All Chapters of Rescuing His Enslaved Luna Queen: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Ivy's POVAccording to Werewolf Law, Alpha Erick should be judged by the Werewolf Council.Beta Wilson’s words echo through my mind, the reminder he’d given Spencer last night in the cave. And yet, despite that warning, Spencer had allowed me to do as I wished. Of course, I’d chosen to avenge my father and kill Erick. I feel no regret about that decision even now. But still, feeling the impending trouble this is bound to cause for Spencer, I can’t help but feel anxious. As we’re chauffeured back to the castle, I can’t help but feel uncomfortable in the car next to Spencer. There’s this strange tension to him, and if I didn’t know better, I think I’d mistake it for nervousness. He shouldn’t have to go through any of this. I’m the one who killed Erick, after all. Spencer only respected my decision. If the Werewolf Council or the Lycan King seeks retribution, I’m the true culprit. I look over at him, admiring his silhouette in the car window. I want to reach out, to say something. I’m

Ivy's POVWhen I get to the dining hall the next day, the first thing I do is rush towards Beta Wilson. “Where did Prince Spencer go?” I demand. Beta Wilson frowns, looking away. “He’s gone to meet with the Werewolf Council.”My heart plummets, pure dread settling over me as I slowly begin to truly understand what’s happening. I’ve never had to deal with the Werewolf Council in person, thank goodness, but the things I’ve heard about them have been incredibly harsh. Rumour has it that the Council Elders are extremely rigid and strict, over-scrutinizing any behavior that doesn’t adhere to their rules. Every werewolf pack–and every Alpha–fears their rule. In a situation like the one I’ve landed us in, no doubt their reaction will be severe. “Is Spencer in danger?” I ask Beta Wilson. Beta Wilson hesitates. “The situation is… complicated.”“Complicated,” I repeat bluntly, unease welling up in the pit of my stomach. “Define complicated.”“I’m really not supposed to say–”“I’m Spencer’s

Ivy's POV“If the Werewolf Council Elders learn the truth, I’ll be put to trial immediately.”I suck in a deep breath before continuing my confession. “The Lycan Royal Family will finally have peace again. Maybe that’s what you want to see?” I tilt my head at Princess Sylvia, narrowing my eyes at her and hoping she’ll take the bait. If the princess sends me to the Werewolf Council, I can finally face the retribution I deserve, thus avoiding a war between the Lycans and the werewolves. “Miss Ivy is making things up. None of that is true!” Beta Wilson says immediately, eyes shifting nervously back and forth. I glare at him. “I killed Erick, and you saw it happen, Beta Wilson. I’m telling the truth,” I insist. “The Moon Goddess can bear witness.”My vow falls over Beta Wilson and Princess Sylvia heavily, plunging the room into silence. No one can lie before the Moon Goddess. Princess Sylvia stares at me intensely, seemingly unable to understand why I’d offer myself up for trial. She

Spencer's POVI’ve been stuck in a Werewolf Council suite for two days now, and there’s no indication I’ll be leaving anytime soon.It’s a massive, luxurious suite, with elegant furniture and fresh flowers and beautiful art on the walls, but I know it’s nothing but a pretty prison. Under the guise of protecting me, Elder Jet had numerous werewolf warriors stationed outside the building. I know what they’re really here for, though.They’re here to stop me from leaving. A sharp knock at my door shakes me from my thoughts. At the very least, they’ve let me bring my work here with me, but I’m too scatterbrained to focus on it much. I heave a sigh, checking the time on my watch. Lunch. I walk over to the door and open it up. A maid is waiting there, wheeling a food cart in. “Prince Spencer,” she says in a sultry voice, wheeling the cart into my room. She peers up through her eyelids and smiles at me suggestively. I purse my lips, looking at her outfit. Her neckline has been pulled low,

Ivy's POVThe halls of the Werewolf Council building are deathly silent. The warriors who brought me have since been dismissed, and now it’s just myself and Beta Wilson, who–out of concern for Spencer–has accompanied me all the way here. I rub the skin of my wrists anxiously. They’re still sore from the rope that was used to tie me up. Beta Wilson and I roam the halls in an eerie quiet, scared to disturb the seemingly unnatural peace that has fallen over the building. “Where are we going?” I ask Beta Wilson nervously. He frowns, looking back and forth anxiously. “I’m not quite sure–”Suddenly, I spot Veronica out of the corner of my eye, haunting the council hallways like a ghost. I whirl around in shock. “Veronica?” I call out, hardly believing what I’m seeing before me. Last I checked, Veronica had been escorted to the Werewolf Council as a traitor and a criminal. She doesn’t look like a prisoner, though. If anything, she looks like a guest. Her clothes are well-made and elegan