His Lost Lycan Luna

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 77 – Ivy POV

I awoke to whispers reaching my ears, groggily rolling over; I looked toward the King who was standing by the door. Beta Damian’s scent wafted to me, so I knew it was him he was speaking with as I tried to listen. Stretching out, my back cracked as I yawned. That was the best sleep I had had in days, actually waking up and feeling rested. Sitting up, I noticed the King had the jewelry box in his hands, and I tilted my head better to listen to what they were speaking about.

“Find me anything on Azalea, everything you can find,” The King told him, and my brows pinched together, wondering what he wanted with a d**d child’s information. My stomach dropped, wondering what he was trying to dig up. More reasons to hate me?”

“Something isn’t right, and she…-” the King shakes his head. “Something doesn’t add up,” I hear him tell Beta Damian when the King looks over his shoulder at me. Beta Damian takes the box from him.

“I’ll see what I can find out,” Damian tells him, and the King nods before shutting the door. He turns to face me before wandering over to a coffee table and retrieving a tray of food and placing it on my lap. I stared down at the steak and salad before he grabbed his own tray and came to sit by me.

“What was that about?” I asked the King as he took his seat.

“I need him to look into something, eat your lunch,” he says before cutting into his steak, though his steak was bleeding. My mouth salivated hungrily, and my belly rumbled. Though I was a little shocked to learn, it was already the middle of the day. I cut into my steak and popped a piece into my mouth. The hunger instantly died down, no longer wanting to eat as I forced myself to chew and s*****w. The King watched me curiously as I tried not to be rude and spit the meat out onto the plate. Forcing it down was like trying to s*****w an apple whole as it lodged in my throat.

ring Abbie?” I asked him,

up at it, ever since finding out he was my mate. My taste buds had changed. Stuff I usually like no longer held any appeal to me. Everything changing,

to get up. The King growls. He cuts off a piece of his meat before offering the fork to me, holding it to my lips. The same thing happened; my mouth water instantly, making me wonder why his food smelt different. It was hardly cooked, if you could call it cooked at all, more like seared on either side and practically raw. Yet I opened my mouth and almost

his. “Eat,” he said, tapping my plate with the fork. My brows furrowed as

and I was struggling to eat the entire thing after getting through half of it. Forcing another mouthful down, yet also savoring the taste. I watched the King pull

I said while trying to cut through another. The King up

anything yesterday. Eat half of it, and you can call her,” He said; I glared

“Ivy!”

more pieces. I can’t eat much more. You will make me sick,” I snap at

“Three”