His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

The next few days went the same, the King forcing me to go with him wherever he went, forcing me to follow around like a lost puppy. I stared longingly out toward the forest through his office window at Clarice and Peter. Peter had a bucket and a scrubbing brush in his hand. Clarice was talking to him, and she looked like she was about to hang out the washing. I pressed my forehead against the cool glass. Fresh air would be good, anything to get away from the King or guards, even if only for a few moments.

“I will take you outside later,” the King said, and I peered over at him. He stared down at his laptop screen, not paying any attention to me whatsoever. For the most part, we ignored each other. However, I could see he was becoming bothered by it. It was almost as if he was picking fights with me when we did talk, just to give him a reason to grab me or touch me.

He never hurt me, but I don’t believe that was his intention, anyway. The bond drew him closer to me and Damian had admitted that is why the King drinks the way he does; to fight off the urges for him to give in to the bond, something I have refused to do myself. I had also been refusing to sleep in the bed with him even though I could hear him pacing because of it. It gave me a sick satisfaction that it disturbed him. Like I was winning at something. Though it pained me refusing him, I was becoming desensitized to the pain.

He couldn’t complain about it because he said I couldn’t leave the room, and technically I hadn’t or tried to, so he had no reason to force me into bed with him or use the calling on me though, I could see the temptation too clearly on his face.

“Can I ring Abbie?” I asked, and he peered over the laptop screen at where I was sitting.

“You tried her earlier, and she never picked up. You may try tonight, and if she doesn’t answer, I will ring her mate, so you can speak with her, that is if you behave and eat tonight,” he adds. I turn my gaze away and glare out the window. I have had no appetite since being back. Just the smell of food makes me want to throw up.

help,

growled and chewed my lip. It was boring sitting here and that’s all I ever seemed to do, sit around and wait for him to drag

he sighed, sitting back

just because you’re bored, Ivy,” he said. A growl slipped from me, and he folded his arms across his chest and arched an eyebrow at me before pressing his full lips in a line. My eyes stared at them and I had to pull my gaze away from them, making me lick mine. Something I noticed he did when he was debating with himself and not liking his

was about to make a run for the door when I noticed his computer screen. Noticing

my hand away. Had been sitting here this entire time looking

here,” he snarled, leaning forward and wrapping his fingers around my wrist. He pulled me on his lap before locking his arm around my waist when I

show you, stop,”

arm around my waist tightened, and

only you. Now stop it,” he snapped before moving the mouse around and clicking on one. I growled. I couldn’t help it until it clicked open, and then the screen opened up to her mutilated body. My stomach lurched, and I looked away, my heart thumping in my ears

still jealous of a d**d woman?” Kyson asked as I