All Chapters of Rescuing His Enslaved Luna Queen: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Ivy's POVI do my best to explain my situation with Spencer to Jason. It’s a surprisingly quick conversation–after all, Spencer and I are mates, and his royal status does make things complicated. So just saying Spencer and I have some technicalities to work out is close enough to the truth. Jason and I finish our meals quickly, exchanging stories from our early childhoods. By the end of the dinner, our faces both hurt from smiling. I look at Jason proudly, happy with the time I’ve been able to spend with my son. “Did you end up liking the mutton pie after all?” I ask, standing up and leaving the table. “It was yummy,” Jason replies, grinning. “But French fries are still better.”I laugh. “I’m sure. Can I walk you back to your room?”“That’d be good,” Jason says quietly. I look down to see that he’s already reached his hand out to me in a clear invitation to hold it. My heart warms a little at the sight. I’m not alone in this palace. No matter how things go with Spencer, Jason and

Ivy's POVAt the sight of Delilah, I don’t know what to feel. When she sees me, her eyes widen, and her mouth falls open. Her gaze darts back and forth, face ever so slightly flushed. Delilah certainly seems guilty. It brings me right back to everything that happened with Erick and Veronica–a friend that I thought cared about me, and a man I thought was the love of my life. I suppose I always knew, in the back of my mind, that Delilah had a crush. But I thought it was harmless. I never thought she’d ever actually act on it. And I can’t believe Spencer would go along with any of it. “Delilah!” I exclaim awkwardly. “I was just–um, I was heading back to my room for the night. While I’ve got you here, I was wondering… I’ve been hearing these rumors–” I let out a fake chuckle, resenting myself for my clumsiness. “Total nonsense of course. But rumor has it you and Spencer are engaged. What could this possibly be about?”Delilah averts her gaze, and my stomach plummets. “I’m really s

Ivy's POVAn important announcement from the Lycan Royal Family… I stare up at Beta Wilson with wide eyes. The crowd around me has fallen completely silent, enthralled by the promise of news from the Lycan Royal Family. I wonder what they’re thinking. Perhaps they’ve been waiting for a marriage announcement for years now–after all, Spencer, as the Crown Prince, has been of a marriageable age for awhile now. Or perhaps, following all the turmoil in the werewolf world with Elder Jet’s schemes, they’re anticipating some sort of political news, a reassurance that things are going well. All at once, I understand the strategic brilliance of an engagement between Spencer and Delilah. The Lycans will be content to know that the lineage of their Royal Family has been secured, while the werewolves will see Spencer marrying one of their own–a clear gesture of faith and goodwill. Delilah and Spencer’s marriage would be bigger than just them–its consequences would ripple throughout the world.

Spencer's POVWhen I see Ivy standing there in the doorway, she’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. Her lovely auburn hair is pinned back in gorgeous waves that cascade down her shoulders like a waterfall, and her makeup perfectly accentuates her features. I’ve never seen Ivy wearing such a deep shade of red before, but it suits her. She looks strong–regal, even. Like a queen. Like my queen. But she’s not my queen, and no doubt that’s what she wants to talk about. Delilah’s words, her advice not to divulge our plan to Ivy myself, ring through my head. But it’s such hard advice to listen to when Ivy is standing in my doorway looking like that, when all I want to do is slip that stunning red dress off her body and kiss her soft thighs and fuck her until she’s a mess in my bedsheets and screaming my name–I do my best to meet Ivy’s furious, heartbroken glare with an impassive expression of my own. I can’t betray any emotion. “What would you like to talk about?” I ask coolly.

Ivy's POV“Ivy!” Just as I’m about to enter my bedroom, I whirl around to see Spencer standing behind me. He’s breathing heavily, as though he ran to get to me. My eyes widen as I see him, and I’m struck with a flurry of emotions. Heartbreak, first and foremost. This feels like another way of getting under my skin, a power play. I feel angry, sad, and frustrated. But–perhaps most devastating of all–I’m happy to see him. I want to see him. I love Spencer. I can’t ignore it. No matter what this man has put me through, I love him, and I think I’ll love him no matter what. Which is romantic, when things are good. But when things are bad? It’s terrifying. I briefly contemplate just walking into my room and locking him out, but that wouldn’t get me anything. He’s clearly here for a reason. I open my bedroom door and linger in the doorway, looking up at him with a pointed glare. “What do you want?” I ask harshly. “I’m so sorry, Ivy,” Spencer says. “I just–there were a couple more t