All Chapters of Rescuing His Enslaved Luna Queen: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

Spencer's POVWhen I open the door to leave my room, the last thing I expect to see is Ivy dressed like an escort.But as I look at the hallway ahead of me and see Ivy dressed in dangerously high heels and a skintight black dress, lips painted red as blood and the heady scent of perfume and lilies following her through the halls, that’s exactly what I see. Before I can fully process what I’ve seen, I slam the door shut behind me and squeeze my eyes shut. I hope she didn’t see me–no, I hope she did see me, so she can feel some shame over whatever the hell she’s doing. What is she doing? Moon Goddess above, I’ve only ever seen Ivy dress up like that for me before. I bury my head in my hands and press my back against the door. I want to forget I ever saw her, to pretend it didn’t happen, but it did. There was Ivy, dressed like a daydream, dressed like a nightmare, coming back from–from–from–From somewhere. Where? Was it Colin? Alpha Leo? I bang my fists against the ground. I hate

Ivy's POVAfter several days of toying with Alpha Quentin, I’m finally ready to enact my final plan. I’ve been passing him in hallways, fluttering my fingers as I round corners, blowing him kisses from the stairwells. With every small gesture I’ve made I’ve seen his pupils dilate and his heartbeat quicken. Men are easy. He’s mine. Maybe not completely, but certainly enough for me to get what I want out of him. I sit down cross-legged on my bed, looking down at myself. I’ve toned down the obvious seduction I was flaunting when I first entrapped him–now I’m dressed much more conservatively, in a light blue shirt and a flowing white skirt. I don’t want to draw too much attention to myself until the last possible moment. I reach out through the mindlink, searching for Alpha Quentin’s wolf. It’s been amazing to get to feel the mind link again–that was one of the things I missed the most when my wolf was gone. It had felt strange and lonely to be left alone in my own mind without bein

Ivy's POV“Why would you do such a thing?” All eyes shift towards the Lycan King as he asks the question that no doubt everyone has had on their mind. It’s evident by now that Wilson cares deeply for Sylvia, but judging by her trembling lower lip and wide, watery eyes, it seems that–in the moment, at least–his actions are hurting her more than he’s helping. Wilson breathes out a long sigh, running a hand anxiously through his soft brown hair. “I really did catch Quentin kissing that maid in the foyer,” he explains. “And he wasn’t exactly being subtle about it, either. I didn’t have any idea what to do–all I knew was that I couldn’t let Sylvia marry a man like that. I tried to challenge him, but he denied the claims, and–well, you all saw how that went,” he says bitterly. “Careful, Wilson,” the Lycan King warns. “You’re still on thin ice until you can properly explain yourself.” Wilson purses his lips. “Anyways. After I lost my position as Beta, I realized that I had nothing left

Ivy's POVWilson looks happier than I’ve ever seen him look before. His fingers are interlocked with Sylvia’s, but now there’s no shame to it, no hidden fright at the possibility of being seen during even the briefest moment of fleeting touch. Instead he pulls her closer as the Lycan King and Queen rush forward to hug the happy and congratulate them on their newfound engagement. “Congratulations!” The Lycan Queen says, smiling happily at Sylvia. “You shall have a wedding after all, and–you know, it’s every mother’s dream for her daughter to marry for love with a partner who can give her what she needs. I’m glad everything is working out for you.” I feel a slight sting at her words, certain it’s a thinly-veiled jab at me and my status, which has done nothing but drag Spencer’s down. My weakness, my vulnerability–those things I’ve shed. But as a viable marriage candidate for Spencer, from a crown politics standpoint, I don’t really have much going for me. “I’m glad Sylvia is going

Ivy's POVAt the look of profound hurt in Spencer’s eyes, I can’t help but feel shocked and stunned by his audacity. “You need to mind your own business and leave me alone,” I snap at him. “Don’t forget–you left me. What right do you have to feel upset about what I do or don’t do with other people? You want to move on? Fine! It’s not like you’d give me a choice in the matter either way!” I didn’t sleep with Quentin, but you know what? Maybe Spencer needs to think I did, even just for a couple moments. Maybe then he’ll be able to understand that he can have me or he can leave me, but he can’t drag me along behind him forever.Maybe then he’ll have it in him to take me back. Spencer shakes his head, eyes blazing with fury. He stalks towards me, still breathing heavily. I watch the rise and fall of his chest. “This is unacceptable,” he growls, a low hum of a sound that sends shivers along my skin. I look up at him defiantly. “Oh, is it now?” I ask, voice dripping with fake pity. “Li