His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

Chapter 132

Book 2. His Found Lycan Luna. Chapter 7

The door closed behind him, but he was inside the stall. I quickly tried to cover my breasts, though I had

no idea why. When I asked him to close the door, I didn’t mean for him to come into the shower with me. 

Gannon’s eyes run the length of me, then quickly dart away. My stomach sinks. This was why I didn’t want to turn around. I knew what he would see, and my mutilated skin was anything but pretty. I looked disgusting, my skin-carved up, and the pieces forced back together like broken puzzle pieces. Turning to face the back wall, a lump forms in my throat.

“Can you get out, please,” I whisper, though I knew he would hear me with his heightened hearing.

Embarrassment washed over every inch of me, and I suddenly wanted to scrub myself raw, as if I could clean away the vile marks that laced my skin.

“Am I scaring you? I won’t hurt you, Abbie,” Gannon murmurs next to my ear before his chest presses against my back. He reaches past me, grabbing the soap out of the niche in the wall.

“I saw the way you looked at me, Gannon. Just go; I don’t want your pity,” I tell him. He growls, the sound vibrating against my back.

“The way I looked at you?” he asks, sweeping my hair over my shoulder. He dips his face into my neck. His nose runs up the side of my jaw.

I swallowed before answering, my voice coming out shakier than intended.

“Yes, I know I look disgusting, so please, leave,” Gannon growls before his hand holding the bar of soap wraps around my waist, tugging me flush against him. I became startlingly aware that he was indeed naked behind me. Felt every ridge of muscle and bump press against my back and ass.

“I only looked away because I could tell you were uncomfortable with me staring, Abbie, not because I didn’t like what I could see.” he purrs.

broken,” I tell him, my voice cracks at speaking those words aloud. Like suddenly saying them made the realization sit heavier on my shoulders. I was like a broken doll, the porcelain all

he has done to you changes that,” Gannon says while reaching for my arm that was shielding my chest and the stitching. Gannon kisses my shoulder, and I shiver at his

wrist, his thumb rubbing over the back of my hand. I sighed and dropped my arm while his hand holding the soap moved over my torn-up flesh. Gannon purrs, and I found his scent soothing as the steam

body putty in this man’s huge hands. Despite the sheer size of him and the way he could break me in half, he was gentle, his fingers massaging my scalp and removing the congealed blood and gunk. Gannon chuckles, the sound making my eyes open to notice I

murmured as he turned me around to rinse the soap

over him. I had never seen him without at least a tank top on. Of course, I had seen him with no

all the way to his hips. My eyes went to his honey-colored ones when | gasped at the sight of the thick scars branding his skin. My hand reaches to touch the enormous deed scar in the center of his chest. Claw marks raked across his flesh like someone had tried to rip his heart from him. The lines were brutal and ridged, and his chest rose and fell heavily as I traced my fingertips gently over them. Gannon’s hand moves, his fingers

mine,” he whispers, his thumb brushing

I asked, a little shocked; I thought Lycan had healed quickly.

horrified. He tilts his head to

“Why?” I blurted.

His fingertips trail down the scar behind my ear. My hand moves over his, and I touch the scar and swallow. The memory of how I got it and

my life,” Gannon

you and Azalea say?” he whispers. I swallow

:

O

Abbie, you are worth so much more than mine. You hold on, and I

told you?” I asked him, suddenly feeling

explained how you both shared similar scars and the meaning behind the words you speak with each

met him?” I ask, feeling bile rise

did. Mrs. Daley, too, he will never come after you again. I will never

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