All Chapters of Rescuing His Enslaved Luna Queen: Chapter 401 - Chapter 410

Ivy’s POV“It’s a sign!”From the amassed group of wedding guests, I see a vaguely familiar Alpha shoot to his feet. He points a trembling finger up at the sky, ghoulish red light washing over everything in sight. He’s gone completely pale, and his mouth keeps opening and closing. “Something–something terrible is going to happen…” the Alpha continues. From her place in the bridal party, Sylvia shoots the man a withering glare. “Control yourself,” she snaps fiercely, but I can tell just how unsettled she is. In fact, as I look around at the rest of the bridal party, the entire Lycan Family seems more disturbed than I’ve ever seen them before. Spencer and Beta Wilson exchange perturbed glances. A chill runs down my spine. “Shut the wedding down,” Spencer hisses sharply at Beta Wilson. “We need to get this under control, fast. Get them all into the palace–early reception, we’ll say.” Beta Wilson nods once and immediately leaves his position at the podium. I watch in stunned silence

Spencer’s POVThe moment I step into the hospital, everything becomes a blur. “Your Majesty, put her down, please,” a nurse says to me frantically. I look down at Ivy, who’s still clutching my shirt like a lifeline. She continues to writhe in agony in my arms, and the sight of her in such pain while she’s still wearing her wedding dress is devastating to me. The nurse has brought over a gurney for me to set her down on, but I can’t bear to let go of her. “Your Majesty, we need to run some tests and get her prepped for delivery at once,” the nurse says, tone becoming more insistent. My heart feels like it’s going to beat out of my chest. “Is she going to be okay?” I ask, setting her down in the gurney as gently as I can. “What is–why is this happening?” As Ivy slowly adjusts herself on the blankets, one hand holding her stomach over the dress’s beautiful fabric, she grabs my hand with the other and continues to squeeze. Her breath is coming in short bursts, and her makeup has star

Ivy’s POV“I can’t do this!” The exclamation tears through the room in a shrill burst of agony and desperation, but all the nurses just look at one another like it’s something they’ve heard a million times before from other birthing mothers. My body feels like it’s falling apart as a pain unlike any other continues to flow through me in waves. I scream over and over again, grabbing at the bedsheets and Spencer’s hands and the soft fluff of the mattress and just about anything at all I could theoretically use to find purchase. I feel like I'm floating through the universe in a sea of endless pain, and if I don’t find something to tether me quickly, I’ll find myself adrift for good. “You’re doing great,” Doctor Danbury assures me. Though she’s firmly focused on whatever’s happening between my legs, she makes a gesture towards me with one hand, and a nurse immediately comes to my bedside with a stack of dampened towels. “Just keep pushing, just keep breathing, and I promise all of thi

Spencer’s POVAs I look down at my daughter, a love unlike anything I’ve ever felt before flows through me. It’s not different in its magnitude, but rather in its softness, its sweetness. The overwhelming sense of protectiveness that overtakes me. My young daughter, my beautiful Tala. I want to take care of her day in and day out. To provide for everything she may need. To be there for her as long as I possibly can. Her soft, squishy cheeks, her pudgy fists grasping at nothing, the wisps of curly hair still plastered to her head…“Could I hold her, please?” I ask Ivy quietly. She beams up at me. “Of course!” I take a seat beside her in the hospital bed, careful not to jostle her or Tala too much as I do. The moment I’m seated comfortably, Ivy slowly places the little bundle of joy into my arms, and my heart feels like it’s about to overflow with all the love I’m feeling. “Oh,” I whisper softly, tears forming in the corners of my eyes. I smile gently at Tala, brushing one finger ag

Spencer’s POVThe more time Ivy and I spend in the hospital, the more the days begin to blur. When Ivy is deemed stable enough to move out of the delivery room, we’re quickly moved to a much nicer room in the hospital, and it’s a brief respite from the monotony that’s overtaken our days. I’m able to move most of my work from the palace to the hospital, though I do go back every so often to transfer files or spend some time with Tala. “It’s just a postpartum fever,” Doctor Danbury assured us initially, looking over her files with a wrinkled brow. “Queen Ivy, I know you’re feeling sensations right now unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before, but I promise it’s all a fairly natural–albeit unpleasant–aspect of the postpartum healing process. We’ve got you constantly monitored now. Just do your best to keep eating and drinking. The best you can do is build back your strength.” “Yes, Doctor,” Ivy said demurely. But as we exchanged dissatisfied glances, I could tell neither one of