His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

“Queen Tatiana and King Garret,” I asked. I had no idea why I said it, but I had a vague memory of overhearing my mother mention those names before she was k****d. In fact, she screamed it. Screamed it with so much hatred it must have stuck with me.

“I am surprised you know those names. You would have only been a small child,” The King said, observing me again.

“I remember hearing the names, is that where you are-” I asked before shutting my mouth and mentally cursing myself. Quiet Ivy, you don’t question the King, I reminded myself, yet he said I could ask questions but old habits made me question every little thing, whether or not it was a trick, or whether he was using it as a way to find something to punish me for.

“Why do you do that? You go to say something, then stop,” he asks before rolling and tugging me with him. My stomach lurched when he pulled me to straddle his lap as he leaned against the headboard of the bed. This new position was even more awkward than the last as I went rigid. My hands awkwardly clutched my thighs as I sat up, wanting to climb off him.

The King grabbed my hands, and I tried to tug out of his grip when he placed both on his naked chest. His skin was hot beneath my palms, and I could feel his heart beating steadily in his chest while mine sputtered and wanted to rip free of my body.

“You never did answer?” The King said, making me remember his question.

“Why do you stop when you want to know something? Knowledge is key. You should ask questions. How else would you learn the answers? I like when you speak, I want to know everything about you. I find you fascinating,” Me fascinating? How could he? The only thing he could learn from me was changing his bedsheets and folding his towels the way he likes them. There was absolutely nothing remarkable about me that he could possibly want to know.

“And to answer your question, yes I am going there tomorrow, but I would like it if you came with me, would you like to come?”

“I can leave the castle?”

“Under guard, but yes, you can leave.” Why would l need a guard? I wondered, but the thought of leaving excited me.

“Can Abbie come?”

you, but if you would be

why he would want to spend time with his servant. It was odd. The King

He ran his hands up to the apex of my legs when it hit me. I glanced down at my naked legs. Shame washed over me. Where did my pants go? I tug tried to tug my oversized shirt down when I realized it was one of

ask, tugging on the neckline of his shirt I was

his hands as he pushed the hemline of his

I prefer it when you smell like me,” he answers the

when as they slid up to my hips, his thumbs

have your things brought in here tomorrow when we are gone”

want to want to know why? It must be confusing,” I nodded my

have wanted you, and I can’t get much

Sir, I am your slave,” I speak slowly, hoping it would

the King, no one would

“What are your intentions,”

in return. Well, if I knew, I

are safe with me,” I briefly wondered if I should say it, yet he kept telling me l could ask, and the