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“My child.” The words slip past my lips softly, gently, like a warm caress. The image on the ultrasound blurs and twists with static, but I can see the figure lurking within, a tiny infant curled up. I fight the urge to touch my stomach, to feel my baby for myself. “Do we know if it’s a boy or a girl yet?” I ask excitedly, heart leaping. My child. My baby. My daughter, maybe, or my son. No matter what, I’ll love them completely and unconditionally, this beautiful and perfect unblemished thing. I’ll protect them from all the evil this world has to offer. The nurse shakes her head. “Not for another couple months, at least,” she replies. “That's around eighteen to twenty weeks. You’re still in your first trimester! All I’m looking for right now is any indicator of damage to the fetus, but at this point…” The nurse’s brow furrows in concentration as she continues to run the ultrasound wand along my stomach. “The baby looks perfectly healthy. Nothing to worry about. How are
Ivy's POVAs I leave the hospital to make my way to the palace, I find myself thinking about Spencer’s request to me in the dungeon.While walking, my hands are clasped over my stomach. I haven’t begun to show, not even a little, but the image I saw on that ultrasound flashes through my mind every time I close my eyes. When Spencer asked me to talk to Jason about the prison break, he didn't want me to do that out of a lack of distrust for Jason. He wanted me to speak with the boy so he could do whatever he needed to do to make this palace–as well as this kingdom–a safer place. And I think I understand that now. I breathe out a heavy sigh as I step into the palace’s foyer, taking a look around the empty corridors. After witnessing the aftermath of that prison break, I can’t help but picture villains lurking behind every pillar and curtain. I don’t want my future child to have to grow up worrying about attackers lying eagerly in wait. Even now I can imagine my child running joyfully
Spencer's POVAs I stare down at Delilah, all I can feel is annoyance at her presence. I can tell she’s trying to elicit some sort of sympathetic reaction from me. Her lower lip is trembling like a leaf in the wind, and her electric eyes are positively drowning in not-quite-shed tears. She really does feel entitled to a response, I realize–Delilah actually thinks she has some sort of right to know about the things I have to deal with in this palace. Ivy has spent so long trying to tell me that I’m not the heartless monster everyone thinks I am, but whenever I look at Delilah, I wonder if everyone has been right all along. “There was a bit of a situation with the prisoners,” I tell Delilah dismissively, already starting to walk past her. “Nothing major, though, and it’s all been dealt with now.” If you could call housing the enemy comfortably in my palace as ‘dealing with it,’ I suppose. But what Alpha Leo and Gamma Everly have going on seems to be a special case. And a content Alp
Spencer's POVAs I knock on the door to my father’s office, I find myself rehearsing what I’m going to say.Obviously, there are some details I can’t skip over. Captain McAndrews will have given my father a briefing to the full extent of his knowledge–there’s no skipping over the fact that the prison break happened, which also means I can’t dodge the fact that Alpha Leo was only alive in the dungeon because Ivy wanted him to be. Which isn’t the best look. And the investigation will be difficult to handle, too. I’ve lost my lead with Ivy and Jason, and I received word only moments ago that the cook who tried to slip the wolfsbane into Ivy’s food in the dining hall was killed during his attempted escape from the dungeon. The only sources we have in captivity right now are Lance Silvers and Alpha Leo. I believe we can get through to Alpha Leo, but I also believe that it will take quite a long time to undo all the damage that Elder Jet has done to him. That means my only standing lead
Spencer's POV“How are you going to deal with him?” At my father’s pointed question, I breathe out a small sigh. I was hoping he wouldn’t ask that–that he’d be content to trust me with the task of managing Alpha Leo without getting involved. But I suppose it was a naive hope. After all, considering the circumstances of the prison break, I don’t think my father has that much trust in me. “I’ve got everything under control,” I assure him. Perhaps the correct route would be to blend the lie with a bit of truth. “He’s under Gamma Everly’s supervision now…” “Yes, but what are you doing with him?” My father presses. I grit my teeth. I can’t lie and tell him that Alpha Leo is just locked up in the dungeon as usual–it would take one mind link to a prison guard to reveal the truth. “I’m taking care of it,” I say firmly. My father narrows his eyes at me. I can see the warning embers of anger sparking in his hawklike gaze. “Spencer,” he says slowly, his voice a thunderous warning rumble,
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