His Lost Lycan Luna

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 132 – The door closed behind him, but he was inside the stall. I quickly tried to cover my b*****s, though I had no idea why. When I asked him to close the door, I didn’t mean for him to come into the shower with me.

Gannon’s eyes run the length of me, then quickly dart away. My stomach sinks. This was why I didn’t want to turn around. I knew what he would see, and my mutilated skin was anything but pretty. I looked disgusting, my skin carved up, and the pieces forced back together like broken puzzle pieces. Turning to face the back wall, a lump forms in my throat.

“Can you get out, please,” I whisper, though I knew he would hear me with his heightened hearing.

Embarrassment washed over every inch of me, and l suddenly wanted to scrub myself raw, as if I could clean away the vile marks that laced my skin.

“Am I scaring you? I won’t hurt you, Abbie,” Gannon murmurs next to my ear before his chest presses against my back. He reaches past me, grabbing the soap out of the niche in the wall.

“I saw the way you looked at me, Gannon. Just go; I don’t want your pity,” I tell him. He growls, the sound vibrating against my back.

“The way I looked at you?” he asks, sweeping my hair over my shoulder. He dips his face into my neck. His nose runs up the side of my jaw.

I swallowed before answering, my voice coming out shakier than intended.

“Yes, I know I look disgusting, so please, leave,” Gannon growls before his hand holding the bar of soap wraps around my waist, tugging me flush against him. I became startlingly aware that he was indeed naked behind me. Felt every ridge of muscle and bump press against my back and a*s.

“I only looked away because I could tell you were uncomfortable with me staring, Abbie, not because l didn’t like what I could see.” he purrs.

“But he ruined me. I’m broken,” I tell him, my voice cracks at speaking those words aloud. Like suddenly saying them made the realization sit heavier on my shoulders. I was like a broken doll, the porcelain all broken and cracked, held together with glue, marred and made ugly, never to be whole again.

has done to you changes that,” Gannon says while reaching for my arm that was shielding my chest and the stitching. Gannon kisses my shoulder,

hand. I sighed and dropped my arm while his

body relaxes, and my shoulders drop as I lean back against him, letting Gannon help wash me. lord nearly fall asleep against him when he washes my hair, my body putty in this man’s huge hands. Despite the sheer size of

never seen him without at least a tank top on. Of course, I had seen him with no shirt on when

hips. My eyes went to his honey-colored ones when l gasped at the sight of the thick scars branding his skin. My hand reaches to touch the enormous deep scar in the center of his chest. Claw marks raked across his flesh like someone had tried to

and I won’t hide mine,” he whispers, his thumb

a little shocked; I thought Lycan had healed

Gannon says, looking

yourself?” I ask, horrified. He tilts his head to the side, examining

“Why?” I blurted.

ear. My hand moves over his, and I touch the scar and s*****w. The memory of how I got it and Azalea hers will forever haunt me. That day, I wished I could remove it from my memory entirely. If only the rope

than my life,”

Azalea say?” he whispers.

are worth so much more than mine. You hold on, and I will for you, I have

told you?” I asked him,

explained how you both shared similar scars and the meaning behind the words you speak with each other. Not what the butcher did,

met him?” I ask, feeling bile rise in the back of my

k****d him for what he did. Mrs. Daley, too, he will never come after you again. I will never