His Lost Lycan Luna

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 47 – It wasn’t much further until we arrived in the sleepy little town where I first discovered my mate. True to his word. As we pulled up in the town square, Mrs. Daley had her wrist tied above her head, and she stood against the podium. Shivering against the wind.

Alpha Dean and his son were waiting and instantly greeted us, though I noticed Alpha Dean stepped forward first to shake my hand, and his son kept his head hung. Alpha Dean was dressed in a suit with his jacket undone, his shirt wrinkled like he had been working all day in it, but he looked in pristine condition compared to his son, who wore shorts and a tank top. Not exactly dressed for a king’s arrival. I sneered at his b**e feet. He bared his neck to me.

Smart, he didn’t want me to lose my temper. I was already on edge about having to come here and leave my mate behind.

“Tied and waiting, sir, as you asked. May I ask what she did wrong?” Alpha Dean asked. Mrs. Daley whimpered at his words.

“I think the question is what she did right because there is no reasoning that could explain why you would leave a cruel, spiteful woman in charge of raising innocent children,” I told the Alpha.

“Right, right? I um. I can see that she is punished if I know what I am punishing her for?” he said, sending a glare her way. It was clear he wasn’t aware of the treatment, but his son’s fear was so potent I had a feeling he knew.

“Punishment is already decided, Alpha, I wanted to do it myself, but Gannon has volunteered so we could get this over with quicker. He even brought his own whip.” I smiled coldly at Mrs. Daley, whose face paled.

“How many lashings did we count on the girls’ backs?” I asked Gannon, turning to look at him.

“Damian and I believe around seventy on Abbie’s,” Gannon stated.

“And from what I could count roughly 135 on Ivy’s, though I know that number is a lot higher, but hard to count when the skin is terribly marred,” I growled.

couldn’t possibly

let out a breath, and I turned to Gannon. “Double it, I don’t want her standing at all,” I told him, and

the pack house. They both hurried ahead, sending nervous glances at me, and halfway to the house, I stopped and turned to watch as Gannon unraveled the whip he brought

called to him, and his head looked up

G*d, he could be a twisted f****r,

arms. I wouldn’t want you to

the swish of the whip as it

at the headmistress, horrified. It’s funny they have

but I was eager to get home to Ivy, so when Gannon offered, I took him up on it. “My King, would you like coffee, water, maybe a

whiskey?” I asked,

We will be in the basement,” the Alpha said to his son, who looked humiliated that

and we waited until he went down and called clear before I descended into the basement. The place was filled with boxes and boxes of files. A table and lamp sat in the middle of the room with pictures

this?” I asked.

Alpha Dean mused before handing me a picture of a d**d woman. Her throat was torn out, and her guts cut open as she lay on

is this?” I asked,

another autopsy photograph of a man, but these pictures mean nothing to