His Lost Lycan Luna (Jessica Hall)
Chapter 36

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 36 — I gasped, letting him go, but he pulled mecloser. “You can bite me, Ivy,” I shook my head.

“I made you bleed,” I shrieked, trying to get off him. He would surely whip me now. S**t, his guardswould, the moment they noticed what I did.

“Shh, breathe. Do I sound mad?" he asked, holding my face still, my lips pressed against his warmskin, and I clamped my teeth together as the urge returned.

“It's okay, love. If you want to bite me, bite me, 1 am yours to do what you want with,”

“A servant,”

“Call yourself that again and see what happens. I don't know how much clearer I can be; I have toldyou I don't want you as my servant, that I want to change you,” He sighed, his grip loosening.

“I want you to be mine, and I want to be yours. I want to make you my Queen, do you understandthat? I want to mark you after you shift, Ivy, I want to change you, and I want you to be my LunaQueen,” I jerked in his hold and growled but let me sit up but refused to let me off his lap.

“You want to mark me?” I asked, and he nodded.

"Yes, I want to mark and mate you, I also want to change you,”

“But I am a rogue, a servant,”

“Not to me, your not, I don't care for your status, and neither will my Pack, I want you, but I wantyou to want me to,”

"Wait, you don’t want me to be a s*x slave?” Isn't this why he was being nice, because he wantedsomething?

"What?" He seemed outraged by my words.

“Is that what you thought all this was?” he snapped at me. I swallowed but nodded. What else was Isupposed to think? I knew what had happened to the rogues. It hung over mine and Abbie’s headfor years. Mrs. Daley made sure we didn't forget our place; she even branded it in our skin, so wewouldn't forget. We weren't people; we were objects, labor, someone to kick when they feelparticularly s****y about their lives, a quick power boost because we had no power of our own.

“I figured you would throw me away when you got bored, which is fine. You don't have to promisethings or do things. It is what it is,” Kyson growled, and the sound vibrated against my chest, makingmy heart beat erratically.

"If I wanted to f**k you, I would have ordered you on your back, Ivy. I certainly wouldn't beexplaining myself to you for it either. So let me make one thing clear. I do not want a s*x slave; Iwant a mate, and I want you to let me be yours, equals. Not you do things because you believe it'swhat I want or because you feel obligated to because I am the King,” his anger was terrifying as Iwatched his eyes flicker to the beast within him.

"Equals Ivy, I won't pull rank over you unless it is to do with your safety or something I feel stronglyabout, and I sure as h**I would never force myself on you or anyone. If I make you uncomfortable,you tell me, I won't get mad, and I won't punish you for how you feel. Equals, if you wantsomething, tell me; if you don't, tell me, and I will do the same for you. Is that understood?” Heasked, and my lips parted.

Words failed me. Most would dream of being with a Lycan king. However, my wishes weren't likeanyone else's. I didn't want to be owned. I wished for freedom, a voice because mine had beensquashed for so long.

Sometimes I wondered if I even had one left; I certainly never used it, so I found words hard, exceptwith Abbie. I could take orders. That's all I knew since a young age.

Who would want a Queen that was submissive to life because they never had one? Abbie and Ialways spoke of what we would do with our freedom, but honestly, they were just dreams,something we knew would never come to fruition. If given a chance, we would probably fall backinto the same place, not knowing anything else. Comfortable in our own misery because that's whatwe were used to.

vy,”

“I don't think I can be what you want,” I told him, and he sighed.

"We still have time, but one thing remains clear: you are not my servant. You are just Ivy.” His wordsconfused me.

Not because I didn't understand what he said but because I didn't know who I was. She got lost in achild's dream of who I thought I would be and who I would become. A dream that became so out ofreach it faded away and was long forgotten because those dreams were trampled into dust andfloated off with the wind. I was an imposter of who I once was. Now I am “you,” a reflection of whatthey made me to be. The name they gave us because ours wasn't worth speaking.

"What are you thinking?” Kyson asked me, and I sniffled. Words were not my thing, so I found it oddthat he always requested them.

“I don’t know who I am if I am not a slave or servant, Kyson,”

“I know exactly who you are,” he whispered, pecking my lips softly. He nibbled on the bottom one.His warm palms caressed my ribs to the sides of my b*****s while his lips trailed down my jawline."You are the woman I want, the woman I will love and cherish. You are mine just as I am yours,” hemurmured as he trailed open mouth kisses down my neck, making me purr. He paused andchuckled at the sound I made before he pressed his lips in a similar spot to where I accidentally bithim.

"And when you realize that” He whispered before sucking the same spot.

“I will place my mark right here, so everyone knows I am yours, and you are my Queen,” he saidbefore breaking the skin with his teeth. I jumped at the sting, but his tongue was already lappingover it.

Heat rushed through me, and my skin tingled and vibrated, my nerves buzzing at his touch. Hepulled his face from my neck, and I touched the spot with my fingertips.

“I didn’t mark you, Ivy. I can’t until you shift, but I must say I do like the look of my teeth on yourskin,” my eyes went the mark I left on him. It had healed but was scarred, which I thought odd. Itouched it, and he shivered.

“They're called promise bites, you haven't got canines yet, but once you shift, you will be able tomark me,” he says. His hands cupped my face and his thumbs went to my upper lip, pushing it up.His brows pinched in the middle before he did the same to my bottom lip.

“What is it?" I ask him.

“Nothing, just you already have canines. It sometimes happens with werewolves, and they won'textend fully until you shift but are you sure your birthday is a couple of weeks away?”

“I think so,” 1 told him.

“Strange, not unheard of, but usually they come down a couple of days before a shift, not weeksbefore, unless your Lycan, mine were always longer than werewolves or human teeth,” he shrugs."Something is wrong with my teeth?” I asked, touching them with my finger. They felt the same asalways, no different, and surely I would notice. Wouldn't my speech change?

“No, nothing is wrong with them. They just look a little more extended than normal. That's why Iasked about your birthday.” I shrugged unsurely. Mum said it was on that day, and she would haveknown.

“Want to hear something funny?” I raised an eyebrow at him but nodded.

“Lycans are born with their canines. My baby photos look pretty funny,” he chuckled. I laughed andthought that would look funny.

“We should eat, our food is probably cold, and we have to be up early to get to the castle bylunchtime,”

"Did you know the King and Queen well?"

“Kind of, they kept to themselves mostly. My parents were close to them. When I was a child, myparents had an arrangement with theirs,”

"What sort of arrangement?”

"A marriage one, if they had a daughter, she was to be promised to me when she came of age, tohelp keep the royal bloodlines strong, but that went down the drain obviously,”

“Were you upset?” He shrugged.

“No, not really. I didn't know her, they kept her a secret paranoid about the hunters replaceing outabout her, plus I would have had to wait years anyway, but I am not sure I would have gone throughwith it if she said no,”

“Why's that?”

“Because my parents had an arranged marriage. My mother disagreed at first,”

“Your parents didn't like each other?”

“No, they loved each other, but at first no, not until my father marked her. I just wanted to try toreplace my mate first,”

“What happened to the girl?"

“They k****d her, we found her blood-stained clothes and also some of her hair, since half thekingdom was s*********d along with them we couldn't exactly be sure which child she was, and alsonot knowing exactly how old she was didn't help us. We only had the clothes to go off forapproximate size, and so many kids turned up in the river,” he shook his head at the memory, whichobviously stayed with him all these years.

“If she lived?”

“I probably would have given her to my sister to raise. It would be awkward raising my future mate,don't you think?” He laughed. I thought for a second that would be strange.

"Yes, that would certainly be different,” I chuckled.