His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

Clarice looked uncertain as she glanced between the King and me before turning and giving me a sad smile.

“Abbie, go get changed, dear,” she says to Abbie, and l s*****w the bile down that rose in my throat. My cheeks heat under his gaze horrified he was expecting me to strip in front of him.

“Forgive me, my king, but is there a reason you have requested her to change in front of you?”

“She lied to my Gamma, now change,” he orders. I look at Clarice, and she nods, telling me to do what he has asked and motions for me to remove my clothes. My fingers tremble as I try to undo the buttons.

“Please, sir,” I murmur.

“Quiet, remove them,” he says, leaving no room for argument when a male servant walks in.

“Out!” The King bellows at the man; he rushes off before Clarice walks over, shutting the door, so no one else walks in. She stands in front of it like she is keeping guard.

“Do I need to come over and undress you?” He snaps, clearly running out of patience. I shake my head, quickly poking the buttons through the holes. I try to turn away to shield myself. My bra was so thin that it was almost see-through, and my breathing was heavy as panic set in.

“This is taking too long,” the King snaps before he is behind me and yanks my blouse off. I shriek, covering myself with my hands. I hear the King inhale a sharp breath before he growls low and deep in the back of his throat. The deep rough sound, made goosebumps rise on my skin. My entire body swayed, and Clarice looked like she was about to faint at the King’s actions of touching a filthy rogue or was she worried for me because she suddenly stepped forward.

“Sir, I can do that,” I hear her say when I suddenly feel fingers run down my back, over my scar ravaged skin, and over the bandage that wrapped around my torso and lower back where the new wounds lay.

His fingers brushed over the markings that couldn’t be covered by the bandages entirely as they were too high up my back. Abbie had wrapped them around my body as best she could, the bandages so tight it pushed my b***s up. I was mortified.

“Turn around,” he says, his voice softer, and I shake my head, embarrassed at the situation I am in. I have never been naked in front of anyone but Abbie and Mrs. Daley. The idea of a man seeing me sickened me, let alone the King.

His hands fall on my shaking shoulders. “Please turn around, Ivy,” he says, turning me slowly. I clench my eyes shut, not wanting to see the disgust on his face when his hand cups my cheek, wiping a stray tear. Cursing myself for letting it fall, knowing the punishment for tears mainly was the worst.

“Put your arms down.”

Sir, my bra is see-through; you will see me,” I whisper, still refusing

arms out of the way,” he says, and I nod, cupping my

eyes fly open at the noise when she rushes forward, drops on her knees, and starts begging for me at his feet. The King stops looking down at her like he

didn’t mean it. She will be good. It just startled her; I will take her punishment, just leave her be. Please, I beg

my throat, his silver eyes watching me framed with thick

demands using his Alpha

fine, Abbie. You didn’t do

I punish her?”

out, she didn’t mean it, I swear. We know not to make noise; she didn’t know the Beta was

you please explain what they are talking about?” The King asks, pinching the bridge of his nose and

to pain?”

I look to Abbie just as confused by

peeling off the bandages when they fall away; he asks me to turn. I do as he asks and wait for the lashings I am sure will come. Clarice gasps, Abbie whimpers, her fingers brushing my ankle as a

did this?”

both say in

yet his voice sounded appalled and laced with

solitude; I learned that early when I told Mrs. Daley, Betty, who was Mrs. Daley’s best friend, had broken the vase and not Taylor; she was another Rogue we met when we first got there. Mrs. Daley locked me in a cupboard for a week, Abbie snuck me water, and Taylor was sentenced to d***h for it

times?” King

three; Ivy got

done something terrible for this sort of punishment. We both nod,

did you do?”

three windowsills, and Ivy took half my punishment. We shared the sweeping, but Ivy took all the blame, so she got two for each room. We promise there simply wasn’t time, we had to meet the Alpha, or we

and unswept floors?” he growls. The noise is so frightening we both jump, and land flinch away from

some pain relief for me, Clarice,” he says, his hand settling on my ribs; the warmth of them sent tingles across my skin. I don’t move for fear of what will happen if

sir,” Clarice says, rushing