His Lost Lycan Luna

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 14 – Ivy POV The following two days were a disaster. Ester kept sabotaging me and trying to get me in trouble. So far, I had been in trouble off Clarice, a cook, and now I stared down at the broken vase she deliberately shattered. To top it off, I had a fever; my back was surely infected. I fight back the tears retrieving my dustpan and broom and start sweeping the mess up. She wasn’t even supposed to be up here, yet I always caught her. She always waited to see my reaction before darting off. Glass shattered everywhere.

Gosh, I wonder how expensive it was? I was going to be in so much trouble. Hearing voices on the stairs, my breathing hitches, and I start grabbing the big chunks and dropping them in the bin, slicing my index finger making me hiss. I was over the injuries. Being here was worse than the orphanage. I swear my ribs are broken on my left side, the bruising now a deep dark purple with yellowing around the edges from Ester tripping me on the stairs.

My new shoes were giving me h**l, though someone did give me thick socks for which I am grateful, along with the King’s blanket making me wonder if it was him. I woke up with it draped over me one morning. I placed it back in his room to find it tossed over me again the following day, so I have kept it ever since. I noticed though the King has been on edge and hasn’t been working or leaving his room much. I had also seen him snap at a few guards, and I had smelt the liquor on him when I brought him dinner. Sometimes I even find him following me around, which is terrifying. I can’t think with his constant stares, and I stuff up constantly.

Sweeping, quickly, I heard the voices getting closer, and I could tell it was the King. A piece of glass goes scooting across the floor with the sweep of the broom before the guard’s foot stops it. I blink, wondering if I imagined it. He bends down, picks it up, and tosses it in my bin before winking at me.

He used to guard the stairs and door on the level below, but he has been stationed up here for the last two days now, but that was the first time I have seen him move. At one point, I thought he was a statue, but now I have proof that he is a living, breathing being.

“Thank you,” I whisper to him, and he nods before staring straight ahead again. I hissed, clutching my ribs as I bent to scoop up the last of the shattered glass with the dustpan just as King Kyson and Beta Damian turned into the corridor.

“Oh, for the love of G*d, what did you break this time?” King Kyson groans while shaking his head. I drop my eyes to the floor and s*****w. That’s it. I have done it now; I wondered how many lashings l would get for it.

“Sorry, Sir,” I tell him.

faced his Beta, watching me get

King Kyson tells

here and shut the door behind you,” The King

S**t! I mouth to myself before grabbing the bin and broom. I sit them next to the door. Staring at the ceiling and blinking back tears, I clenched my fists a few times, trying to build up the courage to walk in and face the King. He had been in a terrible mood the last couple of days. I had seen many sides of him in two

was coming up yet wouldn’t tell me what the anniversary was. Just that I should expect outbursts and try to steer clear of him. But it’s hard

step in, shutting the door to find him rummaging through a

at the space where he wants me to stand before looking at him, only to find him

my patience is running low,” He snaps, pointing to the space between his legs. I force my feet to move and

step back only for him to pull me back in place before pressing his

but the nurse said she never saw you, that you never came to see her. Why is

was getting infected, but if the nurse saw the bruises and my ribs, she may put me off work, and if I can’t work, what good was I. They would probably k**l me if I didn’t earn my keep, this wasn’t an orphanage, and I was expected to work for the King

now,” I tell him, which does nothing

lie to me. I can smell it in your bloodstream. Don’t forget what I am, Ivy; my senses are stronger than yours. Now remove the uniform and don’t lie to me again,” he says, and I shake my head trying to step back,

My lip quivers, and I grip