บททั้งหมดของ Rescuing His Enslaved Luna Queen: บทที่ 311 - บทที่ 320

Spencer's POV“So what’s going on between you and Delilah?” Ivy’s question catches me abruptly off guard. I raise an eyebrow as I turn to look at her. “What do you mean?” I ask, doing my best to keep my voice steady. “We’re engaged. It’s really quite straightforward.” Considering my father was murdered, it’s more important to me than ever that I keep Ivy safe. No matter what. “Alright,” Ivy says slowly. “But you just–I mean, you knew Delilah for a while before the two of you were engaged. And we were together. And we were… fine, I guess. And then, all of a sudden, you were engaged.” Ivy draws in a breath, and I can tell that the pain of remembering what happened between us is getting to her. It hurts me every time to know just how much this whole mess has affected her. She deserves to be loved, and protected, and cherished. She deserves to know what’s going on. I wish I could do that for her, but now most certainly isn’t the time. “But you don’t seem to care about her, I guess,

Spencer's POV“What is it?” I’m sitting on the edge of my seat, clutching the sides of my chair as I lean forward. I fix Alpha Leo with a piercing glare as I ask the question, looking him up and down carefully and hoping to read him for anything he may otherwise be trying to hide. Alpha Leo grabs a stack of papers from a nearby table and flips through them. I recognize the official letterhead of the pack hospital, as well as the looping signature of Doctor Danbury along one of the bottom pages. “The potion is one of Elder Jet’s concoctions,” Alpha Leo tells me solemnly. My eyes widen. “What?” I ask in shock. “How–how do you know?”And how could Colin have gotten his hands on such a poison? I know Colin is power-hungry and eager to tear my life apart, but I never thought he’d stoop so low as to conspire with our very worst enemies–the enemies who have tried over and over again to wipe out this entire family. But then again, I never thought Colin would stoop so low as to kill our

Ivy's POVBefore I get the chance to scream for help, one of the “kitchen staff” slaps his greasy palm over my mouth. “M-mmph!” The scream is swallowed back into my throat, and I can feel tears starting to well up in my eyes. I try to struggle away from the firm grasp, but just then, the second member of the kitchen staff steps up behind me. I crash into his large body. Adrenaline course through my veins, a steady thrum, but there’s nowhere for it to go as large hands close around my wrists. The two men have me pinned. “Now, listen here, girlie,” the first man says. He pushes his hand even further against my mouth, and I squirm uncomfortably as my neck is twisted against the torso of the second man. “We’re agents of Elder Jet. You’ve heard of him, hm? Even met him in person? So you’re no stranger to what he’s capable of. Blink once if you’re with me so far.” I have no idea what to do, but my heart is racing and I’m starting to feel lightheaded from the man’s hand pressed against

Spencer's POVAs soon as my message to Captain McAndrews goes through, I return my focus to Alpha Leo. He’s still sprawled out on Gamma Everly’s couch. He’s been helpful so far, sure, but there’s still something so revolting about watching a man I know as my enemy recline in my palace. “There’s just one thing I keep wondering,” I say slowly. “How could the poison have gotten into my father’s system?” I’m asking the question to Gamma Everly, not Alpha Leo. I figure this sort of thing will be out of his wheelhouse. But much to my surprise, Alpha Leo is the one who narrows his eyes in thought. “Just track the history of his food service,” Alpha Leo says. “The poison was ingested, right? Freshly so. Looking at his stomach contents would probably do the trick. Or tracing back whether he had any food ordered to his office. Based on Doctor Danbury’s report, it was a quick-acting poison. Look at the time frame for that.” I hesitate, trying to figure out if there’s any sense to what he’s

Spencer's POVThe moment I realize who Delilah is fighting, a cold shiver of realization runs down my spine. It all makes sense now–the royal deception, the chaos that’s been plaguing this entire day, the endless destruction wrought about the dungeon. My blood runs cold as I watch the familiar wolf dig his claws into Delilah’s flank, pulling up tufts of her jet black fur and tossing them about the dungeon floor. Delilah is currently locked in vicious, unrelenting combat with Captain McAndrews. Some part of me is impressed at the sight before me–despite the advanced training and strength of her opponent, Delilah is moving swiftly and fluidly, retaliating and swiping with a confidence I wouldn’t have usually expected. She may be bleeding, but so is Captain McAndrews. For the time being, at least, she’s managed to hold her own. “Is that…” Gamma Everly breathes out beside me. I nod shakily. “Yes,” I reply. “That’s Captain McAndrews.” Gamma Everly looks at the scene in abject horror