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.

I snapped at him, and his arm around my waist tightened,

don’t 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 body. My stomach

of a d**d woman?” Kyson asked as I turned

my

about the picture on it, or I would have shut

half-naked? Did they not have better pictures?” I said, wiping a stray tear. I couldn’t get the image out of my head. The way she was torn apart

their owners didn’t take normal

“Wouldn’t sell?” I asked.

washing up belong to some of these women, we know the hunters are behind it,

would do such a thing?” I murmured, staring back at

found a few of the rebels’ insignia patches too along with the bodies,” he reached over to the drawer beside him and pulled out a sandwich bag full of fabric patches. He dropped it on the desk and I picked it up. The moment I turned

the forefront of my mind, I suddenly perceived a memory arising from a time I wished to stay forgotten. Suddenly, the sounds of gunfire could be heard resounding in the air

sound of gunshots, I tried to hide in what appeared to be a cupboard, my hands covering my ears. In what appeared

said, and I didn’t want to go with her, for some reason, she scared me but reluctantly I placed my hand in hers, and she pulled me out into the carnage. The memory fizzled and warped before I

asked, clutching me tighter against him while I tugged on my hair, needing

you’re scaring me. Speak to me,” the King said 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

happened?” he murmured, but I shook my head, not wanting to remember

I whispered as tears

“Who?”

and I could feel the tremble of his arms as he gripped me. Trying to reign in his anger toward her

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

his teeth against my shoulder. I

take you for a walk then I have work to do. So I can’t right now,” he whispered into my hair. The King only took a few minutes before he sighed, and

grab a pillow and blanket. You can rest on the couch until I’m done,” I chewed my lip, suddenly