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Chapter 371: Watching Her Die
Rescuing His Enslaved Luna Queen/Judith GW
Spencer’s POVI think seeing Ivy like this is the worst thing I’ve ever seen. I approach her slowly, cautiously, the way one might approach a wounded animal. I’m scared of hurting Ivy even more than she’s already been hurt—I feel like if I were even to breathe on her too hard, she’d shatter into a million tiny pieces, just shards of glass splayed out on this battleground. I want to scoop her up into my arms and take her away into a better place, somewhere much safer than this, but would I be able to do anything at all to save her? Or would the simple movement of picking her up be enough to do her in?I did this.A wave of self-loathing hits me as I look Ivy over again. Her bloodstained clothes, her ghastly pale face, her ragged, hollow breaths. She’s the picture of near-death, if she’s not already dead. Every so often her eyes flicker open, and I want to believe she’ll be okay, but I know it’s a lie. All of this is my fault. I did this to Ivy. Despite all my attempts, all the measur
Huling Na-update : 2025-01-12Chapter 372: Last Moments
Rescuing His Enslaved Luna Queen/Judith GW
Spencer’s POVAs I stare down into Elder Jet’s cold, uncaring eyes, I’m suddenly struck by an unbearable agony unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. I let out a ragged, choking gasp as I sink to my knees. My hands clutch at my chest desperately in a feeble attempt to do anything to relieve the terrible pressure lurking there, but it’s no use. My vision blinks in and out of focus, and all the noise of the outside world is replaced with a dull ringing, a sharp twinge that seems to seep into every nook and cranny of my brain. “No!” I scream. The word is nonsensical and useless in the face of everything that I’ve been through, nothing more than a shout into the void, but I say it nonetheless, over and over again. “No, no, no—“It feels like I’m dying. It really and truly feels like I’m dying. This here, now, this sheer burning agony like countless razors have slipped under my skin, like everything I’ve ever known has been burnt to a crisp before my very eyes, this sensation that I am u
Huling Na-update : 2025-01-13Chapter 373: Gone
Rescuing His Enslaved Luna Queen/Judith GW
Spencer’s POVI can’t find a pulse. My hands trace over Ivy’s pale throat, the blue veins visible and inflamed just beneath her skin. I press my fingers into the soft crook just beneath the left side of her neck and move them around frantically, searching desperately for any sign of life. Ivy’s heartbeat has become so familiar to me over time, almost like a part of me. An extension of myself. I’ve always been able to feel it. To know her in that intimate way, the rush of her blood. But now I’m met with complete and utter silence. It’s tearing me apart from the inside out, but I can’t find a pulse. Tears fall from my eyes in large droplets, and the lump in my throat feels like it’s choking me. The pain tearing through my body only grows as I continue to run my hands over her delicate pale skin. I want her to blink, to gasp, to shiver—anything, please, any sign that there’s still some trace of life left in Ivy’s body. But there’s nothing. “Ivy,” I say quietly, running my hands thr
Huling Na-update : 2025-01-14Chapter 374: Last Touch
Rescuing His Enslaved Luna Queen/Judith GW
Spencer’s POV“I love you, I love you, I love you, please tell me you know just how much I love you—“I’m sprawled out on the ground, a wreck of a man. My body trembles hopelessly, shaking and shivering at the slightest breeze rippling across my skin. I feel cold—colder than I’ve ever felt in my life, the sort of all-encompassing cold that you feel in your chest and in your skin, the kind that feels like it’s stealing away right down to the bone. The cold is going to take me. It’s going to take over every last part of me. I’ve got one arm sprawled over Ivy, pulling her as close to me as she could ever hope to get anymore. I can feel her blood pooling through the already-bloodied fabric of my sleeve. She’s not actively bleeding anymore—that stopped when her heart gave out. But there’s so much blood left anyways. She’s dead. Ivy is dead, and that thought will haunt me all the way into my final moments, until I’m dead too. There’s something comforting about this, though. Knowing she’
Huling Na-update : 2025-01-15Chapter 375: Moonlight
Rescuing His Enslaved Luna Queen/Judith GW
Spencer’s POVThe gentle glow of red moonlight on my skin feels heavenly. I find myself letting out a quiet gasp as the soft rays wash over me. It shouldn’t be such a comforting sight to behold–after all, the moonbeams spilling from the sky like tears are a dark, vicious, fresh-from-the vein shade of blood red. After all the blood I’ve seen and smelled and tasted in this life, more blood should be just about the last thing I want to see. But something about this is different. Almost against my will, my eyes fall shut, suddenly too heavy to keep open for even a moment longer. My muscles fall limp, my body slack on the grass. As wicked as the red glow should be, I feel soothed. Put at ease. Like the universe is finally letting me rest. “What… what is this…” I murmur softly, the words drifting out on the cold night air. All around me, I can hear snippets of noise making their way in and out of my perception. More gasps of shock, of awe, of horror. The moon above is a deep blood red,
Huling Na-update : 2025-01-16Chapter 376: First Breaths
Rescuing His Enslaved Luna Queen/Judith GW
Ivy’s POVWhen the first rush of air fills my lungs, it feels like a lifeline tearing me away from some cold, terrible place. There’s a strange urgency to the feeling–that first breath is almost gentle, a soft gust of wind, the tender brush of a familiar hand against a flushed cheek. But the next breath that comes is a desperate, coughing, almost choking thing as my lungs do their best to remember how to take in air. The breath after that is even more ragged, and I can feel my chest heaving over and over again as I go through the motions of taking in air and expelling it even more rapidly. How is this possible? I should be dead. I died. My eyes are still shut tight firmly, but I can feel fresh tears pooling from the corners. At first I assume they’re tears of pain–after all, throughout this whole ordeal, the dreadful pain that’s torn my body apart, I’ve become quite used to tears of pain. But it’s only as I think about pain that I realize I’m not hurting at all. It’s strange, t
Huling Na-update : 2025-01-17
