His Lost Lycan Luna

His Lost Lycan Luna Chapter 15 By Jessica Hall

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 15 – The movement makes me cringe in pain as my ribs throb before clenching my teeth to stop from crying out. Quick movements always gave me sharp pains and caused my breathing to hitch.

“Sorry, did that hurt?” He asks. I shake my head.

“Don’t lie. Why do you lie about being in pain?” he asks while he starts to unravel the bandages. Unsure of whether to answer, I remained quiet. Dobber’s always got you in trouble.

“I asked you a question?” he says, tapping the side of my leg and making me jump and blurt out an answer.

“Mrs. Daley would double our punishments if we made noise,” I murmur, remembering the first time l cried out. I was eleven the first time she whipped me. Three lashes turned into six. After a few times, we learned quickly not to make a noise. It was always worse if we did.

“Is that why you have so many scars?” he asks.

“No, we learned to keep quiet. No matter how well we did our chores, Mrs. Daley would always find something to punish us for.”

I grit my teeth as the pressure removes when the bandages go down to the last layer.

“What happened to your ribs and back?” he asks, his fingers brushing my ribs, and I cringed before gritting my teeth, a stifled whimper leaving my lips as he presses on the worst one.

“You don’t have to be quiet, Ivy. I won’t punish you for being in pain. You would have to do something pretty extreme for me to want to punish you,” he murmurs.

“Can you lift your arms above your head?” he asks, and I try to lift both arms, the left pulling at my side making my arms tremble.

“That’s enough; this side looks like you have broken it. How did you do that?” he asks.

“Fell down the stairs, Sir,” I tell him.

“When?”

we

for two days with broken

something, Ivy. You can’t be expected to work like this if you

fine; I can still

will stay in here with

necessary; I can

wasn’t a choice. You remain with me,” King Kyson says before grabbing a jar of ointment and rubbing it on the cuts. I remained still while he cleaned the markings branding my skin, my face heating the longer he touched me. I felt d***y and

my skin tingling everywhere he touched. He moves behind me, the bed

his dresser. He grabs a black shirt out of the drawer, then climbs back on the bed and retakes his place

feel his fingers pinch my

chest and seeping into my back. His

I s**k in a breath. He suddenly clears

you just smell nice,” He

he admitted sniffing me and the fact he thought I smelt nice, most Rogues smell awful to pack wolves, yet again

“Kyson,” He murmurs.

“Pardon, Sir,”

behind me. I shake my

Ivy; I won’t let anyone punish you for using my name,” he says before sliding my bra straps

graze the sides of my b*****s, making me shiver. It was the black shirt he got out of the dresser.

smell nice?” He asks with

over my mouth for what embarrassingly blurted out. He laughs softly, his fingers fiddling with my ponytail before he gently removes my hair tie. My hair falls to my waist, and he runs his fingers through it, I

said it

“Said what?”

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