His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

Chapter 11

“Two hours?” I asked her, my voice a shriek. I looked at the small alarm clock. I gasped and jumped to my feet in shock.

“I’m sorry, I must have dozed off; I hadn’t slept. I will do it now,” I tell Clarice.

“What do you mean you haven’t slept?”

“Abbie and I have been up since ЗAM yesterday morning, well Abbie fell asleep in the car here, but love couldn’t sleep, then we had to work,” Clarice sighed while shaking her head.

“I didn’t know, but get your a*s in there. I tried to clean the King’s room, but he said it’s your job, so you have to do it.”

“Is he mad? Am I in trouble?”

“Of course he’s mad; he’s the King. You made him wait for a rogue servant,” she said. She smiled sadly, yet l saw her disappointment. Clarice stepped closer and patted my back in what was supposed to be a nice gesture. However, I hissed and jerked away from her touch as pain rippled up my back.

“Get it together, Ivy, you are the King’s servant, I am trying to help, but I can only do so much,” She scolded, and I nodded my head. Clarice then walked out, leaving me; I slipped out of my room after her. Lying down was the worst mistake. I felt stiff to add to the pain. I hesitantly reached up to knock on the door.

the chaise reading under the lamp when I entered. He had blue pajama pants on, his chest b**e. I quickly looked away, moving to do the task at hand. My hands trembled as I cleaned up the mess on his table. His aura told me he

despite wanting to scream with each movement. Only when I looked up, the

when you are done,” He spoke before going back to his

out. I made the horrendous trek down the steps; I wondered what my punishment would be when I spotted that guard again. Maybe it was a statue? He hadn’t moved. How is that possible? I wave my hand in front of his

as she pointed to the plate on

can’t. The King asked me to go back to see

it. It is not the first time I have gone hungry, and I am sure it won’t be the last that I am sure of. I used the banister to help force my legs up the stairs for the hundredth time today; this was a joke. Maybe after a while, if he doesn’t k**l me, he will let me keep some supplies in my room, save me walking up the steps every time I needed a cloth or broom or something.

I was about to be k****d or hurt for my mistake. He stepped aside, and I kept my eyes to the floor when I moved past him. I stood how Mrs. Daley taught us. Hands behind my back, looking straight ahead. Everything burned and

Clarice give you

“Yes, sir”

went to explain but quickly shut my mouth, knowing it was my fault and I had no good enough

swallowed, was I allowed

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