All Chapters of Rescuing His Enslaved Luna Queen: Chapter 391 - Chapter 400

Ivy’s POV As the last of the rebels either turn themselves in or are swiftly taken into custody, I finally, finally feel like things are actually coming to a close. The rebels may shout or growl or spit as they’re escorted out of the barracks and towards the dungeon, where they’ll all be held until we have more time to thoroughly think out what our next moves should be, but it’s better than the noises that had filled the air before. The screams of agony and death and anguish will rattle through my brain for as long as I live. Every time I close my eyes, the sights that greet me are terrible. Fur being pulled from bleeding skin. The unearthly contortion of bones crunching and snapping. Those red potions and the horrific effects they’d had on the rebel werewolves’ bodies, all those grotesque enhancements. What’s happened here today will stay with me for the rest of my life. I’ve been changed by all I’ve had to bear witness to, all I’ve had to experience. The knowledge of what it fel

Ivy’s POVAs Spencer kisses me, it feels like everything wrong in the universe has finally righted itself. He kisses me softly, sweetly, like he knows we can finally linger in these gentle moments without having to worry about whatever is coming next. Spencer’s hands are chaste, one resting on my waist as the other tangles into my hair. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and return the kiss passionately until my lungs start to scream for air. Spencer is the one who finally pulls away. I look up at him, eyes fluttering open and slightly dazed as his hand moves from the nape of my neck to my cheek. He caresses my face lovingly, gazing deep into my eyes with an expression of profound concern. “Are you going to be okay, Ivy?” He asks softly. “After everything that happened…” “I’ll be fine,” I assure him quickly, smiling gently at him. “I’m healed now, thanks to the Moon Goddess. I feel healthy. The worst of it is all behind us.” “Our child…” Spencer begins tentatively. “I feel good

Spencer’s POVYou’re the next Lycan King. As my mother’s words ricochet around the room, it’s hard not to feel like I’m taking someone else’s place. For so long, this was my father’s crown, and no one was prepared to lose him so soon. But as I look around the room, slowly, gradually, it begins to feel more and more right. Despite their usual snark and sarcasm, both Sylvia and Colin look gravely serious at this moment. They both look up at me with evident respect, and I know that despite the troubles I’ve had with my siblings in the past, they’re here to support my ascension to the Lycan throne. My mother, too, as she returns to her seat at the table, is looking up at me proudly. She smiles faintly as the crown continues to rest on my head and wipes her eyes. “I know you’re going to do great things, Spencer,” she says softly. “And I’m terribly sorry for the lack of ceremony today. I promise that once the date of your coronation does finally roll around, you’re going to get all the

Ivy’s POV“How far along is she, Doctor Danbury?” The Lycan Queen’s question breaks up the solemn silence brought about by my child’s heartbeat. Doctor Danbury looks up from her notes in surprise before shifting her attention over to the queen, eyebrow raised. “About twelve weeks, Your Highness,” she replies. “She’s just at the end of her first trimester.” “And do we know the baby’s sex?” Spencer and I purse our lips, both exchanging meaningful glances. We both heard what the witch said when she threatened my pregnancy–we both know she prophesied that the next Lycan Heir is a boy. And while I don’t trust the vast majority of what she said, I don’t understand why she’d lie about this. Neither of us says anything to the Lycan Queen just yet, though.“That information won’t be discernible until usually around the eighteen to twenty-two week window,” Doctor Danbury explains. “Seeing as the baby’s internal organs are still being developed.” “Alright,” the queen muses. “Twelve weeks–w

Spencer’s POVIn the days following the final battle against Elder Jet and his forces, things have finally returned to some semblance of normal. The official coronation still hasn’t happened yet–that will take place following my wedding to Ivy, which is only two days away now. But the entire Lycan Kingdom recognizes my role as king following my father’s demise, and no one would dare challenge me on my newfound authority. We’ll be holding a service for him, too, as a part of the coronation. His loss will be felt by the entire Lycan Kingdom, to be sure. My father was a good and just king. But we can’t spend the rest of our time wallowing in his absence. Not when there’s so much that needs to be done now. As the gorgeous hues of a vibrant sunset bleed through my office’s window, I shuffle through the stack of papers and reports on my desk. They’ve all been faxed over from Beta Wilson, who, in the days following the battle against Elder Jet, has been travelling to werewolf packs all o