His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

Chapter 131

Book 2. His Found Lycan Luna. Chapter 6
Abbie POV
Everything was chaotic when we arrived back at the castle. One moment, I was walking through the castle doors. The next, Damian was screaming for help with the King. Gannon had to follow Dustin to the King’s quarter, where they took Azalea, who was still unconscious. It was weird calling her that. Ivy. She had been to me all our lives, yet I understood her desire to get rid of the name Della or, should I say, Marissa had given her.
Standing in the corridor, I didn’t know what to do with myself as Damian, and another man carried the King to his quarters. The King mumbled, but his words made little sense. I wanted to go to Azalea but knew it was not the time, but now I found myself lost as I stood there watching the flurry of people rushing around crazily.
Did I just go back to my old tasks when here? Should I look for Gannon or maybe Clarice? I wasn’t sure what to do with myself, and I found myself walking around blindly until I was suddenly in my old room. I hesitantly knocked in case Beta Damian had got himself a new personal servant. However, no one answers, and I push the door open and peer inside. It was getting late, and I assumed I would see Clarice in the morning to ask where she wanted to put me.
Stepping into the room, I find the bed bare, so I walk down the hall to the closet and retrieve some blankets and pillows. The task was made more difficult by my wounds. The stitches pulled so tight that some were cutting through my skin like cheese wire.

Bloodstained nearly every inch of me. It was congealed in my hair and under my fingernails. I quickly made the bed and then decided I couldn’t sleep in this state, so I made my way to the laundry, searching for clothes. Finding the uniform servants, pajamas, and some socks, I grabbed them off the shelf before retrieving a towel and rummaging through the first aid kid for antibacterial soap. Limping to the servants’ bathrooms, my bones ached. Every inch of me did.
Stepping inside, I find it empty. One side of the bathroom held stalls for showering while a half wall divided up the middle to the toilets and basins; long mirrors ran the entire length of the center wall on both sides.
As I passed it to head into one of the shower stalls, glanced at the state I was in. My normal auburn
still smell his scent all over me. Gannon’s too, but Kade’s was still there. My heart panged at the thought of him.
The way he lay dead in the dirt. My mate, though cruel, was mine or supposed to be. Looking at what was left of me as I peeled off my clothes, I was disgusted.
My skin marred from years in the orphanage was already horrifying to look at, though my scars were never deep or jagged as Azaleas. I always felt terrible for how she hated her appearance and the lashes that marred her,
She had taken so many whippings reserved for me and I had done the same for her. Looking at them, ! used to think it was a reminder of what we endured and survived. Though marks left at the hands of
Kade, I saw something so much worse.
I never survived at all. Moved from one hell to another. Looking at my ravaged flesh, I wasn’t sure anyone would look at me again and be anything but disgusted by the sight of me. The multiple marks on my neck from him had turned my flesh black like it was rotting away my skin, the skin raised jagged same as the scars etched into my heart. The hollow void felt like it would never be filled again, bottomless. I pressed my lips together to stop from crying out when I peeled my shirt off, dumping it on the floor.
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