Rescuing His Enslaved Luna Queen のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

Ivy's POVUpon being discovered, Elder Jet stands up slowly and turns around, eyeing his warriors cautiously. I can see that he’s trying to keep himself calm, drawing in slow, deep breaths. But seething anger–as well as panic–sparks in his eyes as he looks around. “Alpha Jameson has already fallen in battle!” Elder Jet shouts, projecting his voice. “And many of our men are injured or dead. In order to preserve our forces, I’ll be withdrawing with some of our warriors to prevent further losses. Stay strong, men!” I raise an eyebrow at the sheer audacity of what Elder Jet is saying, but much to my dismay, his werewolf warriors seem to be believing him well enough. “Fight Prince Spencer now, Leo!” Elder Jet roars at Alpha Leo. “Buy us time for the retreat!” Before anyone gets the chance to react to Elder Jet’s words, he quickly twists around and flees into the crowd of warriors, vanishing into the nearby forests in a flash so quickly Spencer doesn’t get the chance to chase after him

Ivy's POVAfter hearing my words, Spencer is silent for a moment, clearly lost in thought. I look at him with wide, pleading eyes, quietly begging him to take my words to heart. I’m fairly certain his original mission was to capture, not to kill–even though the battle got wildly out of hand, things seem to have settled now, so hopefully everyone can go back to that plan before any more blood needs to be shed. “Tie Alpha Leo up and take him back to the palace,” Spencer says abruptly. He releases Alpha Leo and shifts fluidly into his human form. At the sight of his piercing eyes, perfectly tousled hair, and flawless musculature beneath his tight bloody clothes, a thrill rushes through me. If the fighting is over, that mean soon enough we can return to the palace and…I’m torn from my thoughts by a sudden commotion. I look over to see Alpha Leo thrashing wildly as a royal warrior pulls him to his feet, teeth snapping madly. He looks so erratic and disheveled that for a moment I’m afr

Ivy's POVA few days after the battle, after we’ve all packed up the camp, Spencer and I make our return to the Lycan palace along with the rest of the warriors. The car containing me, Spencer, the boy from the enemy pack–whose name, we’ve learn, is Jason–and Gamma Everly pulls up to the palace. I breathe out a sigh of relief upon seeing the familiar array of towers and arches and lush gardens, realizing that after all this time, the palace finally feels like home. Spencer wraps his arm around me tightly, pressing a gentle kiss to my cheek. “We’re here,” he says with a soft smile.Gamma Everly opens the car door before a maid can open it for us. “I’ll be going to the Lycan hospital with the rest of the warriors for treatment and checkups,” she says. Now that she’s changed out of her armour, I can see the great many wounds stretching across her skin–she’s in desperate need of medical attention. “If you’d join us, Prince Spencer?”Spencer shakes his head. “I must report the status of

Ivy's POVI struggle and thrash as the warriors drag me to the dungeon, but they’re holding me so tightly I can feel them starting to bruise my skin. It’s no use. Even at full strength, I’m still weak and wolfless. I’ll never be able to fend for myself again. One warrior holds my wrists together tightly while the other unlocks one of the cells. The sound of iron bars dragging along the stone floor makes me cringe, a terrible sound that scrapes at the inside of my skull. The moment the cell door is opened, the warrior holding me pushes me inside roughly. “You can’t do this–” I protest angrily, but the warriors slam the cell doors shut and leave. I huff, grabbing the bars of the cell and rattling them in frustration. It’s not fair. I’m the Lycan Crown Prince’s mate–one would assume that would grant me at least an ounce of respect in this palace, but I’m still being hauled around like trash. “So you’re a traitor now, too?”I whirl around, surprised to see Alpha Leo leaning against t

Spencer's POVJust as I’m leaving the Lycan King’s office, I bump into Sylvia around the corner.“Spencer!” She exclaims when she sees me, rushing forward and grabbing my arm. Her eyes are wide with concern, and she’s clearly worried about something. Although I’d heard from Ivy and the Lycan King that Sylvia has been injured–and the evidence of her attack is clearly visible on her skin–I’ve always been fairly indifferent towards my siblings. To me, they’re just other names on the family tree, other people who live in the palace. Nothing more, nothing less. I can’t even remember the last time I thought about my younger brother Colin. I’ve never disliked my siblings, but I can’t say I’ve cared for them, either. We usually avoid each other unless strictly necessary. So seeing Sylvia blocking my path like this is puzzling to me. What could she possibly want? For the first time, I take note of Sylvia’s pale, bruised face and her wide-open eyes. There seems to be a stress hovering aroun