His Lost Lycan Luna

His Lost Lycan Luna By Jessica Hall Chapter 82

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 82 – Getting up, I followed her. Her skin was clammy as she ambled to the sink basin to rinse her and brush her teeth. Leaning on the door frame, I watched her, and she wet her face before wetting the back of her neck. She stopped beside me when she went to leave, and I stepped aside, letting her pass. By the time she got back to the bed in front of the fireplace, her teeth were chattering. Goosebumps covered every inch of flesh as she huddled beneath the blanket.

Lying down, her mind was churning. I could feel it, feel her confusion yet also curiosity but also her fear of knowing the truth. Her pain writhed through the bond, the cramping, nausea. One thing I am glad is long over and gone for myself. It’s just the initial shift, your body preparing itself. Your first shift always sticks with you; it is excruciating. Hers made worse by our sabotaged bond.

“It makes no sense,” she murmurs, barely audible even to my ears. I roll on my side, peeling the blanket back. She was bundled in like a human burrito. “What doesn’t?” I ask her.

“If it was true, why would she take me? Why not k**l me?”

“Unfortunately, not everything makes sense, Ivy, and I don’t think I want to make sense of that woman’s mind; if it made sense, we would be like her if we shared her mindset,” I answer.

Ivy sighs, and her big cerulean blue eyes peer up at me. “And if you’re wrong?”

“I’m not. I was the first time; I am sure this time, Ivy,” I answer.

“But if you are?”

“Then nothing, you’re still my mate, and you are not your mother,” I tell her. She snuggles down in the blanket, only from her nose up peeking out from the blanket.

“My body heat will help regulate your temperature. The bond calls for it now. It recognizes me, Ivy. Don’t suffer just because I was a p***k. You have me and the bond; use it. I won’t force you to do anything unless you ask me to,” I tell her.

“Why would I ask you too?” she says, like I am absurd.

calling, Ivy. I know you don’t like me using it, but there is a reason

eyes. She was half correct. It is barbaric when you look at it

never rape you. Do you think that little

when you use it to get what you

to submit. It helps calm the bond. Calm your bond to me, Ivy. Yes, it can be used in a sense as an aphrodisiac or calm you, which is my

Once the bond is forged for Lycans, we can even get

“How so?” she asks.

tell when you’re hurt, like your hand. For example, mine hurt too. I can feel your curiosity to know if I am right about you being Azalea. Yet your apprehension at also knowing, I can tell that I scare you,” I

haven’t

nothing you would be able to hide from me, Ivy, I will feel and sense everything when it comes to you, but

me will strengthen you,” I tell her in

everyone put me in, I am tired. Strength? Strength isn’t physical; it’s enduring. Enduring of everything when all you want to do is nothing but crumble and let

have meaning because they always said it to each other, though I was curious about

my heart is still beating for you; we stopped living for ourselves. Instead, we lived for each other. You

“Like a pact?”

it when

happened when you

looked for her. I found her in the cellar, her tunic torn, her thighs covered in blood. Abbie was standing on a chair with a rope around her neck. She wouldn’t tell me what happened, but I knew. She told me to leave, but I grabbed the other chair and climbed up beside her and loosened the noose, wrapping it around my neck

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