Lahat ng Kabanata ng Rescuing His Enslaved Luna Queen: Kabanata 241 - Kabanata 250

Ivy's POVAt Spencer’s words, an immediate jolt of shock ripples through me. “No.” I shake my head immediately, breaking eye contact with Spencer. I can’t stand to look at him after what he just said. “No, I–that doesn’t make sense. Jason couldn’t have done this! Jason wouldn’t have done this, that’s absolutely absurd–” I draw in shallow, rapid breaths and can immediately feel the lack of oxygen hitting me. I feel like I’m underwater, the sounds and sensations around me miles away. Spencer reaches out and grabs my hand, no doubt an attempt to bring me back to reality, but his hand feels like ice. “Ivy, please. You have to listen to me,” Spencer says quietly. “After realizing I hadn’t seen Jason for awhile, I went to go check in on his training, but I overheard him speaking with Warrior Lance about having the chefs in the kitchen poison your meal tonight. Warrior Lance was the one who planned the whole thing, but Jason is the one who carried it out. Jason brought wolfsbane to corrup

Ivy's POVAs he considers the possibility of being put to death, Jason’s eyes widen in fear, and his lower lip starts to tremble. My heart twinges with sadness for him. Despite everything he’s done, Jason didn’t ask for any of this. Beneath it all, he’s just a scared kid who got dragged into a war he never had any intention of playing a part in. He’s made some mistakes, sure. But I won’t let him be killed for them. “He tried to kill you,” Spencer points out impassively. “And such a dire crime–attempted assassination of a resident of this palace–is easily punishable by death,” Captain McAndrews adds. “As our protocol dictates.” “Even if the attempted assassin is a child?” I ask, mouth agape. “We don’t usually make exceptions,” Spencer says coldly. I can feel myself starting to tremble. “You can’t seriously be considering this, Spencer. He’s your son!” Spencer remains silent, but I can feel his unspoken retort: no, he’s YOUR son!I feel as though I’m completely alone in this si

Ivy's POV“Jason is the illegitimate son of an Alpha and a witch.” At Lance’s words, I feel my blood run cold. Still holding Jason’s chains tight, Captain McAndrews lets out an audible gasp, raising his gaze to the heavens. “Moon Goddess spares his soul,” Captain McAndrews murmurs. Held firm in Spencer’s tight grasp, Lance starts to chuckle, a cruel smile warping and distorting his once-amicable features. “I thought the witches were long gone, vanished decades ago,” I tell Spencer in surprise, meeting his gaze. Spencer shrugs, expression impassive. “So did we. But with the evidence of those red potions Elder Jet has been using this whole time, as well as his extensive poison knowledge…” he trails off. “I’m afraid it’s very possible that the witches–or at least one witch–is still present today.” A shiver runs down my spine. Witches are the stuff of fairy tales–wretched hags who creep and lurk in the shadows, twisted godless women with strange rituals and practices. Witches are th

Ivy's POV“He tried to kill you, Ivy.” Spencer seems exasperated by the conversation. He’s shifting back and forth, and keeps shooting angry glares at both Lance and Jason. I can tell that he’d much rather be out of here by now. “But he wouldn’t have tried to kill me without outside influence!” I protest, looking at Jason. “That was all Lance’s doing.” “He hated you plenty before I showed up,” Lance chimes in. “All I did was give him a plan. He was more than willing to participate!” I raise an eyebrow at Jason. “Is that true?” “I–I–” Jason’s face flushes a deep, frustrated red, and his lower lip starts to tremble. “I don’t know! My mother just died and the war was the Lycan Royal Family’s fault and everything was a mess! What was I supposed to think?” I breathe out a slow sigh, then purse my lips, thinking intently. I want to make sure Jason is provided with all the opportunities in the world to change and learn and grow as a person. Now that everything has been revealed, now t

Ivy's POVWhen I wake up in an unfamiliar room, all I can focus on is the pounding in my head. My eyes blink open blearily, and I manage to prop myself up onto my elbows, sitting half-upright. My head feels as though it’s been stuffed with cotton, and as I raise my arm to adjust my hair, I catch sight of the IV on the back of my hand. The sight of needles tugging under my skin makes me wince.Wait–needles? All at once, I realize where I am. I’m in a hospital bed. “Ivy!” Spencer exclaims, relieved. My eyes widen as I look to my left, where I can see Spencer, Sylvia, and Wilson sitting in the corner of my room. It doesn’t seem like they’ve been here long at all–they all seem tensed-up, not yet comfortable in their seats. As I take in my surroundings, all three of them are looking at me with concern. “What… what happened?” I murmur blearily. “We don’t quite know yet,” Spencer replies, stone-faced. Though he’s done his best to school his expression, it’s not quite working. I know h