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Rescuing His Enslaved Luna Queen Chapter 290: The Moments Before
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
Last Updated : 2024-11-28Rescuing His Enslaved Luna Queen Chapter 291: Sibling Rivalry
Spencer's POVWhen Colin looks at me, just for a moment, I can see genuine fear flash across his expression. I can tell that he’s trying to formulate a lie–it would be easy enough, considering the conversation was just between Colin and my father. Colin is the only person alive to relay what was said. There’s no one to verify or corroborate that story. But between watching my father die, my attack on him, and now my mother’s scrutiny, I can tell that he’s struggling to come up with anything. “I swear it wasn’t important,” Colin says quietly. “I’ll be the judge of that,” my mother replies. Her gaze weighs heavily upon him, and I can tell she’s watching his every expression, his every gesture. She’s trying to read him the best she can. We both are. There’s a crucial missing piece here, and it seems like Colin is trying to hold onto it for as long as he possibly can. Distantly, throughout the palace, I can hear the sound of doors slamming shut and frantic footsteps. The palace see
Last Updated : 2024-11-28Rescuing His Enslaved Luna Queen Chapter 292: Taboo Request
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.
Last Updated : 2024-11-29Rescuing His Enslaved Luna Queen Chapter 293: Something Wrong
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?” “
Last Updated : 2024-11-29Rescuing His Enslaved Luna Queen Chapter 294: Missing Royalty
Ivy's POV“Explain.” My voice isn’t cold, exactly, as I stare Delilah down. I’m not trying to be mean, but I know now to keep my distance when it comes to dealing with her–to not get invested, to keep my cards close to my chest. I tilt my head at her and narrow my eyes, waiting for an answer. Delilah shrugs weakly, looking away. She looks scared and defeated, but I don’t buy it for one second. She swooped in like a vulture picking at the weak spots in my relationship with Spencer, and she struck the moment she saw an opening. If Delilah is capable of being that heartless when it comes to Spencer, I don’t think there are any lines she’s beyond crossing. I don’t like what she could do. I find my hand drifting over my stomach protectively. I wonder what she’d think if she found out about my pregnancy. I wonder what she’d do. “I haven’t been able to get a hold of Spencer,” Delilah says in a quiet, tremulous voice. She takes a step towards me. Instinctively, I push Jason behind me,
Last Updated : 2024-11-30Rescuing His Enslaved Luna Queen Chapter 295: The Investigation Begins
Spencer's POV“His body is still in the office?” As she asks Colin the question, for just a moment, I see a sliver of emotion on my mother’s face. I wonder what this is like for her. I remember what she said to me when I got engaged to Delilah–that royal marriages were rarely matters of the heart. I wonder if she loved my father. I don’t thinks she ever did. But she was with him for decades. They had three children together. All the years that passed–it forms an undeniable bond, a sort of resignation to the person you’re spending the rest of your life with. In so many ways, I think it was just the two of them against the rest of the world. And now it’s just her. The question passes her lips and hovers in the air. My mother looks away, taking another breath to recenter herself before her gaze returns to its usual bladelike sharpness and settles on Colin once more. “I didn’t touch it,” Colin replies. “So his body–” the words die on his tongue. He clears his throat before continuing
Last Updated : 2024-11-30Rescuing His Enslaved Luna Queen Chapter 296: Dead King
Spencer's POVAs the three of us make our way into my father’s office, an uncanny sense of quiet fills the air. I’m no stranger to death. I’ve been on the battlefield for almost as long as I’ve been alive–I’ve taken more lives than I could possibly count, and I’ve seen more deaths taken than I could possibly count. I’m not called the God of Death for nothing. I’ve had the immense displeasure of seeing the demise of people I knew prior, and that, too, has always been rather jarring. I’ve always managed to keep my cool, though. To remain distant and detached. Why should this be any different?But I can see him at the desk now, body slumped over. There’s blood dribbled from his lips and caught in his beard, splatter arcing across the desk. Colin was right–his skin is tinged ever so slightly blue, and his eyes are wide open and bulging. My father is dead. He’s dead right in front of me. My mother lets out a soft gasp. She approaches the desk slowly, one hand extended tentatively. Fo
Last Updated : 2024-12-01Rescuing His Enslaved Luna Queen Chapter 297: The Will
Spencer's POV“I found something!” My mother’s voice cuts through the air moments before I can make a similar declaration of my own. I whirl around to look at the bookshelves. The acrid scent that was lingering on my father’s corpse seems to cling to the inside of my nose, and I wrinkle my face in distaste. “What did you find?” I ask my mother, walking away from the corpse. She’s holding up a thick black envelope sealed with the Lycan Royal Family’s crest. The envelope is unmarked, and looks as though it’s been freshly sealed. I don’t recognize this exact envelope, but I’ve seen letters like it before. Whatever it is must be official documentation directly from the Lycan King and Queen themselves. “This is your father’s will,” my mother replies solemnly. She looks down at the envelope with a heavy heart. “Now that he is deceased, it will be executed to the fullest possible potential.” “Oh,” I say, unimpressed. “So it’s not, say, a clue as to who might have killed him?” “It coul
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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
Rescuing His Enslaved Luna Queen Chapter 367: A Losing Fight
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
Rescuing His Enslaved Luna Queen Chapter 366: Weakened
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Rescuing His Enslaved Luna Queen Chapter 365: Silver Mist
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
Rescuing His Enslaved Luna Queen Chapter 364: Desperate Measures
“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
Rescuing His Enslaved Luna Queen Chapter 363: Burst of Strength
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
Rescuing His Enslaved Luna Queen Chapter 362: Protector
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
Rescuing His Enslaved Luna Queen Chapter 361: Lost Time
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
