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.

“Can you go help, Clarice?” I asked.

“No, I am busy,” he 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 me somewhere else.

“Damian can take me,” I told him, and he sighed, sitting back in his chair and staring over at me.

“Damian and Gannon are working; I can’t pull them away from their duties 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 own trail of thoughts.

Standing up, he watched me as I made my way over to him before stopping next to his desk; he swiveled in his chair to face me straight on like he thought I was about to make a run for the door when I noticed his computer screen. Noticing my gaze, he glanced back at the beautiful woman on the screen and hurt rushed through me. There were lots of them, all tiny pictures of women displayed in different states of undress and posing for the camera.

“It’s not what you think,” he murmured, and I looked at him. He reached for me, but I jerked my hand away. Had been sitting here this entire time looking at other women while I sat across from him.

“Ivy, come 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 tried to get up, and he nipped my shoulder with his teeth.

“I’ll show you, stop,” he growled.

at him, and his arm around my waist tightened, and his growl turned menacing as he pressed

have side pieces, 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

as I turned away, unable to handle

and stung my eyes

another file. I didn’t think about the picture on

wiping a stray tear. I couldn’t get the image

their owners didn’t take normal pictures they wouldn’t sell; The

“Wouldn’t sell?” I asked.

children’s bodies that have been washing up belong to some of these women, we know the hunters are behind it, yet we don’t know why so many are suddenly

would do such a thing?” I

over to the drawer beside him and pulled out a

in the noise of the new surroundings that became deafening as I struggled to take it in. The fear that coursed through me. At the forefront of

what appeared to be a cupboard, my hands covering my ears. In what appeared to be a cleaner’s uniform, my

in hers, and she pulled me

what is it?” Kyson asked, clutching me tighter against him while I tugged on my hair, needing the pain to make it stop, to ground me back

as I began to have a panic a****k. My lungs refused to work as I tried to s**k in a breath when I felt the calling sweep over me. His deep purr emanated from him, forcing me to relax against him, and I let out a shaky breath, pressing

shook my head, not

she?” I whispered as

“Who?”

growled, his arms growing tighter, and I could feel the tremble of his arms as he gripped

he asked, unable to keep his anger from his voice, though his purring never stopped, and I nodded

I will take you back to the room.” I shook my head and pressed the sharp points of his teeth against my shoulder. I shuddered, but he seemed to merely do it as if to tell me he was still there like l had somehow forgotten

work to do. So I can’t right now,” he whispered into

until I’m done,” I chewed my lip, suddenly embarrassed over my breakdown. I was meant