บททั้งหมดของ Rescuing His Enslaved Luna Queen: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

Ivy's POVAll I can do is watch helplessly as the werewolf warriors begin to shift. Their muscles swell rapidly, thick bands of sinew contorting unnaturally underneath their clothes and armor. As the werewolves shift into their wolf forms–now a horrifying mass of twisted muscle and matted fur–they expand to nearly the size of Lycans. The chilling sound of bones twisting and grinding fills the air as their skeletons grow to accommodate their newly bulked-up bodies. As I watch the transformations, fear flooding my body, scenes of the werewolves who’d chased me and Princess Sylvia earlier flash through my mind. I remember their mindless bloodlust, their utter lack of any reason or logic. I understand now that while these werewolves may gain immense strength under the influence of the potions, they pay a steep price: their sanity. The red potions aren’t any sort of so-called secret weapon. They’re a poison that will ultimately destroy any werewolf who consumes them from the inside out

Ivy's POVI’m shocked to learn that someone as reckless and shameless as Alpha Jameson could have such a tragic past. But I also don’t believe that Spencer or anyone else in the Lycan Royal Family would betray their allies. While certain parts of his story ring true–I certainly don’t doubt that his parents were killed–the rest of the narrative seems highly implausible, especially the Lycan Royal Family’s involvement. And considering all the despicable lies Elder Jet has told so far…Well, his words can’t be trusted. I have a feeling that, like Alpha Leo, Alpha Jameson has been led terribly, terribly astray. “You’re lying, Jameson,” Gamma Everly cuts in sharply. There’s a bitterness to her expression as she looks at Alpha Jameson that I can’t quite place. “The Lycan Prince wouldn’t betray his allies. And you know that Elder Jet has spent his entire life trying to stir up conflict between the Lycan Royal Family and the werewolves–are you really going to let Elder Jet manipulate you?”

Ivy's POVAlpha Leo looks shocked to find me sprinting through the middle of the battlefield. His gaze fixes onto me, lips pursed in confusion. He’s looking at me like a question he doesn’t quite know how to answer. I can tell that he’s weighing his options, and whatever he’s deciding seems to be quite the tough choice. Hoping I can slip past him before he makes up his mind, I do my best to step around him, but he quickly mirrors my motion, blocking me off. My heart sinks. But deep down, Alpha Leo seems like a kind soul. Maybe all hope isn’t lost. After all, he hasn’t tried to grab me yet. “Leo, please,” I beg. My instincts are telling me that Alpha Leo isn’t a cruel person–on the contrary, he seems to be upright and kind-hearted, just led astray but Elder Jet’s scheming. But even in the middle of combat, I can see those glimmers of a good person shining through the battle-hardened rebel personal Elder Jet has forced onto him from what I assume was quite a young age. At this po

Ivy's POVThe whistles are what control the werewolves. Armed with this knowledge, I quickly plot my next move. If I can control any of these werewolves, what should I focus on first? How can I possibly untangle the mess of combat stretching out before me?I suppose, looking up at Alpha Jameson’s charging form, that my first priority should be to halt his approach. I stand up straight and place my fingers in my mouth. I squeeze my eyes shut and whistle, a shrill sound that cuts through the battlefield. Sure enough, a look of profound confusion crosses Alpha Jameson’s face. He ceases his charge, staring at me as though he’s not quite sure what to do. He walks in slow circles, padding back and forth atop the stone rubble. Small shards of marble tumble to the ground and land around me. My eyes widen as the realization dawns on me. It makes sense now! Any of the werewolves who are under the influence of the red potion will have to follow the command of the person blowing the whistle.

Ivy's POVNo matter how fast I can run in my human form, my two legs are no match for Elder Jet’s four.Elder Jet catches up to me quickly, fangs snapping at my heels. I can feel the adrenaline rushing through my veins, can hear the blood rushing in my head. Panic grips me, immediate and fierce. I cry out, trying to run faster, but my lungs are burning and my hair is matted to my forehead with sweat. My ankle starts to buckle. Just before Elder Jet’s fangs close around my leg, though, I manage to twist out of the way, taking a sharp left. “You bitch!” Elder Jet howls furiously, increasingly enraged by my successful evasion. I can feel the rush of wind behind me as he lunges at me again, faster this time. Instead of dodging this time, though, I spin straight around and jump towards Elder Jet. The maneuver clearly catches him by surprise. He lets out a short yelp of shock, blinking as I lunge towards him. I land on his nose, clawing my fingers into his fur so he won’t be able to thr