His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

Book 2. His Found Lyoan Luna. Chapter 20 

Denali and Mr. Crux talk amongst themselves while Cassandra digs her smokes out of her leather jacket.

“How could you, after everything you did to her?” | ask Cassandra. She pops her hip, lighting a smoke before stepping closer

“My husband is dead because of her. Your mate killed him. I now have to raise my kids without their father because of that bitch,” Cassandra spits at me. I growl, my canines slipping past my gums as anger courses through me. She turned to face the council members who were whispering amongst themselves behind me.

“She still commanded them, but I have one more question before we proceed.” I turn my head, and he steps closer.

“Did you know it was against the law to break a mate bond against their will?” Denali asks. My brows furrow, wondering why he was asking, yet the urge to answer hit me instantly.

“Yes,” I breathe.

“And you still did it?” Denali asks.

“He was hurting her, so yes,”

“Well then, regardless of whether the King commanded you, you knew better. Being his mate, you are capable of fighting his commands, therefore will be held accountable,” Cassandra smirks at his words puffing on her cigarette.

to me?” I asked Mr. Crux, who was still standing beside me. Though I already knew by the whip in Kendricks’s hand. My heart raced a little faster when Mr. Crux

the King’s Mate, but you abused your authority, so you will be punished. 1000 lashes, or until Cassandra deems fit,” he chucklės. “About time the King is held accountable for errors,” Mr.Crux

girl, just because you’re the King’s mate, that doesn’t give you

abusing her,” I scream

is your proof?” Mr. Crux

I spat back

uphold it. We were looking for a reason to take him down, but if

I laughed. Mr. Crux grips my

won’t hold back, not after the king took his sight,” I swallow, and my breathing becomes

are. It will buy you some time, I didn’t want

“What?”

whip bite into my flesh, making me scream, hooks slashed up my spine

get in. My knees dragged across the ground from the force of the gate being pushed inward. I couldn’t see past them to see what was

wrist bent backward painfully and on the verge of snapping under my weight. I feel the barbs tear out of my skin, ripping my flesh away. My head hung limply, and all I could think about was the pain radiating through my back when someone’s head was shoved through the iron-barred gates beside me. I blink deliriously, finding

but all I could do was blink at the man’s head stuck between the bars. It

waist down was missing. My head rolls to the side, and I see the men in armor backing up, guns trained down the driveway as

watched her pack getting torn to shreds. Suddenly I dropped to the ground, and I didn’t even realize someone was uncuffing me. My body was limp as I stared around at the slaughter. Hands grab me ripping me against someone’s chest. My back arches as I try to get

the iron gates burst open, and I had a knife pressed to my throat by the person holding