His Lost Lycan Luna (Jessica Hall)
Chapter 6

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 6 — Kyson POV

I couldn't understand my actions, yet I couldn't let the girl d*e. And the panicked way she beggedfor her friend, I couldn't bring myself to deny her anything. I was pretty confident if she asked tobring the entire orphanage, I would have told her yes, though it confused me. I couldn't explain it.She was a rogue werewolf, nothing Lycan about this girl. However, the thought of letting her d*emade my stomach turn and my heart twist painfully.

Both girls sat like statues in the back of the car. They didn't utter a word. By the dark-haired girl'ssharp intake of breath, I could see that she appeared to be in pain for some reason. Did I hurt herwhen I grabbed her? But then I also noticed the other girl kept trying to hold her arms, keeping herfrom leaning back, but I would hear the girl hiss in pain with every bump.

“Pull over,” I tell my Beta Damon. He pulls the car over, and the cars behind and in front follow suit.“Gannon, switch places with us,” I tell my Gamma through the mind link. I got out of the car, pulledup along the freeway.

Damon also gets out, looking at me over the car's roof questionably. He raises his arms, wonderingwhat is going on. Ignoring him before opening the back door and grabbing the girl's arm. Herentire body trembles and I realize maybe it wasn't such a good idea pulling over. They probablythought I was about to k**I them and dispose of their bodies.

My judgment was correct when she started begging me. “Please just let us go. We won't tell anyone.You won't have to see us again,” she says, trying to get out of my grip.

“Enough, tell your friend to get out,” I tell her, and her eyes fill with tears; she nods before blinkingrapidly, fighting her tears and swallowing. She drops her head before holding her hand out to herfriend. The other girl slides across the seat before gripping her hand.

“We promise, we will just go, and you won't have to k**I us, we won't tell anyone,” though what theywould tell anyone in the first place was beyond me. We hadn't done anything that would need to behidden. She also seems to realize that.

“Are you going to k**I us?” She asks, looking up at me. I watch her for a second until she looksdown. I replace her questions cute. No one would dare question my intentions, yet she couldn't helpbut ask despite her apparent fear.

“Have you given me a reason to k**I you?” I ask her, and she looks at me before looking at herfriend.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to grab you, I...12" She stutters like she wasn't sure what she wasapologizing for.

"Are you not allowed to touch me?” I ask her. Her brows pinch together at my question.

“No, you are a King. I am a rogue,” she explains; her answer irritates me. I have never liked beingtouched, yet her touching me didn't seem to faze me. In fact, I wanted her to feel her touch with hertiny hands. I grip her hand, turning it over.

Her palms were calloused and blistered, and some parts rougher from doing hard labor, I had seenminers with smoother hands. I grab her other hand, turning it over, which is the same. Such tinyhands, turning it over, which is the same. Such tiny hands, showing how hard she has worked, theskin chapped and peeling in places. Placing her hand on my chest, my skin tingles delightfully, and Ifeel my chest vibrate, a purr escaping me that I quickly muffle before she realizes. Having heard it,Damon clears his throat, and I have no idea what came over me.

I look at him, and his eyes flicker when he mind links me. “You sure there isn't something going onwith you and the rogue girl?” He asks, a smile playing on his lips. I felt possessive over her, and Ididn't like him calling her rogue girl. I growl at him, and she jerks her hand away, stepping backcloser to her friend when she hisses, her back arching as she bumps into the other girl.

“Are you hurt?” I ask her, grabbing her arm to steady her.

“No, sir,” she says. She lied and clearly is in pain but wouldn't admit it. I could smell a lie and wantedto punish her for it; I let it slide, she will learn not to lie to me soon enough.

I pull her toward the limo, and Gannon gets out and moves to our car. I hated the limo, but I couldreplace out more about these two girls there. I open the back door and push them inside the vehicle.They quickly slid across the seats, and Damon and I both slid across from them. Damon taps on theglass, and the driver starts the car.

"What is your name?” I ask my raven-haired beauty. She chews her plump lips, and I replace my gazesettles on them while she fidgets with her hands.

"Rogue, Sir" they both say in unison.

“No, your names,” I demand; they both look at each other confused.

“You know the names given to you when you were born,” Damon clarifies.

“You want our real names?” The other girl asked, and it was evident she didn't know how to feelabout that.

"Yes, I assume you both have names other than rogue,” I tell them.

“Her name is Abbie. Mine is Ivy,” she says quietly before looking back at her hands. I could hearboth their heart rates accelerate, their fear perfuming the car. Damon reaches into the ice bucket,grabbing some bottles of water out.

He offers them one, but neither of them moves. Their fear was starting to irk me. We had donenothing to earn their fear.

“Take it,” Damon tells them, and the oldest one, Abbie, reaches forward, taking it from him.

He offers one to Ivy, and she shakes her head. “We can share,” they both say like it would be anawful thing accepting the other one. Growling, they both flinch away from me. I needed to get awayfrom them; I wanted to try to speak to them, but their fear of me was ticking me off, and her scentwas overwhelming me. I wanted her but didn’t because I knew it was wrong to want her, and Icouldn't explain it. Urges I never felt had my blood pumping fiercely, making me feel hot andsomewhat flustered.

“Pull over,” I call out, and the driver does. I get out, slamming the door. Damon does the samethough he shuts his door gently. I walk back to the car, climbing in, and Gannon sighs, getting outlike he was bored and sick of playing musical chairs

“Sit with them,” I tell him, and he nods, walking back to the limo.