His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

The drive to the castle was long, and the roads were bendy, making my stomach roll. We were stopped at the side of the road while my stomach heaved violently. Twice, Kyson has had to ask the driver to pull over so I could throw up. I wiped my mouth on a tissue, Beta Damian had ready, and the King passed me a water bottle, toothpaste, and toothbrush. As I removed the foul taste from my mouth, I welcomed the minty taste. I knew I shouldn’t have eaten that egg and bacon muffin; I was now paying dearly for it.

Reaching for the bottled water, I swished it through my mouth. I felt hot and clammy. The entourage of cars circled around us, and the King’s guards had their backs to us, for which I was thankful. My stomach was becoming embarrassing, and it was definitely not ladylike to be tossing my stomach.

Made more humiliating that the King has witnessed my stomach’s upheaval multiple times since l met him. Mrs. Daley would have whipped me good. Thank G*d the King didn’t seem fazed, more concerned if anything, and I had to keep pushing him away when he kept trying to hold my hair. I was worried I would puke on his shiny shoes.

“Not much further, I promise,” Kyson said while I rinsed my mouth one last time before climbing back into the car. I crawled across the seat and laid down directly under the air-conditioning vent, feeling hot, and Kyson climbed back in before the cars pulled off and continued.

“Ivy, your seat belt,” Kyson said but ignored him, turning my face into the seat.

“Ivy!” His tone warned me, and I huffed, closing my eyes. I was too sick to care right now, my mind only thinking of how crook I felt. Meh, I had a good run. Nearly 18 is a good time of length, I thought.

“I will give you two seconds, Ivy, to place your seatbelt on,” I groaned and turned my head to face him before turning back to face the rear of the seat and curling into a ball on my side. I was not putting it on. It dug into my belly, making the sloshing worse, and I felt uncomfortable with it on.

eyes and growled before snickering at the fact I had growled at

it was hearing the strange noises I now made, I also liked that I could growl back at him. It was strange, like when boys hit puberty, and their voices changed.

growled back at him, though his was more controlled, louder. Since I

seatbelt? You do not want me to get to

a stubborn child. He wasn’t the one with his belly churning because the d**n

the mood? If I didn’t know it was your werewolf side slowly coming forward, I would have spanked you by now?” Kyson growled. I

my mouth shut, hoping he would give up and let it slide. He growled. The noise caused goosebumps to rise on my

makes it worse” I whined, turning my head to face him. I huffed and glared when I realized he

at my tone. Geez, my words sounded a little snarky, my mind felt like mush, and I reacted before

because I am more durable than you. Now put the seatbelt