Chapter 60: The Lycan Queen

Ivy's POV

The maids don’t seem to have any intention of treating me well as they escort me through the palace.

They sneer and glower at me, pulling me along harshly. My body is still weak from everything that happened in the Werewolf Council’s halls, and I find myself stumbling along, disoriented, as they continue to drag me forwards.

At least they let me get changed before they dragged me out of the hospital room. Still, though, the thin paper gown leaves me far more revealed and vulnerable than I’d like to be.

I haven’t endured such a cruel treatment from the palace staff since Spencer made me his personal maid.

Which means that something in my standing must have changed.

Fear seeps into me as the maids bring me to the doors of a luxurious hall. Two of them pull the doors open, revealing stunning royal chambers. A regal middle-aged woman sits in the middle of the room, lounging on a gilded gold throne.

She’s clearly been waiting for me.

The maids throw me to the ground. I cry