บททั้งหมดของ Rescuing His Enslaved Luna Queen: บทที่ 251 - บทที่ 260

Ivy's POVYou’re pregnant, Ivy. All at once, the world seems to collapse in on itself. I feel like I could pass out all over again as the hospital bed starts to tilt beneath me and the wallpaper twists itself into knots. I can feel my heart starting to race and my breath starting to quicken but maybe that’s not me and it’s actually all the baby– Pregnant? I suppose it’s possible–I mean, all things considered with how Spencer and I have conducted ourselves before, it’s most definitely very possible–but pregnancy has never felt like something that could happen to me. It seems like it should be a reality disconnected from myself. I’ve always wanted kids. I have a son already. But a baby? A baby I’ll give birth to myself? How am I supposed to raise an infant? I glance over at Spencer to see how he’s taking the news. He’s gone red in the face, with wide eyes and a slack jaw. For once, he looks completely, utterly dumbfounded. Spencer’s the father. Of course he is. Who else would it

Ivy's POVAs I watch Spencer leave my room, I can feel my heart plummeting into my stomach. I glance over at Sylvia, Wilson, and Dr. Danbury reluctantly, shame burning my cheeks. “I’m sorry you had to see that, guys,” I say awkwardly. “I just. Um. This whole situation has been..” I trail off, not quite sure how to finish the sentence. How could I even explain the depths of what I’m feeling right now? I want to raise a child with Spencer, but not when we’re like this. I hate him. I love him. I don’t know what our future is going to look like, and that terrifies me. The mere thought of him makes me feel sick to my stomach, but whenever I’m apart from him I can feel the stress eating me alive. Really, there’s no good option for me. Wilson clears his throat. “I need to check on some… military stuff,” he says abruptly, standing up and heaving towards the door. He shoots a pointed look towards Sylvia. “Let me know if you need anything?” “I can also give the two of you some space,” Dr.

Spencer's POVIt’s been a day since I got the news about Ivy’s pregnancy announcement, and I still have no idea what I’m supposed to do. I’m deathly tired–I wasn’t able to sleep last night, thanks to the endless cacophony of thoughts rattling around my brain. Who is Ivy to deny me access to my mate, to the child she carries? Failing to raise that child would be a true failure as a man, and I can’t even stomach the thought. A child is supposed to be my legacy. The mark I leave on this world. A reminder of the goodness, the purity, of life itself. If Ivy truly doesn’t want me around, I have no idea how I’m supposed to respond. She’ll have access to everything she could ever want or need, of course. Doctor’s appointments, maternity clothes, whatever foods her pregnancy cravings leave her wanting. And I’m already having facilities drawn up for the child, including a nursery right beside Ivy’s bedroom. I’m doing what I can without directly getting involved, but I want to get involved.

Spencer's POV“Miss Delilah–” Suddenly, Colin’s voice becomes whiny, plaintive. The voice of a spoiled child who didn’t get what he wanted. I can’t help but chuckle–Colin wanted to rile Delilah up, to rattle her, but it didn’t work. I may not know how Delilah feels about any of this, but I do know that she’s smart enough not to be fooled by such obvious schemes. Colin thinks I love Delilah now, so he’s trying to drive a wedge in our relationship. Exactly as I saw coming. It’s almost pathetic how predictable he is. But even still–to try and drive a wedge in my future marriage like this? Delilah and I aren’t in love, but if we were, this attempt of his would cause so much pain. And that pain is exactly what he wants. I’d say this is a new low for Colin, but I think he’s always been this desperate to drag me down. My being engaged has just given him yet another avenue to try and ruin my life. “Go, please,” Delilah says primly. “I’m so sorry if I’ve offended you in any way,” Colin

Ivy's POVAs the guards retrieve me from my room harshly and begin to drag me down the hallway roughly, I can feel the familiar set of anxieties starting to creep in. Have I done something to upset some member of the Lycan Royal Family? They seem to quite enjoy having me dragged out of my room and into dreadfully uncomfortable scenarios. I do my best to shrug the guards off of me, but their hands are thick and sturdy and I can’t quite shake their grasp. “Where are you taking me?” I cry out. “Do the dungeon,” one of the guards replies. My stomach twists. I remember my last dreadful trip to the dungeon. “No, please!” I shriek. “Whatever you think I’m done, I’m sure it’s all just been some sort of misunderstanding–” The other guard snickers. “We’re not arresting you, girlie,” he says. “We’re having you brought in so you can consult on a very fresh investigation.” “Oh,” I frown. “Then let go of me, you thugs!” The guards both laugh as they let go of my wrists. I glower up at both o