His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

I gagged, and the Limo stopped. The door opened, and I lurched toward it, stumbling out of the car, and I nearly tripped headfirst into the dirt when the King grabbed my arm. I tried to jerk out of his grip, knowing I would be sick, but it was too late, and I threw up all over the ground, narrowly missing our feet.

“You won’t lie to me again, will you, Ivy?” the King asks. Why did he keep asking me that and saying it that way? I heard car doors open before the King handed me a handkerchief. As my surroundings spun, I wiped my mouth, feeling somewhat better but very unsteady on my feet. My vision was terrible, and my head was pounding. The only thing I could make out was that I was on the side of the road and the blurring green and the scent of the forest along both sides of the road.

The Beta comes over to me with a bottle of water. He cracks the lid before handing it to me.

“Get her toothbrush and toothpaste, please. I would say she wants to rid the taste completely,” The King tells him, and he walks off. I chug the water down before the Beta comes over with a cloth and toiletries bag. One of the guards also brought another water bottle over, and I leaned heavily on the King, unable to hold myself up while the Beta grabbed my arm.

My entire body felt heavy and hot. The King wet the cloth before swiping my hair over my shoulder and wetting the back of my neck. I sighed at the coolness of it against my heated skin before he washed my face. I was pretty much a ragdoll as he pulled me around.

“I think she learned her lesson, my king,” The Beta chuckles; I stared at him.

“I had to improvise,” The King said, confusing me more.

“I don’t understand,” I slurred.

“You lied to me,” The King says simply. I shake my head at his words.

“I have another bottle. Would you like to drink that too?” The King asked. Huh, is that why he kept making me drink as some sort of punishment but for what? I hadn’t lied. At least, I don’t think I did? I quickly shook my head.

My legs wobble under my weight, and Beta Damian’s grip tightens on my arm. I tried to look around and found all the men out of their cars looking at the forest and road. Oh my gosh, all those people just watched me puke.

“Do you want to brush your teeth?” The King asks me, and I nod though the task seemed like it would be too much, although I needed to rid the taste.

“I spewed,” I slurred, my words not coming outright. I knew what I wanted to say, but the words didn’t come out correctly.

get back into the stuffy car, enjoying the cool air.

me before pulling out some mouthwash. He unscrews the

be strange sometimes. I heard his Beta

is feisty

cup from my hands. One of the guards took it from him, and he motioned for

“No?” he asks.

came out like that,

laughed. I blinked at him, wondering

“In the car, Ivy”

the air conditioning on and a little fan. After his Beta climbed in the car beside me, he tapped on the glass and spoke to the driver when he wound the window down before placing it up

another bottle of water, and I drink

Beta says, and I gasp at his language in front of the King. My shock must have been evident because the King laughed before tugging his shirt

sit in here with this

his head

out, and he swore, but you didn’t punish him,” The King laughs before reaching for me, and my

the air

best friend; he can do what he likes,

I

him, enjoying the icy cold air conditioning blasting me. The

did I lie?”

I could do what I want, I didn’t want to drink, you made me,” I tell him, and before I could stop it, a

just growl at me?” he chuckled softly, and I felt my

“I’m sorry,” I murmured.