His Lost Lycan Luna

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 8 – Clarice looked uncertain as she glanced between the King and me before turning and giving me a sad smile.

“Abbie, go get changed, dear,” she says to Abbie, and l s*****w the bile down that rose in my throat. My cheeks heat under his gaze horrified he was expecting me to strip in front of him.

“Forgive me, my king, but is there a reason you have requested her to change in front of you?”

“She lied to my Gamma, now change,” he orders. I look at Clarice, and she nods, telling me to do what he has asked and motions for me to remove my clothes. My fingers tremble as I try to undo the buttons.

“Please, sir,” I murmur.

“Quiet, remove them,” he says, leaving no room for argument when a male servant walks in.

“Out!” The King bellows at the man; he rushes off before Clarice walks over, shutting the door, so no one else walks in. She stands in front of it like she is keeping guard.

“Do I need to come over and undress you?” He snaps, clearly running out of patience. I shake my head, quickly poking the buttons through the holes. I try to turn away to shield myself. My bra was so thin that it was almost see-through, and my breathing was heavy as panic set in.

“This is taking too long,” the King snaps before he is behind me and yanks my blouse off. I shriek, covering myself with my hands. I hear the King inhale a sharp breath before he growls low and deep in the back of his throat. The deep rough sound, made goosebumps rise on my skin. My entire body swayed, and Clarice looked like she was about to faint at the King’s actions of touching a filthy rogue or was she worried for me because she suddenly stepped forward.

“Sir, I can do that,” I hear her say when I suddenly feel fingers run down my back, over my scar ravaged skin, and over the bandage that wrapped around my torso and lower back where the new wounds lay.

His fingers brushed over the markings that couldn’t be covered by the bandages entirely as they were too high up my back. Abbie had wrapped them around my body as best she could, the bandages so tight it pushed my b***s up. I was mortified.

“Turn around,” he says, his voice softer, and I shake my head, embarrassed at the situation I am in. I have never been naked in front of anyone but Abbie and Mrs. Daley. The idea of a man seeing me sickened me, let alone the King.

His hands fall on my shaking shoulders. “Please turn around, Ivy,” he says, turning me slowly. I clench my eyes shut, not wanting to see the disgust on his face when his hand cups my cheek, wiping a stray tear. Cursing myself for letting it fall, knowing the punishment for tears mainly was the worst.

“Put your arms down.”

will see me,” I

need your arms out of the way,” he says, and I

gasps. My eyes fly

didn’t mean it. She will be good. It just startled her; I

you talking about? Who is punishing who?” He snaps at her, and she looks at me, so does the King. His face is so close my breath became lodged in my throat, his silver eyes watching me framed with thick dark lashes, his stubble creating shadows across his face, lips full, and my face heats forcing me to look away; he was

using his Alpha

You didn’t do anything wrong,” I tell her, and

would I punish

We know not to make noise; she didn’t know the

explain what they are talking about?” The King asks, pinching the bridge of his nose

emotion to pain?” Clarice says, looking at us, and

is confused, and I look to Abbie just

turn. I do as he asks and wait for the lashings I am sure will come.

this?” The

we both say in

He asks, yet his

Taylor; she was another Rogue we met when we first got there. Mrs. Daley locked me in a cupboard for a week, Abbie snuck me water, and Taylor was

many times?” King Kyson

Ivy got

something terrible for this sort of punishment.

you

sweeping, but Ivy took all the blame, so she got two for each room. We promise there simply wasn’t time, we had to meet the Alpha, or

over dust and unswept floors?” he growls. The noise is so frightening we both

relief for me, Clarice,” he says, his hand settling on my ribs; the warmth of them sent tingles across my skin. I don’t move for fear of what will happen if I do, though

sir,” Clarice says, rushing