His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

Chapter 15

The movement makes me cringe in pain as my ribs throb before clenching my teeth to stop from crying out. Quick movements always gave me sharp pains and caused my breathing to hitch.

“Sorry, did that hurt?” He asks. I shake my head.

“Don’t lie. Why do you lie about being in pain?” he asks while he starts to unravel the bandages. Unsure of whether to answer, I remained quiet. Dobber’s always got you in trouble.

“I asked you a question?” he says, tapping the side of my leg and making me jump and blurt out an answer.

“Mrs. Daley would double our punishments if we made noise,” I murmur, remembering the first time l cried out. I was eleven the first time she whipped me. Three lashes turned into six. After a few times, we learned quickly not to make a noise. It was always worse if we did.

“Is that why you have so many scars?” he asks.

“No, we learned to keep quiet. No matter how well we did our chores, Mrs. Daley would always find something to punish us for.”

I grit my teeth as the pressure removes when the bandages go down to the last layer.

“What happened to your ribs and back?” he asks, his fingers brushing my ribs, and I cringed before gritting my teeth, a stifled whimper leaving my lips as he presses on the worst one.

“You don’t have to be quiet, Ivy. I won’t punish you for being in pain. You would have to do something pretty extreme for me to want to punish you,” he murmurs.

“Can you lift your arms above your head?” he asks, and I try to lift both arms, the left pulling at my side making my arms tremble.

“That’s enough; this side looks like you have broken it. How did you do that?” he asks.

“Fell down the stairs, Sir,” I tell him.

“When?”

day we

two days with

nothing. “You should have said something, Ivy. You can’t be expected to work like this

fine; I

here with me,

not necessary; I can

of ointment and rubbing it on the cuts. I remained still while he cleaned the markings

skin tingling everywhere

the bed and walking over to his dresser. He grabs a black shirt out of the drawer, then climbs back on the bed and retakes his place behind

He says before I feel his fingers pinch my

at his closeness, feeling the heat radiating off his chest and seeping into my back. His nose skims along

your scent,” He whispers, and tingles flood over me everywhere, and I s**k in a breath. He suddenly clears his

you

he thought I smelt nice, most

“Kyson,” He murmurs.

“Pardon, Sir,”

behind me. I shake my head at his

punish you for using my name,” he says before sliding my bra straps down my arms

b*****s, making me shiver. It was the black shirt he got out of the dresser. I look down at it before

nice?” He asks with a soft

for what embarrassingly blurted out. He laughs softly, his fingers fiddling with my ponytail before he gently removes my hair tie.

still haven’t said it

“Said what?”

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