All Chapters of Rescuing His Enslaved Luna Queen: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Spencer's POV“You need to reject your mate.” I look over at my mother in irritation, crossing my arms over my chest. We’ve only just swept out of the banquet hall and into a small private meeting room, but my mother is certainly not one to beat around the bush, and I can see from the steely look in her eye that she's absolutely made up her mind. She hates Ivy, and there’s nothing I can do to get around that fact. As much as I hate it, I might as well let go of the notion of my family opening up to accept her. For as long as Ivy remains in this palace, I know my mother will do everything she can to make her life a living hell. “You know I’m not going to reject her, Mother,” I say impatiently, already turning to leave. This is a waste of time, and I want to be with Ivy now. I don’t need to entertain her cruelty any longer, and I have no interest in seeing how many other people she can rope into her schemes. “Wait!” She cries out, grabbing my arm. I turn around and look down at m

Ivy's POVOnce Delilah has left the palace and Spencer has returned to his training, I walk through the winding palace halls to invite Princess Sylvia to the picnic. I knock on the door, rocking back on my heels as I wait for the princess to let me in. When the door finally opens, Princess Sylvia looks surprised to see me. “Ivy!” She exclaims. “Um, is there something you need…?”“Hi, Princess Sylvia. Spencer, Delilah, and I were going to throw a picnic,” I explain. “I was wondering if you’d like to join us?” “Delilah–oh, that Alpha’s daughter?” The princess seems utterly shocked by the invitation. She hesitates for a moment, staring at me with wide eyes. I wait patiently for her answer. Her surprise makes sense, I suppose–after all, virtually every one of our interactions have involved her bullying me in some way, shape, or form. She’d even gone so far as to accidentally get us dragged into the enemy’s trap. I can tell Princess Sylvia doesn’t dislike me anymore, after everything w

Ivy's POV“Do we have everything we need?” I ask, setting the last couple items into the picnic basket. The day of the picnic has finally arrived, and I, for one, am excited. Sylvia, Delilah, and I are all dressed in breezy sundresses that flutter in the wind, while Spencer looks more casual than I’ve ever seen him in shorts and a polo shirt. We’ve loaded the picnic basket with chips, fruit, and meat, and we’ve also all brought our swimsuits for if the water is nice enough to swim. Luckily, the weather seems to be on our side, and the world seems to buzz with excitement. Despite the air of delighted summer fun that I can feel settling over the whole event, Sylvia seems especially downtrodden. I can understand why. While it’s easy enough for me or Spencer or Delilah to ignore Beta Wilson’s absence, no doubt Sylvia is feeling it with every fiber of her being. “This is the last thing,” Delilah replies, handing me a container of perfectly-sliced watermelon. “Amazing!”I place the cont

Ivy's POVBefore anyone can answer Delilah’s question, Beta Wilson emerges from the treeline, looking crestfallen. The moment Sylvia sees him, she shakes her head, looking away from him pointedly. She folds her arms across her chest in a clear refusal to acknowledge Beta Wilson at all. “I’m afraid I’m not in the mood for any more games,” she says primly. Delilah tilts her head in confusion. “But we haven’t played any games yet…?”She trails off, waiting for someone to elaborate, but no one seems to have it in them to explain what’s happened. “I’m afraid I won’t be joining, either,” Beta Wilson says, glancing over at Sylvia with obvious heartbreak on his face. “Oh,” Delilah says, clearly disappointed. Seeing her upset expression, my heart twinges. We put this whole day together to help her feel better about everything–it’s not Delilah’s fault that Sylvia and Beta Wilson’s drama has seeped into everything.I’m still a bit worried about Sylvia, and I want to talk to her at some poi

Ivy's POVThe two wolves close in on me from either side, moving faster than before. My heart thuds in my chest like a marching band’s drum. I spin in quick circles, looking in either direction, but there’s no escape.They’re too close for me to run, and I don’t have my weapon anymore. Still, I raise my fists, kicking the wolves back as they circle me and snap their jaws. My right foot connects with the muzzle of one of the wolves, and I feel a burst of satisfaction as he recoils. “Ha!” I grin in elation. “Take that!”Just as I try to run past him, though, I feel an excruciating pain in my left forearm. I let out a scream, whirling around to see the other wolf pulling his bloody mouth away from my muzzle. Arcs of pain lance up and down the limb, and I cradle my arm against my chest, lookin down in horror at the puncture wounds oozing blood freely. As I press my palm against the wounds, trying to staunch the flow of blood, I suddenly feel a wolf’s jaws clamp around my waist–not wi