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 By the time Spencer finally seems to understand everything that’s happened here, his face has gone bright red, and he can’t seem to look me in the eye. “So–you were trying to hide Alpha Leo from me so Gamma Everly could get the chance to get to know him better?” Spencer asks in disbelief. “You do realize how misguided that plan is…?” “You don’t get to judge any of the choices I’ve made here!” I snap. “It’s not like I had that many options!” “How did you even find them?” Spencer asks. I press the pads of my fingertips against my temples and rub them in a futile attempt to soothe my nerves. “After you told me to interview Jason and I was on the way out of the dungeon, I heard the sounds of fighting. When I investigated, I saw Gamma Everly and Alpha Leo locked in combat. And, well…” I hesitate, wondering if telling this next part would be a betrayal of Gamma Everly’s trust. She’s always held strong as the pinnacle of Lycan might and force. Her power has often been the onl
Spencer's POVAs I stare into Ivy’s eyes, I can see every ounce of the deep pain she’s harboring. All at once, I feel like the monster everyone has said I am. How could I have said those things? How could I have accused her of any of it? I questioned her faith, her loyalty, my own ability to trust her… The mate bond crackles between Ivy and I, pure electricity. Our lives are linked. I’ll always trust her. I don’t know how to not trust her. “Don’t go like this, Ivy,” I plead to her, gazing deep into her eyes. Ivy hesitates for a moment. Our eyes lock, and I can tell she’s reading me carefully, searching for something. But whatever it is, she doesn’t find it. My heart sinks as she shakes her head slowly. “I have a doctor’s appointment to get to, remember?” Ivy says impassively, pulling her wrist out of my grasp and starting to walk away. I want to go after her. To grab her, to pull her into my arms. If Ivy won’t listen to me, I want to kiss her until she understands that I love h
Spencer's POV“Thank you!” Gamma Everly smiles up at me, overjoyed. She tries to sit up to wrap her arms around me, but winces as she moves her shoulders. The medic quickly shushes her and shoots her a disapproving look, examining the shoulder carefully. “Of course,” I tell her. “Alpha Jameson was a dangerous radical deep in the throes of the enemy’s lies. You saw him near the end–he’d lost it. He’s always been a conniving son of a bitch, and he died that way. But Alpha Leo seems different.” “I think he could be a good man,” Gamma Everly says softly, glancing over at his unconscious form. Her brow furrows in concern at the sight of him. “You really did a number on him, didn’t you?” I shrug. “He did stage a prison break in my dungeon. Which–speaking of. You know we need to figure out how he pulled that off, right?” Gamma Everly nods slowly. “I think I can get through to him,” she says. “It’s like Ivy said–he’s brainwashed, but he’s not rotten. Now that he’s away from Elder Jet and
Ivy's POVAs I make my way out of the dungeon, all I can think about are the terrible things Spencer said to me. The various scrapes and bruises ache with every step. I place my hands protectively over my stomach. I wasn’t even thinking about the child when I launched myself into battle, and now, I’m terrified for the baby. I don’t think it’s quite hit me that I’m pregnant. That I’m slated to give birth. That there’s a little life all curled up in my womb, relying on me and me alone for survival. It’s a lot of pressure, and the idea of messing that up…And the dungeon’s cloying, dreadful atmosphere only makes everything worse. When I finally push past the doors and make my way into the main section of the palace, I immediately feel slightly better. I wish I could explain away all the cruel, baseless accusations Spencer hurled my way. It would be so much easier to believe that he was just overrun with stress from the prison break and his doubts got the better of him–that it was all
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