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Chapter 285: The Lycan Royal Family
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Rescuing His Enslaved Luna Queen Chapter 286: A Royal Tragedy
Spencer's POV“Father is dead.” All at once, everything else seems to fade away. Dimly, I can hear Sylvia gasping, and she leans backward heavily in her seat as she buries her face in her hands. Soon, the sound of her crying fills the air. It sounds far away, though, dimmed by static like I’m underwater. Father is dead. The Lycan King. My father–my father who I spoke to not even an hour ago, the man whose last words to me were telling me to leave, telling me what a disappointment I’ve been to him my whole life–He’s dead. My father is dead. How am I supposed to feel about this? I want to feel something. I do feel something, I think, a faint tug of sadness pulling at my gut. But he was awful to me–he was awful to all of us. Sylvia and I were just discussing it. We have no shortage of anecdotes when it comes to his abuse. He’s never been much of a father to me–I was raised by nannies and, later on, by the battlefield. I don’t have much of a father to mourn. Colin sits down heavily
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Spencer's POV“What’s this about?” My mother’s brow is furrowed as she steps into the dining hall alongside Wilson. I can tell that she must be confused–after all, it’s rare that all three of her children are together in the same room unless she’s specifically requested it. But here we are, all gathered together with shadowed expressions. “Sylvia, what’s going on?” My mother asks as she approaches us. She continues to look between all of us, and when her gaze settles on Colin, she lets out a loud gasp. “What happened to you?” My mother asks, rushing towards him and tilting his head up before he can protest. “Colin, who…” Out of the three of us, Colin certainly looks the most worst off. Between the blood on his shirt and the bruises on his throat, as well as his red face and eyes from my choking him, he looks like an absolute wreck. Before Colin even gets the chance to push her away, she’s let go of him. Her severe expression settles on me and contorts into a fierce, bitter glare
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Spencer's POVI don’t know what sort of reaction I was expecting from my mother upon learning of her husband’s demise, but as I stare into her eyes, what I see there surprises me.She doesn’t look scared, or sad, or confused. She looks grim. As the news hits her, my mother blinks once, twice, three times before drawing in a deep breath. She sets her jaw and pulls her shoulders back, iron in her posture. Her face, etched with wrinkles and lines yet regal as it’s always been, is a mask of determination. She allows herself the space of mere moments before clasping her hands together and setting them on her chest. “What happened?” Wilson asks in surprise. His eyes are wide, and he pulls Sylvia even closer. “Oh, my love, I’m so sorry for your loss…” “Quiet, Wilson,” my mother says sharply. She presses her fingers to her temples, momentarily lost in thought. “Alright. Who knows?” Colin’s voice falls open. Clearly, he was expecting messy emotions. Distress. I was, too. He doesn’t seem
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Spencer's POV“I don’t know what you want me to say.” Colin’s words are shielded, obviously sliding around the question. I raise my eyebrow at him and look him over carefully. If Colin really was the one who killed my father, wouldn’t he try to do a better job of hiding it? “I want you to explain what happened in the moments before your father’s death,” my mother replies severely. I can tell by the stern expression on her face that her thoughts align with mine. “Spare no detail.” “I don’t–it’s all so hazy…” Colin says slowly. “Then try to piece it together,” my mother replies slowly. She closes her eyes for a moment, then snaps them open a moment later. “I’m having Captain McAndrews and the rest of the guard seal down the palace for the time being, no given cause yet. And we’ll have to retrieve your father’s body eventually. Things are moving quickly, Colin. I don’t have time to waste on this.” I examine my mother carefully. I’ve known my whole life that, while it may not seem t
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Spencer's POV“I wanted your engagement to be cancelled so I could marry Delilah myself.” The words don’t hit me with the sort of impact Colin likely expects. Truthfully, I couldn’t care less about how he feels about my fiancé. But for the sake of maintaining the ruse, I let a small spark of anger ignite in my eyes and glower at Colin. “You wanted what?” I ask lowly, hissing the words out. “And you talked to our father about this?” Colin huffs, looking away. “It–it’s not what you think!” He stammers out.“Isn’t it?” I ask coldly. “I saw the way you spoke with Ivy. The way you flirted with her. You–you tried to put your hands on her!” Here, my anger is real, blood boiling as I remember how I felt watching Colin try to hit on Ivy over and over again. “You tried to drive a wedge between us, and you didn’t rest until you succeeded. But the moment she and I split up, you’re after the girl I’m with now? How fucking pathetic are you?” “But Ivy didn’t mean anything to me!” Colin protests.
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Ivy's POVJason has been crying into my arms for the better part of an hour, and I’m starting to get really worried about him. I haven’t wanted to interrupt him so far, but he seems to be settling now. His cries have become softer, and I think the tears have stopped falling from his eyes. I rub Jason’s back gently. I wish there was more I could do to support him through everything he’s going through right now, but I can’t fix things for him. All I can do is be there. “Hey,” I say softly. “How are you doing?” “I–I’m so sorry,” Jason sniffles, looking up at me. “I’m so sorry for everything.” “I know,” I reply gently. “It’s okay. Everything is okay now. We can get through this. I love you, you know.” Jason looks up reluctantly. His face is red, pudgy cheeks traced with tears. He wipes his eyes. “I love you too, Mom.” Mom. My heart warms. I smile down at him, setting both my hands on his shoulders. “How are you feeling?” I ask him. “Is there anything I can do for you right now?” “
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