His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

He glanced between us both, and Liam pulled on his lovely floral apron while I grabbed one of the rubber ones hanging up outside the freezer room door.

“Bring him out,” I called to Liam, who obeyed, rubbing his hands together excitedly.

Liam unties him, and the moment he does, he runs, bolting out the door, but nothing a punch to the windpipe couldn’t fix. My fist connected with his Adams apple. He gasped, clutching his throat; l gripped his hair and slammed his head into the steel table. He drops to my feet, and Liam comes out shaking his head, clicking his tongue before kicking him in the ribs, making him grunt.

“Now listen here, pork chop; I am old and tired and just made over 100 pancakes, so do me a favor and climb up on the steel bench. My back is aching,” Liam tells him while tying the back of his apron.

“There must be some mistake; I don’t even know what I did. You have the wrong guy!”

“Is your name Doyle?” I ask, and he nods.

“Do you know a girl named Abbie?” I ask him, and his eyes widen.

“So you do know Abbie?” I ask, and he looks between us but shakes his head.

us about you, and how you paid her to rape the girl, stole her innocence and

Daley lied. I never took the girl’s virginity; she is still pure, I swear. If Abbie said I did, she is a liar. I know better than to take her virginity. She isn’t

The King would not lie or send me on a

ruined goods. I heard how the Lycan King took her in; she is still pure, I swear. If she is saying she isn’t, she is a liar. Tell the King she is still pure; I know better!” My eyebrows raise. He thought the King would buy a s*x slave? Does he not know the King could have

f**k is wrong with this man?

little confused. Are you Gannon? He is claiming to know better, but

No, I paid for her. She is just some w***e,” he says, and my blood boils at his words. My claws slashed down his

I left her virginity. Buyers value that,” the man begged.

children, and you did both those things. Now you will pay for your crimes

his stomach,” I tell Liam, who walks off into the freezer. He returns, bringing back the ropes he had tied this scumbag with. We flip onto

man’s pants off while he cries and begs. Walking into the freezer, lyrics look for a broom, finding one in the back corner by the grate and drain in the floor. Grabbing it,

silent scream as he gasped when I shoved the broom handle up his a*s. His entire body shook, his legs shaking. Blood

table. I grip his hair, yanking his head back. He panted, eyes wide, and l smiled when Liam gave the broom a jiggle, and he made a pained groan. I drop his head, and Liam walks over to the wall and pulls down a bone saw, chucking it