Lahat ng Kabanata ng Rescuing His Enslaved Luna Queen: Kabanata 191 - Kabanata 200

Ivy's POVIt’s been a day since the announcement of Spencer and Delilah’s engagement, and I’m more than ready to stop moping over it. Neither Spencer nor Delilah has made any attempt to speak with me since, which is fine by me. I don’t even want to look at Spencer, and the sting of Delilah’s betrayal runs deep. Sitting in my room and crying hasn’t done me any good. And maybe a little fighting would be a good way for me to let out some of this anger that’s been weighing on me heavy since the announcement. So I’ve made plans with Gamma Everly and Sylvia to resume my normal training schedule, and I think it was the right move. As I make my way to the training grounds, for the first time, I find myself thinking about something other than Spencer. I’m excited to spar with Sylvia again. Even though my fight with Prince Colin was brief, hopefully I’ve picked up a couple tricks since then. And if I’ve developed any new skills, Gamma Everly is the perfect person to help me hone them. “You

Spencer's POVAs I watch my mother and Delilah go over wedding plans, I’m not sure how much more of this I can take. “So we’ve got the florist on call for dahlias, calla lilies, and lilacs,” the queen says, running her hands over pictures of wedding bouquets. “And the baker is working on the cake–three tiers is traditional, of course, but to feed a wedding party of the size we’ll be having…” “Why break from tradition?” Delilah asks with an excited smile. “We could get multiple cakes! A big one for the center of the room, the showpiece, and then smaller cakes for everyone else!” “Brilliant idea, Delilah!” My mother beams at her. I breathe out a repulsed sigh.I don’t care about cake or flowers or whatever the hell else I’m supposed to be caring about right now. I don’t care about any of this–none of it is for me. I think this is the happiest I’ve ever seen my mother, and it’s when she’s planning a wedding between me and a girl I absolutely do not want to be marrying. Go figure.

Ivy's POVThe duel is tomorrow.And I’m both terrified and thrilled. As I prepare for my last day of training, I can feel the adrenaline building up inside of me with every moment that passes. I’m sitting on a bench waiting for Gamma Everly to arrive. It’s just us today–she requested a one-on-one training session to help me hone some of my skills. And, as Gamma Everly told me, we won’t be sparring too strenuously today. It would be awful if I was too sore to fight on the day of my duel. That would be even worse than losing the match–I think I’d be dooming every she-wolf ever to a life she doesn’t want. This fight is bigger than just me. And I have to be perfect. Up ahead, I can see a bright red figure rushing towards the training grounds. She’s moving quickly, and in just a few moments Gamma Everly comes to a stop beside me, breathing heavily. “Sorry I’m late,” she says, setting down the large bundle of leather she’s been holding. “I wanted to snag some armor for you for today’

Ivy's POVAs Warrior Garett grins at me, a wicked smile that’s all teeth, I can feel the blood start to roar in my ears. I stare him down, shifting my weight from foot to foot. I’m ready to move in an instant. Warrior Garett is clearly sizing me up–my stance, the way I carry myself, whatever skill I might betray now. Unfortunately for me, he doesn’t have any of the bold brashness of a younger fighter. He’s an older, seasoned warrior, with all the patience and skill that brings. I’m expecting this to be a difficult fight. I can tell that Warrior Garett is waiting for me to make the first move, but I can hear the last bits of advice Gamma Everly gave me ringing in my ears. “You don’t know what he’s capable of yet,” she’d said at the very end of yesterday’s training session. “Let him strike first. Let him think he’s got the upper hand. Let him think he knows what kind of a fighter you are. All the while, you’ll be learning more about him.” Suddenly, Warrior Garett aims a punch at m

Ivy's POVAs Warrior Garett punches me hard in the stomach, the crowd’s cheering only grows louder. I squeeze my eyes shut as bile rises to the back of my throat again. I have to stop myself from vomiting. I hate the idea that all the warriors are actively rooting for my downfall–that they’re all hoping to see me fail. As I open my eyes and gaze at Warrior Garett, a chilling thought strikes me all at once. Spencer never rejected me. We’re still tethered by the mate bond. And the winner of a duel can do whatever they want to the losing opponent. If Warrior Garett wants to kill me, Spencer will be weakened considerably, and it will all be because of my own failings. I can’t let that happen. “I’ll strike you down eventually,” I hiss at Warrior Garett, scrambling away from him in a desperate attempt to gather myself. My body is aching and bruised, skin mottled with a few small scrapes. My lungs burn and my feet hurt. But, without a doubt, the worst of all is the pain radiating from