Lahat ng Kabanata ng Rescuing His Enslaved Luna Queen: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

Ivy's POVAs we walk through the dark woods, I find myself trailing behind Alpha Leo.It’s not my intention to move slowly–I’m completely and utterly lost in thought, a storm of anxiety racing through my mind. I’m worried about Princess Sylvia, about Spencer out there on the battlefield up against who knows what, about Alpha Leo and what he may have in store for me. The unknowns are building up to an excruciating high. The more stressed I get, the more my gaze lingers on the dark trees surrounding me, and my feet move slower and slower along the forest floor. Alpha Leo looks back at me in mild annoyance, tugging my arm to indicate I need to pick up the pace. “Hurry up,” he complains, rolling his eyes. “Do you really think you’ll be able to escape? Please. Quit wasting your energy scheming and just follow me.”Alpha Leo’s words catch me off-guard, and suddenly, I find myself frozen in place. “I wasn’t scheming–”My words die in my mouth as, in a split second, Alpha Leo shifts fluidly

Ivy's POVThe longer Alpha Leo’s arm remains wrapped around me, the more I struggle. It’s no use, though. His hold on me is firm. But the moment we step past the pack house doors and out of Alpha Jameson’s line of sight, Alpha Leo lets go of me. I recoil from him immediately, moving a couple paces away and skewering him with a glare. “I’m sorry,” Alpha Leo says apologetically. I raise a disbelieving eyebrow at him. He crosses the room and twists open a door, gesturing for me to step inside. I follow him over reluctantly, staring into the room. My stomach sinks. It’s a bedroom. The room is sparsely furnished–a small twin bed, a desk, and a chest of drawers shoved in the corner. A cold, utilitarian bedroom. I can feel myself starting to detach from reality as I look up at Alpha Leo. I know what this is. “Oh,” I say quietly, hesitating in the doorway. “It’s not like that!” Alpha Leo clarifies immediately, pulling away hastily. He shakes his head in disgust, quickly realizing w

Spencer's POVGamma Everly and I lead our warriors into battle. My group of warriors follows behind me, and Gamma Everly’s warriors follow her. We move swiftly and silently, eyeing the borders as the guards suddenly switch up and begin to relieve each other of their duties. The entire pack is bordered by a combination of ancient stone walls and wrought iron fencing that at a first glance appears impenetrable, but a closer look quickly betrays weaknesses. While the shift rotation seems coordinated and well-planned, any shift change is bound to reveal vulnerabilities, and theirs is no exception. We crouch low in the trees, anticipating the perfect moment to infiltrate. There. The guards move away from their posts for just a split-second. I gesture to Gamma Everly with my right hand: it’s go time. Quickly, easily, we breach the enemy pack’s borders. We could’ve fought our way through directly, sure, but that’s not the primary goal of our current operation. I’m keeping my focus on ou

Spencer's POVI charge at Elder Jet with my claws extended and tackle him to the ground. Elder Jet huffs as his back hits the grass. In an instant, he shifts fluidly into his wolf form–a brown wolf with gray-speckled form–and manages to throw me off of him. I grunt as I land a couple paces away, already sprinting back towards him and ready to continue the fight. Although Elder Jet is old, it’s evident that he has extensive battle experience. He dodges and weaves through the swarm of fighting werewolves, seeming perfectly at peace in all the chaos and confusion. Every time I slash at him, he manages to duck away, grabbing a werewolf and using him as a human shield to absorb the blow. As my claws pierce a third werewolf warrior’s skin, I shake my head in disgust at Elder Jet’s deceitful tactics. “Stop hiding and fight me yourself!” I bellow at him, wiping the blood from my hands. “Look at these warriors that you’ve slaughtered!” Elder Jet shouts. I raise an eyebrow, tensing up and

Ivy's POVEvery eye outside the pack house is locked onto Prince Spencer, breaths held in anticipation of his next move. Alpha Jameson grips me tighter, squeezing at my neck so hard my breath comes in strangled gasps. I can feel the tense fear in his stance. He’s well aware of the lines he crossed, the point of no return. He’s gone too far, and he knows it. No one has any idea what Spencer is about to do next. Standing a couple dozen meters away from Alpha Jameson and I, Spencer’s silhouette seems to melt into the night as though he’s made completely of shadows. His eyes pierce the darkness like blades, expression cold and inscrutable. With blood on his hands and that horrifying steely glint to his eye, he looks well deserving of his title as the God of Death. Everyone here should be afraid of what’s to come. “Ha!” Suddenly, Spencer lets out a disdainful laugh. Alpha Jameson jolts at the sound. His hand starts to tremble ever so slightly on my neck. As happy as I am to see Alp