His Lost Lycan Luna (Jessica Hall)
Chapter 7

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 7 - Ivy POV

King Kyson got out of the car and left with his Beta, a new person climbing in the car in and takingthe King's place. He stared at us with his arms folded the entire time and didn't say a word.

Was he ordered to not speak to us? The silence was deafening, yet he kept his aura low as if tryingnot to scare us. His eyes watched our every move. Abbie picked at her fingers nervously, head downand eyes glued in her lap.

The drive lasted hours; it was the afternoon when we left; I watched the night pass by and themorning rise. Hours of silence, except for the sound of the tires on the road and the roar of theengine before finally we stopped. We had stopped a couple of times for fuel, the Beta even tried tofeed us, but my stomach was in knots, so I touched nothing. Abbie tried, though even she had losther appetite. Abbie passed out again, exhaustion too much for her with the events leading to this.Abbie had fallen asleep beside me, her head on my shoulder, and I reached over and shook hergently. I couldn't sleep; I was petrified of what would happen next. My brain conjured up manydifferent scenarios, all of which ended with our d****e.

My back was k*****g from sitting so straight, and the lashes that covered it strained when I movedto wake her, and I felt my blood dribble down my back as they reopened with the movement. Theman across from us leans forward and sniffs the air slightly. After hours of profound silence, hefinally spoke for the first time.

“Which one of you is injured and covered in herbs?” We both shake our heads, and his jaw clenchesbefore he speaks.

"Don't lie to me. Clearly, the King wants you both for some reason. So answer me, or I will call himover and ask permission to strip you to replace out,”

The door suddenly opens, saving us from answering. Beta Damian looks in the limo. The man getsout before motioning for us to follow him.

Abbie slides across the seat to the open door and climbs out first before grabbing my arm to helpme out, the bending movement slicing through my back, and I blink back tears and grit my teeth.Abbie squeezes my fingers gently in reassurance, and I smile, giving her's a squeeze back. When Ilook up, license replace the King standing next to his Beta whispering to the man that sat in the carwith us.

“Thank you, Gannon, I"ll handle it,” King Kyson tells him, and Abbie and I look at each other, fear inboth our eyes at what he meant by those words.

“Follow me,” King Kyson orders walking around the limo. We follow before stopping on thecobblestone road. We were at his castle. An actual sandstone castle. It looked like it belonged in afairytale, not real life.

The place was tremendous, and both of us froze in shock. Vines wrapped around the high stonewalls with purple and pink blossoming flowers, the gardens surrounding the place in pristinecondition and not a weed in sight. A tall wrought iron fence surrounded the castle's perimeterhidden by just as tall hedges, a large water fountain sat in the middle of the cobblestone road nextto where the cars lined up on the circular driveway.

We knew the King would live in a castle but knowing that and seeing it were two different things,and the place was exquisite.

"Why are we here?” Abbie whispers nervously. Rogues weren't allowed at the Lycan King's castle.

“I said to follow,” The King says, and we both realized he had stopped and was waiting for us,looking at us impatiently. His Beta touches my back, urging us along, and I hiss, my back archingaway from his touch as pain rippled over my back.

Abbie grips my arm, knowing crying out would get us whipped again, and I s**k in a breath willingthe tears not to fall, so we aren’t beaten for them. Swallowing down my pain, I start walking, thoughthe King doesn't turn when we approach him. His gaze is stern as he stares at me. His jaw clenches,his hands ball into fists. Abbie’s hand trembles in mine. Maybe if I beg, he will spare her for mystupidity.

He suddenly turns and continues walking while we stumble to keep up with his long strides. A manin uniform rushes to open the heavy wooden double doors, the King moving so quickly we didn'teven have a chance to look where we were going as we tried to keep up with him. Abbie’s griptightens when I start to slow down, the pain of moving making everything ache. We stop at a set ofstairs, the King moving down a corridor that runs alongside them, and we come to a huge bustlingkitchen with workers.

“Clarice,” The King calls out. Everyone stops and bares their necks to the King. One woman looks upbefore nodding and walking over, wiping her hands on a tea towel. She was an older woman,maybe in her fifties, with a warm smile and soft features. She wore a maids uniform with an aprontied around her waist.

“My king,” she acknowledges before looking us over.

“I have two new girls for you to train, and they need uniforms,” he tells her.

“Right away, my lord, come with me, girls,” the woman says, giving us both a friendly smile; shemotions to follow after her.

Abbie and I quickly follow her, and she leads us through the kitchen and down yet another corridor.Turning a corner, we replace ourselves in a laundry room. Rows of uniforms lined the shelves; shelooked us up and down before handing each of us a grey button-up dress with short sleeves andaprons that had pockets in the front. The material is thick yet soft.

"What are your names?” she asks when the King suddenly walks in, making her divert her attentionto him.

“My king, is there something you need?” She asks, clearly shocked he followed her. He shakes hishead and leans on a counter, and Clarice waits to see if he will leave, only he doesn't. Clarice turnedback to us, clapped her hands, making us jump and look away from the imposing King that waswatching us.

"Girls, I asked for your names.”

“Ivy, ma'am,” I told her in a rush.

"Abbie, ma'am,” Abbie answers softly, bowing her head.

“Very good, now quickly get changed through that door,” she says, pointing behind us. We lookover our shoulders when the King speaks.

“Not you, you change here,” he says, and Abbie and I look at each other nervously. Clarice alsolooks at the King, horrified.

“My King?"

"Abbie, go get changed in the room, Ivy remain where you are,” he says, and my heart thumpserratically in my chest at his words.