Semua Bab Rescuing His Enslaved Luna Queen: Bab 291 - Bab 300

Spencer's POV“I wanted your engagement to be cancelled so I could marry Delilah myself.” The words don’t hit me with the sort of impact Colin likely expects. Truthfully, I couldn’t care less about how he feels about my fiancé. But for the sake of maintaining the ruse, I let a small spark of anger ignite in my eyes and glower at Colin. “You wanted what?” I ask lowly, hissing the words out. “And you talked to our father about this?” Colin huffs, looking away. “It–it’s not what you think!” He stammers out.“Isn’t it?” I ask coldly. “I saw the way you spoke with Ivy. The way you flirted with her. You–you tried to put your hands on her!” Here, my anger is real, blood boiling as I remember how I felt watching Colin try to hit on Ivy over and over again. “You tried to drive a wedge between us, and you didn’t rest until you succeeded. But the moment she and I split up, you’re after the girl I’m with now? How fucking pathetic are you?” “But Ivy didn’t mean anything to me!” Colin protests.

Ivy's POV“Explain.” My voice isn’t cold, exactly, as I stare Delilah down. I’m not trying to be mean, but I know now to keep my distance when it comes to dealing with her–to not get invested, to keep my cards close to my chest. I tilt my head at her and narrow my eyes, waiting for an answer. Delilah shrugs weakly, looking away. She looks scared and defeated, but I don’t buy it for one second. She swooped in like a vulture picking at the weak spots in my relationship with Spencer, and she struck the moment she saw an opening. If Delilah is capable of being that heartless when it comes to Spencer, I don’t think there are any lines she’s beyond crossing. I don’t like what she could do. I find my hand drifting over my stomach protectively. I wonder what she’d think if she found out about my pregnancy. I wonder what she’d do. “I haven’t been able to get a hold of Spencer,” Delilah says in a quiet, tremulous voice. She takes a step towards me. Instinctively, I push Jason behind me,

Spencer's POVAs the three of us make our way into my father’s office, an uncanny sense of quiet fills the air. I’m no stranger to death. I’ve been on the battlefield for almost as long as I’ve been alive–I’ve taken more lives than I could possibly count, and I’ve seen more deaths taken than I could possibly count. I’m not called the God of Death for nothing. I’ve had the immense displeasure of seeing the demise of people I knew prior, and that, too, has always been rather jarring. I’ve always managed to keep my cool, though. To remain distant and detached. Why should this be any different?But I can see him at the desk now, body slumped over. There’s blood dribbled from his lips and caught in his beard, splatter arcing across the desk. Colin was right–his skin is tinged ever so slightly blue, and his eyes are wide open and bulging. My father is dead. He’s dead right in front of me. My mother lets out a soft gasp. She approaches the desk slowly, one hand extended tentatively. Fo

Spencer's POV“Lycan Prince Colin Flint shall replace Lycan Prince Spencer Flint as the new Crown Prince of the Lycan Royal Family.”The words fill the air, leaving Colin and I in stunned silence. We both look at each other, eyes wide with shock. Colin? The Lycan Crown Prince? Surely my father wouldn’t actually make such a change. We may have had our issues, our squabbles, lately. But my father has borne witness to Colin’s endless pettiness throughout his entire life. He’s seen Colin at his absolute worst, which is certainly not a pretty thing to behold. My father was too smart a man to ever trust Colin to actually run a kingdom. He may have threatened to replace me with Colin, but certainly not in a successional capacity. And even in the threats he did make, I never actually believed him. It just wouldn’t make sense to replace me with Colin.And yet, as much as I hate to admit it, I could see it being possible. That is a freshly-sealed envelope, and my father was right when he po

Spencer's POV “I don’t think you should come with us, Colin.”My mother’s voice is crisp and cold, leaving no room for argument. I have to suppress a smug smile as Colin’s face twists and contorts into a mask of sheer horror. “But–you’re cutting me out of this now?” He asks frantically. He turns to look at me, a glare darkening his features. “Spencer will turn you against me! I know he will!” “Depending on what the autopsy reveals, he may not need to do anything to turn me against you,” my mother says coldly. “I knew my husband. He would never name you as his successor. Something here is truly amiss, and I have no intention of finding myself on the wrong side of history. Go to your chambers, Colin. If I need anything else from you, I’ll mind link you directly.” “You can’t do this!” Colin protests. My mother shrugs, looking him up and down coldly. “If you truly had nothing to do with any of this, I’m sorry for hurting your feelings. But the risk of your involvement is too great. F