His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

Chapter 189

His Found lycan Luna Chapter 65
We stepped into a courtyard I had never been in before. My heart nearly stopped when I saw Ester tied with her hands chained above her head to the wall. Her clothes were torn at the back from where the whip had slashed her flesh, yet the wounds were healed, and she panted.
Kyson growls, and anger coursed through the bond. Peter stood with a whip in his hands that he swift ly dropped, shaking his head and looking at Kyson pleadingly. Clarice stood off to the side, nibbling her fin gernails. The skin on her face had tears trekking down it and dripping off her chin.
Though Trey’s expressionless face as he stared at Peter shocked me the most. This was his sister, and he showed no care for her at all. It was shocking to see.
“Again! You have twenty more, Peter.” he snarls, stalking over to him and snatching the whip from the ground. He thrusts it at Peter, who flinches away from him. Bile rose up my throat, and I looked at Kyson squeezing his hand, and he turned his head, looking at me.
“It’s only twenty,” I tell him, and Ester glanced over her shoulder at me. Her face flushed red, and she panted before, looking at Kyson.
“Hurry up, Peter. Finish it!” Kyson’snaps.
“Prick.” Thiss under my breath, and Kyson growls, leaning down to whisper in my ear.
“Watch your tone,” he whispers next to my ear. – –
“Watch yours.” I retorted, ripping my arm from his grip. I make my way over to Clarice, who explains Es ter was taking it rather well, and Kyson overhearing that, did not sound impressed.
He walked over to Liam and talked to him before Liam walked off. Though I was quite shocked at how fast Ester was healing. The moment the whip pulled away, her skin closed. Being whipped was one thing. Seeing someone else made my skin prickle and itch…
I couldn’t stand the sound of the crack being made, the way it whipped through the air, the sound of tearing flesh. Flashbacks smashed me as I tried to block them out, and I wanted nothing more than to run. At this moment, I truly hated Kyson. Hated who he had become.
Yet once Peter finished, her skin was red and angry but no longer bleeding. That seemed to bother Kyson. He wanted blood, and plenty stained the stone ground, yet he was not sated by it. For the most part, I stared at the rose bushes, blocking out what was going around me until I heard Ester shriek when Liam walked in with a bucket. The potent scent of Wolfsbane reached my nose, and Clarice whimpered beside me, and I sat up straighter.

“Kyson!” I hissed. He growls, I know they need to be punished, but this seemed excessive even for him. I watched in horror as he dipped the whip in the bucket, and my heart lodged in my throat, and tears sprung to my eyes as he pulled it out. The cracking sound sent spray everywhere and her scream I felt to my core.
One scream and it sent me back to a dark place and had me twisting where I sat on the edge of the garden. The contents of my stomach spewed out into the garden. Kyson, though, was almost rabid, not car ing he made me sick.
Not caring for her screams or Peter’s begging. He wasn’t present, lost in his anger, and by the 100th one, Ester hung limply in the chains, yet still, he didn’t stop. I was trapped in the darkest parts of my mind. The darkest places I thought I would never be trapped in again. Only this time, my mate’s actions trapped me there until Clarice shrieked beside me.
Her hands that held me gripped me tighter. And Peter’s blood-curdling scream made goosebumps rise, and my ears rang loudly, ripping me out of my own head that was tormenting me. Peter lay on the ground, and Kyson stood over him with the whip in his hand. Ester was a bloody mess, and I could have sworn that some of the white meaty-looking bits of her back were exposed bone.
“Leave him,” Ester breathed. Yet she couldn’t move to lift her head. I gaped at the scene before me. Pe ter clutched his face. That was bleeding profusely. Kyson was enraged and, at some time, had shifted.
1 swallowed as he breathed heavily, and the nearby gardener was pale as a ghost as he looked at Peter and Ester. He reached forward, gripping Peter’s arms.
“Please, no more! She can’t take anymore! Let me take her place.” Peter pleaded.
“No!” Clarice shrieked.
Kyson snarled, his upper lip pulling back over his teeth, and a sinister glint was in his black obsidian eyes. He tilts his head to the side,
T’ll allow it,”
“He is a boy!” The gardener defended. I had no idea when he got here, but he obviously cared for Peter.
“He can’t even heal!” Kyson shrugs, turning back to Ester. The whip cracked in the air, and her scream made my blood run cold when Peter escaped the gardener’s clutches and tossed himself in front of his mother. Trey clenched his jaw and looked ahead, the only sign that he disagreed with Kyson’s actions. He was controlled solely now by his rage and hate for the pair. I saw him raise the whip, and I never even regis tered the movement as I tossed myself in front of my brother.
Peter couldn’t heal, I couldn’t, and I wouldn’t allow Kyson to kill them. The sentence he gave Ester turned lethal when he had Liam bring out the Wolfsbane. Enough was enough.
I felt the sharp tendrils of fiery pain split up my back and tear my dress and shoulder. I hissed, and my back arched, but I gripped Peter, managing to stay upright as my own scream reverberated around the area.
Pain licked up my spine, and I clenched my teeth when I heard a roar. Gold flecks flitted brightly, taint ing my vision, and a collective gasp was heard when suddenly Trey smashed into the wall beside Ester. I turned to see Liam trying to hold Kyson back, and I realized Trey had attacked my mate. Trey got to his feet, and my command rolled over him moments later.
“Stand down!” I snapped at him, and he whimpered, yet just that simple command made me suck in a harsh breath as I turned to face my mate, who was now staring in horror at me. He takes a step toward me with outstretched hands before shaking his head.
“Move!”
“She has suffered enough!”I seethed through clenched teeth.
“When I say she has,” Kyson growled, challenging me, but I refused to move. I nod toward the gardener, who comes over a grabs Peter, dragging him away when I start undoing the front of my dress.
“Fine then. I will take her place.”I tell him, popping the buttons on my dress.
“No!” Kyson snarls.
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