His Lost Lycan Luna (Jessica Hall)
Chapter 48

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 48 — Ivy POV All-day I worked with Abbie aroundthe castle. Clarice was in an excellent mood, and the place seemed to buzz. Clarice even let Abbiechoose her own chores halfway through the day, so we spent it outside raking while chucking theleaves at each other. It was the most fun we had had in ages. Both my guard and Damian followedme like my shadow. But even Dustin and Beta Damian joined when we had our leaf fight. It wasgreat spending the day with Abbie, but when Damian got finished mind- linking the King, he calledme over to him. I wandered over, pulling leaves from my hair.

“My Queen, it is time to go in. I think a storm is coming, and it is best you come inside before itrains,” he stated, turning all business-like again.

“Just a while longer, please?”

“I'm sorry, my Queen, I must insist. The King wants you in bed by 8 PM,"

"Fine, but stop calling me your Queen,” his lips tugged up in the corners and he nodded.

“As you wish,” I said goodbye to Abbie, feeling a little sad I had to go. That sadness grew worseonce back in the room. His scent was everywhere, and before I could stop myself, I dashed to thebed and rolled all over it. I rolled myself up in the blanket, soaking up his scent, breathing it in.However, pain twinged in my chest that he wasn't here with me.

I was still squirming and rolling across the bed like a madwoman when Beta Damian walked in withmy dinner. I froze, then growled at him; the noise threatening. It startled me and cut off abruptlywhen I realized what I had done.

“Sorry, Beta Damian,” I apologized quickly.

“You can call Damian Ivy, and don't be. Kyson was worried you may fret without him. It must be hardto be away from him,” he placed a tray of food on the coffee table, yet I wasn't hungry.

“If you get too uncomfortable without him, sing out, I will be in the hall all night anyway, but maybeput some of his clothes on. It will help,” he said before nodding and leaving the room. Onceshowered, got out and put on one of Kyson's shirts and picked at my food, not really tasting it, myhunger gone.

All night, I tossed and turned, my stomach cramping and pain I couldn't explain ravaged throughme. The pain was almost crippling as it writhed through me. I felt manic and delirious, snapping andsnarling, pacing the room. I did not know what was wrong with me, but everything was telling me toleave, to go and look for him. I must have started crying again because the door burst open, and Iburrowed under the blankets on the bed. My growl was thunderous, and I tore off the bed, about toa****k, before stopping when Beta Damian grabbed my arms.

“Ivy, it is me. Your Beta.” I shook my head and clutched my chest. Embarrassment washed over me,but it was nothing compared to the pain I felt. The distress and anguish in my chest hurt most."What is wrong with me?” I cried, collapsing on the ground.

“You're fretting. It's natural. I will ring the King. Maybe speaking to him will help ease thediscomfort.” I nodded. Beta Damian pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed the King. I listenedto it ring before he stepped closer to the bookshelf. They spoke for a bit, and I couldn't quite hearwhat was said, but the King sounded angry.

"Kyson, she is right here; I will put her on,” the King said something back to him.

“What do you mean?” Damian asked. And I could have sworn I heard him say he didn't want tospeak to me.

“Can you at least tell me what is wrong?” Damian asked.

“But My King, but she fretting, could you please maybe just talk to her on the phone until she fallsasleep?”

“My King?” Damian looked at his phone before I saw his eyes glaze over.

A few minutes later, Dustin stepped into the room and watched me warily, but I had calmed nowand wanted to know what happened to Kyson.

“Can you get a hold of anyone? The King seems to be blocking me out,” Damian asked Dustin. Wewatched his eyes glaze over, but eventually, Dustin shook his head and shrugged.

"Have you heard anything about what has happened?” Damian asked him.

“No, Beta, the King, and his men don't contact me directly,” Dustin answered, and Damian noddedhis head, muttering under his breath.

“Maybe fetch Clarice for me or Abbie. Yes, get Abbie and bring her here. She might help,” BetaDamian said while my nails dug into the floorboards as I tried to figure out why Kyson didn’t wantto speak with me.

“As soon as I get a hold of him, I will put him on, my Queen, but hopefully Abbie can help you rest,”I nodded and waited for her to arrive. Damian kept trying to the King. However, the King keptrejecting his calls and blocking the Mind link.

Abbie came, and for a while, I was restless. She climbed in the bed with me and stayed while criedmyself to sleep. Both of us had no idea of this fretting thing. All I knew was I never wanted toexperience it again. It was horrible, and the night turned into the longest one I had ever sufferedthrough

When I woke the next morning, Abbie was no longer beside me and I had no doubt that she left todo her chores, yet I felt different. My sense of smell was remarkably stronger as I lay curled underthe blankets. My mouth watered, and the pain returned when I suddenly found I had wandered intothe closet. I lay beneath all his hanging clothes. I didn’t even remember walking in here, let alonepulling the clothes from the hangers. It looked like a bird's nest was made in here out of his clothes.The door opening caused the hairs on my arms to rise as a fresh scent hit my nose, and 1 didn't likeit. It was interfering with the King's.

Beta Damian froze as he walked into the room, calling out to me. Yet I couldn't take my eyes off theintruder. Dustin walked in with a tray of food and my eyes tracked him when Beta Damian’s handfell on his shoulder.

“Don’t move” Beta Damian murmured, not removing his eyes from me. Dustin looked whereDamian was staring when a growl could be heard, and I jumped at the sound, looking for where itcame from. Did I make that noise?

“Ivy, Dustin will place the tray down, and we will go, okay?” Why was he talking to me like that? Iglanced down, wondering why he was acting weird, when I realized my fingers were bleeding andclaws had slipped out. Startled, I looked at them, holding my hands up, examining them.

"What?" I stopped, my speech sounding slurred. I touched my mouth to replace my canines had slippedout. My gasp of shock was loud in my ears.

“You're fine, Ivy. You are just nesting,” Damian said. Nesting? Do I look like a d**n bird?