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?”

we

working for two days with broken ribs

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

fine; I can

here with me, so I know

I can still

still while he cleaned the markings branding my skin, my face heating the longer he touched me. I felt d***y and

on mine felt oddly warming, my skin tingling everywhere he touched. He moves

before climbing off 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

it get some air,” He says before I feel his fingers pinch my bra, releasing the hooks. I shriek, covering myself

into my back. His nose skims along my

whispers, and tingles flood over me everywhere, and I s**k

to… you just smell nice,” He

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

“Kyson,” He murmurs.

“Pardon, Sir,”

says behind me. I shake my head at his words,

using my name,” he says before sliding my bra straps down my arms before placing it beside

me shiver. It was the black shirt he got

I smell nice?” He asks with

I told him before slapping a hand over my mouth for what embarrassingly blurted out. He laughs softly, his fingers fiddling with my ponytail before he

still haven’t said

“Said what?”

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