His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

Chapter 52

Ivy POV

“Quick, sit down while I try to take care of your hand,” Dustin said, dragging a cut in half wine barrel over. He flipped it, so I could sit on it. The other guard growled at him before gripping his shoulder.

“We were told to bring here, that is all,” he snapped at Dustin. I looked at the man who stared at me like I was the scum over the earth, and I quickly averted my gaze.

“Remove your hand, Trey, or f*****g lose it,” Dustin snapped at him.

“I’m following orders, the King said to bring her here, and that was it,”

“F**k the king,” Dustin snapped, and the man went to take a step toward him when Gannon walked in. “Yes, f**k the King, remember where your loyalties lie, Trey,”

“They lie with my King,”

“And she is your Queen,” Gannon snarled at him, and the man whimpered before his eyes went to me.

“You haven’t been here as long as the rest of us, but the King swore us all to choose his Queen over him,”

“If so, why is she down here, then?” The man demanded.

“Because the King is an idiot. Move Dustin. I will wrap her hand. Go fix up the old King’s quarters for me,” Gannon said, crouching down in front of me.

“Yes, Sir,” Dustin says while Trey growled and Gannon glanced over his shoulder at him.

and I felt

set to work cleaning my hand and wrapping it. “It will heal once you shift. Do you think you

asked. My hand was throbbing to its own beat, my fingers were black and purple, and fragmented

Gannon says, cupping my face with his hand. He pulls his phone out

call me that,” I murmur, looking

unlocking his phone and scrolling through the pictures. He

phone from him. A sob escapes from my lips when I realize it is

my thumb over the picture of her. What I would give to hear her voice again. She looked a little younger than I remembered in this picture, but

will come around, Ivy. You just need

do?” I ask. Gannon frowns when I see his eyes glaze over, and

the King’s sister.” I blink, astonished, unable to believe what I was

get some rest. After your shift, I will

birthday isn’t for another

to tell me this was some sick joke, but it was just Clarice and Abbie. Clarice rubbed her elbow as if she had just banged it which would explain the curse

in with Abbie close behind her. Abbie embraced

had a cake made, but I

Ivy. Clarice did a good job. We spent all day making it.”

we always wished to celebrate our birthdays but were never allowed, never allowed the cakes we made for the children in the orphanage. Abbie and l always stared longingly, wishing we could try the cakes we made. We never knew if they tasted alright, but the delight on the kids’ faces told us they

a happy birthday,” Clarice says, placing the blue cupcake

it out and make a wish,” Clarice said, and to humor her, I did. Abbie smiles sadly and kisses my knee where

wish for?” Clarice asks, a teary

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