His Lost Lycan Luna (Jessica Hall)
Chapter 131

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 131 - Abbie POV

Everything was chaotic when we arrived back at the castle. One moment, I was walking through thecastle doors. The next, Damian was screaming for help with the King. Gannon had to follow Dustinto the King's quarter, where they took Azalea, who was still unconscious. It was weird calling herthat. Ivy. She had been to me all our lives, yet I understood her desire to get rid of the name Dellaor, 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 carriedthe King to his quarters. The King mumbled, but his words made little sense. I wanted to go toAzalea but knew it was not the time, but now I found myself lost as I stood there watching the flurryof 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'tsure what to do with myself, and I found myself walking around blindly until I was suddenly in myold 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 Iassumed I would see Clarice in the morning to ask where she wanted to put me.

Stepping into the room, I replace the bed b**e, so I walk down the hall to the closet and retrieve someblankets and pillows. The task was made more difficult by my wounds. The stitches pulled so tightthat 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. Iquickly made the bed and then decided I couldn't sleep in this state, so I made my way to thelaundry, searching for clothes. Finding the uniform servants, pajamas, and some socks, I grabbedthem off the shelf before retrieving a towel and rummaging through the first aid kid for antibacterialsoap. Limping to the servants’ bathrooms, my bones ached. Every inch of me did.

Stepping inside, I replace it empty. One side of the bathroom held stalls for showering while a half walldivided up the middle to the toilets and basins; long mirrors ran the entire length of the center wallon both sides.

As I passed it to head into one of the shower stalls, I glanced at the state I was in. My normal auburnhair was matted, twigs and leaves tangled in the knots. The clothes I was wearing were torn, and Icould still smell his scent all over me. Gannon's too, but Kade’s was still there. My heart panged atthe thought of him.

The way he lay d**d in the dirt. My mate, though cruel, was mine or supposed to be. Looking atwhat 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 scarswere never deep or jagged as Azaleas. I always felt terrible for how she hated her appearance andthe lashes that marred her.

She had taken so many whippings reserved for me and I had done the same for her. Looking atthem, I used to think it was a reminder of what we endured and survived. Though marks left at thehands of Kade, I saw something so much worse.

I never survived at all. Moved from one h**I to another. Looking at my ravaged flesh, I wasn't sureanyone would look at me again and be anything but disgusted by the sight of me. The multiplemarks on my neck from him had turned my flesh black like it was rotting away my skin, the skinraised jagged same as the scars etched into my heart. The hollow void felt like it would never befilled again, bottomless. I pressed my lips together to stop from crying out when I peeled my shirtoff, dumping it on the floor.

I hiss as I force my pants down my legs. The blood saturating my pants stuck to my skin and mademe feel like I was being skinned alive. Tears blurred my vision, and I bit back the sob as my stitchesopened and blood cascaded down my leg in a stream. I tried to step out of my pants when handsfell on my hips, making me jump and hiss as the stitches along my arms and ribs tugged from themovement.

“I was looking for you,” Gannon murmurs. He kneels, peeling them off, and I grip his shoulder,stepping out of them. He kisses my hip bone, which protrudes beneath my skin. The blood rushedto my cheeks, knowing I was now standing naked in front of the man.

“Why are you in the servants’ bathroom?” he asks, standing back up. Keeping my back to him, Icovered my breast. Not that there was much point with giant mirrors. I knew he could see every vileinch of me if he glanced at them.

“I didn't know where else to go. You disappeared, and lost didn’t want to bother Clarice to replace outwhere I was stationed. So I went back to my old station,” I tell him.

“You should have just gone to our room,” Gannon whispers.

“l am Beta Damian's servant. I don't think he has another. No one was in the room when I went inthere,” I tell him. I grab my soap, placing it on the niche before hissing as I start the shower. Gannongrowls behind me while I examine my arm, which is black and blue, where Kade mauled me, thestitches pinching my skin, holding it together. The water sprays out, bursting from the showerheadin a wide spray, making my injuries b**n and sting.

“Can you shut the door?” I ask him, not wanting to turn around. I hear the door close and sigh,stepping under the water, only to cringe away. My head throbs as I wet my hair before turningaround. I rub my eyes to rid them of the water. When I opened them, Gannon was standing in frontof me.