metal residue on my skin from having been locked in that cage. I can picture all of these things, in a vague, spun-out way. I can remember what they'd be like. I can simulate the feeling. It’s not the same as actually experiencing it, though. ‘Please, Ivy, try to hold on,’ Venet
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