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 broken ribs and didn’t

You can’t be expected to work like this if you are in

I

in here with me, so I know you’re

not necessary; I can still

before grabbing a jar of ointment and rubbing it on the cuts. I remained still while he cleaned the markings branding my skin, my face

my skin tingling everywhere he touched. He moves behind me, the bed dipping

over to his dresser. He grabs a black shirt out of the drawer, then climbs back on the

should leave the bandage off; let it get some air,” He says before I feel his fingers pinch my bra, releasing the hooks. I shriek, covering myself before I feel his breath on

you,” he whispers, and I stiffen at his closeness, feeling the heat radiating off his chest and seeping into my back. His

and I s**k in a breath. He suddenly clears his throat, pulling his face away

I didn’t mean to… you just smell

I tell him, a little startled that he admitted sniffing me and the fact he thought I smelt nice,

“Kyson,” He murmurs.

“Pardon, Sir,”

it is Kyson, say it, lvy,” He says behind me. I shake my head at his words, looking toward the

sliding my bra straps down my arms before placing it beside him and

the sides of my b*****s, making me shiver. It was the black shirt he got out of the

I smell nice?” He asks with a

before he gently removes my hair tie. My hair falls to my waist, and he runs his

still haven’t said

“Said what?”

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