His Lost Lycan Luna (Jessica Hall)
Chapter 55

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 55 — The King didn't even come down when Ishould have shifted last night, not that I did. But he had promised, and for some reason, I thoughthe would keep his, though many he had broken already in just one night. Something else for him tohate me for. He had a dud for a mate. It's bad enough I was a traitor, but the Moon Goddess had todo one better and make me a failure.

“I have some good news, though,” Damian said, holding his hand out to me. I looked at it beforeplacing m good hand in his. He placed it on his arm and tucked his arm to the side. I raised aneyebrow at him. He started up the path he had just walked down, leading back to the castle. For asecond, hope flared to life, only to d*e down when he spoke again.

“The King said you can stay in his old quarters; you will be more comfortable up there,” he says, andI stop. Beta Damian also stopped and looked down at me.

"He said I could come back?” I asked hopefully. Beta Damian glanced at Gannon for a second beforeturning his gaze back to me.

“He didn't, did he?” I asked.

“I convinced him, but he is aware you will stay in his old room,” Damian told me.

"His old room?” I whispered, holding back tears.

"Yes, the room he currently uses used to be his sisters,” Damian explains.

“Before my mother k****d her,” I sighed, still unable to believe she k****d someone. It all felt surreal.Nevertheless, Damian escorted me back to the castle, and as we approached the castle doors thatled into the foyer, the door opened, and Kyson stepped out. He stopped in his tracks before eyeingmy hand on Damian's arm. His eyes flickered, and he growled. I yanked my hand away before hiseyes went to mine for a second before going to Damian.

“Find me when you're done,” the King said, not bothering to acknowledge my existence before heturned and stalked off toward where the cars were waiting out front of the castle. I stared after himwhile pain rippled through my chest at his dismissal of me. Gannon growled before following afterhim, and Damian looked down at me.

“Come on, I will show you where he put you,” Damian said, tugging me inside.

“You mean where you decided to put me? He doesn't look too happy I will be here,” I tell him.

The room was bigger than the King's as I stepped inside, though you could tell it had remaineduntouched by the dust that had settled on everything. One of the servants was in here trying toclean it up. Uncovering all the furniture that was covered by sheets. It felt weird watching her try toclean the place, and I moved to help her when Damian stopped me, pointing to the bathroom.“Bathroom is through there. I will help her. Go take a shower and get cleaned up. I placed some ofKyson's clothes in the closet for you. It might help with the discomfort. Gannon said you struggledlast night, my Queen.” The female servant watched me curiously at his words. I frowned that she wasexpected to clean this room, all because I would be staying in it. It was too big of a task for oneperson.

“I will help. Go get cleaned up,” Damian said, nudging me toward the bathroom. With a sigh, I gaveup;

I smelled terrible after spending all night in the stables. The girl had already restocked thebathroom, everything shiny and clean. A fresh towel hung on the side of the huge spa bath that satin the center. Across the far wall stood an open shower, no screen, just two showerheads protrudingfrom the wall and a drain that ran along the entire back of the bathroom.

All the counter space was made of black marble and the floors slate. All the finishings were gold andhad double basins. It made me wonder if Kyson stayed in the other room just to feel close to hissister because this room was much more luxurious and as big as his entire quarters. I showeredquickly, washing all remnants of the stables off. Feeling clean, I stepped out in my towel, wonderingwhere the closet was Damian spoke of.

I went to ask when I noticed the room was empty, yet all the furniture was uncovered, and thec******s were drawn. No dust insight made me realize just how much quicker Lycans were thancommon werewolves. Wandering through the room, I opened a door, replaceing an untouched officeand everything covered over still. I quickly closed the door before opening another and replaceing alibrary. However, the shelves were b**e, and the room was dark. Not that I could read anyway, sothere is no point in a stocked library. Yet it made me think of Kyson and his love for reading

Moving across the room, I rolled my eyes, having missed the door next to the bathroom, whichwould be the most obvious place for a closet. I walked over to it and gripped the handle, pulling itopen.

His scent was everywhere. Few of his clothes were hung, but I recognized a few pieces I knew werefrom his room. Stepping in, his scent overwhelmed me, and my heart ached as I clutched it. Itbrought me to my knees. Not caring for my injured hand, I started ripping the clothes off thehangers. Needing his scent, needing him as I curled up in a ball among his clothes. Some primal,instinctual part taking over all rational thought and sending me wild with uncontrollable grief.

My entire being was anxious as I clawed at the ground. I felt unhinged, uncontrollable, and I cursedhim as much as I longed for him. Surely no one could survive this sort of heartache.

My instincts were all over the place. Time stood still, and I had no idea how long I had remained inhere for when the door opened.

My growl was violent, and my claws sank into the soft gray, plush carpet, slicing through it like a hotknife through butter. The woman jumped back, startled, pulling away from me just in time to seeher face. Recognition returned to me, and I scrambled after her to apologize, but she was alreadygone.

The door shut behind her with a soft click. My skin felt like it was crawling as I clawed at it, suddenlyfeeling cold, and I wanted to go back to my den. The smell of food hit my nostrils, and I peered overat the table between the armchairs and fireplace to notice the bowl of hot soup. I wrinkled my nosebecause it was tainting the scent of my mate. Turning, I walked back to the closet and shut the doorbefore burrowing back inside my nest.