Ivy’s POVThe first thing I see when Spencer carries me out of the auction house is the incredible array of black luxury cars parked at the building’s entrance. Dozens of tall, burly men, all dressed in black suits, step swiftly out of the vehicles. They bow respectfully to Spencer, who barely seems to register their presence.They must all be Lycans. They have to be. After all, only Lycans could possess such a fierce, imposing presence. I know logically that Spencer, being a prince, must command entire armies of Lycans. But even still, seeing such a massive protective squad here at the auction house catches me off guard. Spencer’s Beta quickly opens the rear door of the second black luxury car in the lineup. “Prince,” he says, lowering his head respectfully Gently, carefully, with unexpected tenderness, Spencer places me in the seat. I feel dirty and impure against the sleek leather, still dressed in the horrible auction clothes I’ve been forced into. Spencer climbs into the seat
Ivy’s POVWhen I realize what Spencer is doing, my eyes snap open in shock. As his soft kisses trail along the length of my neck, making my heart catch and sputter, I glance towards the driver, worried that people may notice. Unexpectedly, the partition between the front and back of the car has already rolled up, giving Spencer and I absolute privacy. I let my eyelids flutter closed again, leaning closer into Spencer. The temperature in the car seems to be rising. My breath starts to quicken and become a bit more ragged as his kisses move unbearably slowly from my neck to my collarbone. The way he moves his lips, nipping and sucking gently, makes my heart pound in a way nothing has before. My one hand bunches the back of Spencer’s suit up in a fist, but I’m too gone to care about any consequences that may pose. I bite my lip hard, trying not to let out a moan.Just as Spencer’s lips are about to reach my chest, already mostly exposed from the auction outfit, I can’t help but gently
Ivy’s POVLuna?Is he referring to me?My heart starts to race. Startled, I wave my hands in denial, gesturing madly. “No, no, I’m not–”“She’s not my Luna,” Spencer says, glancing over at me and speaking casually. I let out a relieved breath and nod. The middle-aged man shoots me a probing look, then quickly averts his gaze and returns his attention to Spencer. “Apologies, Prince Spencer,” he says respectfully, then looks back at me. “And Miss…?”“Ivy.” I volunteer my name. “Ivy Bell.”As I speak, I can feel Spencer staring at me again. The weight of his stare upon me seems to be constant at this point, and I don’t know how to feel about it. Is this what my life will be like? “I’m Captain McAndrews” The man smiles kindly at me. “Please follow me, Miss Bell.”I look back at Spencer, wondering if he’s going to follow, but he seems to be chatting with a few members of his security detail. Silently, I let Captain McAndrews lead me into the palace. The massive double doors swing open w
Ivy's POVWithout wasting even a second, the maids push me into the washroom. “Wait!” I protest, trying to fend them off, but I’m still weak from the auction staff. “Take the jacket off,” the first maid commands.“I–what?” I fiddle with the hems anxiously. “No, you don’t understand, I–”The maids wrangle the jacket off of me. When they pull it away and reveal the clothes underneath, they burst into peals of mocking laughter. “Oh, I get it now!” The second maid exclaims. “You’re no one special. You’re just some whore who seduced Prince Spencer into bringing you back to the castle.”“I’m not a whore!” I protest indignantly. I reach for the jacket, but the maids pull it out of reach. “I’m an Alpha’s daughter.”“If you’re going to lie, at least make it convincing,” the first maid says, looking me up and down with a raised eyebrow. “You don’t even have a wolf. There’s no way you could possibly be of Alpha blood.”“I’m not a whore!” I argue again.“Really?” The second maid asks. “Which A
Ivy's POVEarly the next morning, before I even woke up, a crowd of maids rushed into my room.I gasp and sit up straight, but already the maids are tugging me out of bed. “What are you doing?” I ask, trying to pull the blankets tight and shake them off, but it’s no use.“Helping you,” one of the maids replies mockingly, pulling me onto the floor.The flurry of maids guides me through my morning routine, washing me up and dressing me in another fine gown–this one a pale green like lily pads. The bath is a bit better this time, and at least no soap bars are being pressed into my slowly-healing wounds. They’re not behaving like maids should, though–their movements are rough and pain-inducing, causing me to wince with every move they make. I have to bite back screams with every minute, knowing that any sound I make will only provoke more ridicule from the maids. I know they think I’m a whore, but I don’t think I could stand to hear it again. Once I’ve finished washing and getting d
Ivy's POV“Take off your clothes.”Prince Spencer's cold command rattles me to my core. I gape up at him in shock, touching the neckline of the leaf-green gown, completely unsure of myself. I know I might be humiliated by Spencer, but when the moment actually comes, I can’t help but tremble with fear. My hand slowly moves up my back, reaching for the delicate zipper, but I bite my lip to suppress my cry of pain as my arm seizes up. I cradle my arm against my chest, the pain from one of my wounds lancing through the limb, then reach back to try and unzip it again. I think Spencer notices me biting my lip, because he walks behind me, brushing his fingertips feather-light against my shoulder before taking the zipper from me. When our hands touch, I feel an unfamiliar sensation of pleasure start to spread through my body.I’ve never felt this way before. I can feel Spencer towering over me. His presence envelopes me as he stands behind me, an absolute force to be reckoned with. I can’
Ivy's POVI gaped up at Spencer in confusion, still trying to process what he’s said through the haze of lust clouding my thoughts.‘Hungry?’ He’d asked. Right.I nod, a bit sheepish. “It’s been awhile since I’ve eaten. I..um... Couldn’t find the dining hall.”Spencer extends his hand to me in a gentlemanly manner. I don’t quite understand what he wants from me, but I still place my hand in his. Compared to him, it’s tiny. Spencer hauls me up from the bed with ease, then reaches down and gathers my clothes from the floor. After he helps me put on my bra and panties, hands lingering on my breasts and hips, he slips the dress over my head and zips it up for me. I can’t help but feel surprised by his actions. Is Spencer choosing not to sleep with me because I’m hungry? Does it find it off-putting? He doesn’t seem angry, though. In fact, he seems to be looking out for me. As I continue to lose myself in my thoughts, my gaze suddenly latches onto Spencer’s. Maybe my confusion is too app
Spencer's POVWhen I get to my father’s office–the office of the Lycan King–I already know I’m in trouble.“Spencer!” My father says when I walk into his office, fixing me with his usual stern expression. “We need to talk.”I close the door behind me and take a seat opposite him. “Yes, Father.”“Did you buy a girl from the Omega auction?” My father asks. I simply nodded, not intending to say much more.“And did you bring her back here to the palace?” Once again, I nodded. He looks at me in shock. “Two years ago, a maid tried to seduce you, and you had her executed immediately. Since then, every she-wolf in the kingdom has been too scared to even approach you. Every one of them desires you, but don’t dare disturb you. Simply put, the women of this kingdom are terrified of you. No she-wolf has ever been held close to your heart. Could it be… is this girl your mate?”My father’s words remind me of the first time I saw her. Ivy. It was at the wedding of that Alpha and his wretched Luna