His Lost Lycan Luna

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 29 – I gagged, and the Limo stopped. The door opened, and I lurched toward it, stumbling out of the car, and I nearly tripped headfirst into the dirt when the King grabbed my arm. I tried to jerk out of his grip, knowing I would be sick, but it was too late, and I threw up all over the ground, narrowly missing our feet.

“You won’t lie to me again, will you, Ivy?” the King asks. Why did he keep asking me that and saying it that way? I heard car doors open before the King handed me a handkerchief. As my surroundings spun, I wiped my mouth, feeling somewhat better but very unsteady on my feet. My vision was terrible, and my head was pounding. The only thing I could make out was that I was on the side of the road and the blurring green and the scent of the forest along both sides of the road.

The Beta comes over to me with a bottle of water. He cracks the lid before handing it to me.

“Get her toothbrush and toothpaste, please. I would say she wants to rid the taste completely,” The King tells him, and he walks off. I chug the water down before the Beta comes over with a cloth and toiletries bag. One of the guards also brought another water bottle over, and I leaned heavily on the King, unable to hold myself up while the Beta grabbed my arm.

My entire body felt heavy and hot. The King wet the cloth before swiping my hair over my shoulder and wetting the back of my neck. I sighed at the coolness of it against my heated skin before he washed my face. I was pretty much a ragdoll as he pulled me around.

“I think she learned her lesson, my king,” The Beta chuckles; I stared at him.

“I had to improvise,” The King said, confusing me more.

“I don’t understand,” I slurred.

“You lied to me,” The King says simply. I shake my head at his words.

“I have another bottle. Would you like to drink that too?” The King asked. Huh, is that why he kept making me drink as some sort of punishment but for what? I hadn’t lied. At least, I don’t think I did? I quickly shook my head.

My legs wobble under my weight, and Beta Damian’s grip tightens on my arm. I tried to look around and found all the men out of their cars looking at the forest and road. Oh my gosh, all those people just watched me puke.

“Do you want to brush your teeth?” The King asks me, and I nod though the task seemed like it would be too much, although I needed to rid the taste.

“I spewed,” I slurred, my words not coming outright. I knew what I wanted to say, but the words didn’t come out correctly.

you did,” the King says while pulling me back to the car. He placed me on the seat, and didn’t want to get back into the stuffy car, enjoying the cool air. The Beta handed me the toiletries bag,

before pulling out some

strange sometimes. I heard his Beta chuckle when I do as I am commanded, and I glare at him before spitting the

feisty when

my hands. One of the guards took it from him, and he motioned for me to

“No?” he asks.

I don’t think the words came out like that, but he had no trouble understanding what I

driver put the heater on,” He laughed. I blinked at him, wondering why he would do that when it was stifling

“In the car, Ivy”

in, turning on the seat before shuffling heavily over to my seat. I leaned against the other door when Kyson came in, turning the air conditioning on and a little fan. After his Beta climbed in the car beside me, he

Beta hands me another bottle of water, and I drink it

front of the King. My shock must have been evident because the King laughed

can’t sit in here with this heat,” Beta Damian

tells him. His Beta shakes his head and hops out, not even waiting

just got out, and he swore, but you didn’t punish him,” The King laughs before reaching for me, and my eyes opened wide as his hands

under the air conditioning,

he likes, just like

I tell

where I was draped over him, enjoying the icy cold air conditioning blasting me. The King

lie?” the

I could do what I want, I didn’t want to drink, you made me,” I tell him, and before I could stop

at me?” he chuckled softly, and I felt my pulse slow when

“I’m sorry,” I murmured.