All Chapters of Rescuing His Enslaved Luna Queen: Chapter 271 - Chapter 280

Ivy's POVWhen I hear Spencer’s thunderous roar echo down the dungeon tunnels, I can feel my blood run cold. I turn around, heart racing and breath coming quick. When my eyes meet Spencer’s cool, endless gaze, I feel like I’m drowning. A deep, powerful rage is burning within him. The sort of rage that drives men mad–that causes them to topple empires and tear apart the world. I know it’s an awful thing to think about your own mate, but I’m terrified of what he could do like this. It’s not even that Spencer has an expression of anger right now. It’s an energy that crackles around him, fierce and undeniable, powerful and all-consuming. Most of that anger seems to be directed at Alpha Leo, who tenses up at the sight of Spencer. But a shred of that anger is also being directed at me, and I feel the smallest I’ve ever felt in my entire life. The entire world seems to be balancing on a knife’s edge as Spencer’s ruthlessly bladed gaze shifts from me to Alpha Leo. Spencer narrows his ey

Ivy's POV“Well, I’m glad the truth has finally come out about the man you abandoned our relationship for.” Spencer’s words echo through my brain, and I can’t help but gape up at him in disbelief. As we’re arguing, Spencer looks downright frightening–he’s towering tall above me, easily twice my weight and sculpted from pure muscle. Red-hot anger burns in his eyes like twin embers, and all that anger is directed at me now that Alpha Leo has been properly incapacitated. A vein on his forehead twitches. All in all, I should be very, very afraid. But for Spencer to accuse me of being the one who abandoned this relationship? My disbelief at Spencer’s sheer audacity counteracts whatever fear or trepidation I may have otherwise felt. I narrow my eyes at him, cracking my knuckles. “Oh, really, Spencer?” I snap. “You must be mistaken. Last I checked, I didn’t get engaged to the first teenager who batted her eyelashes my way! You did that. Don’t you dare forget. You’re the reason we are wh

Spencer's POVAs I stare into Ivy’s eyes, I can see every ounce of the deep pain she’s harboring. All at once, I feel like the monster everyone has said I am. How could I have said those things? How could I have accused her of any of it? I questioned her faith, her loyalty, my own ability to trust her… The mate bond crackles between Ivy and I, pure electricity. Our lives are linked. I’ll always trust her. I don’t know how to not trust her. “Don’t go like this, Ivy,” I plead to her, gazing deep into her eyes. Ivy hesitates for a moment. Our eyes lock, and I can tell she’s reading me carefully, searching for something. But whatever it is, she doesn’t find it. My heart sinks as she shakes her head slowly. “I have a doctor’s appointment to get to, remember?” Ivy says impassively, pulling her wrist out of my grasp and starting to walk away. I want to go after her. To grab her, to pull her into my arms. If Ivy won’t listen to me, I want to kiss her until she understands that I love h

Ivy's POVAs I make my way out of the dungeon, all I can think about are the terrible things Spencer said to me. The various scrapes and bruises ache with every step. I place my hands protectively over my stomach. I wasn’t even thinking about the child when I launched myself into battle, and now, I’m terrified for the baby. I don’t think it’s quite hit me that I’m pregnant. That I’m slated to give birth. That there’s a little life all curled up in my womb, relying on me and me alone for survival. It’s a lot of pressure, and the idea of messing that up…And the dungeon’s cloying, dreadful atmosphere only makes everything worse. When I finally push past the doors and make my way into the main section of the palace, I immediately feel slightly better. I wish I could explain away all the cruel, baseless accusations Spencer hurled my way. It would be so much easier to believe that he was just overrun with stress from the prison break and his doubts got the better of him–that it was all

Ivy's POVAs I leave the hospital to make my way to the palace, I find myself thinking about Spencer’s request to me in the dungeon.While walking, my hands are clasped over my stomach. I haven’t begun to show, not even a little, but the image I saw on that ultrasound flashes through my mind every time I close my eyes. When Spencer asked me to talk to Jason about the prison break, he didn't want me to do that out of a lack of distrust for Jason. He wanted me to speak with the boy so he could do whatever he needed to do to make this palace–as well as this kingdom–a safer place. And I think I understand that now. I breathe out a heavy sigh as I step into the palace’s foyer, taking a look around the empty corridors. After witnessing the aftermath of that prison break, I can’t help but picture villains lurking behind every pillar and curtain. I don’t want my future child to have to grow up worrying about attackers lying eagerly in wait. Even now I can imagine my child running joyfully