His Lost Lycan Luna

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 138 – Azalea POV Walking out of my room, I was greeted by Liam, who came over and looped his arm through mine like we were best buddies. “And what adventure are we going on today, my Queen?” he asks, and I chuckle, looking around for Dustin.

“Dustin went to get your breakfast,” Liam says as l glance around.

“I’m not hungry. I just want to see Abbie,” I tell him with a frown as I walk down the steps toward Gannon’s room. Abbie hadn’t left the room since that first night back, and I know that is why Gannon wanted to take her somewhere, and I wanted to see Abbie before she left.

Kyson told me she was leaving through the mindlink. It always freaked me out when he used it. Not used to having someone in my head, let alone being a part of something. Abbie was rogue again, and I hated that, but she refused to let Gannon mark her. Every time l asked Kyson to make her pack, he said she refused and he couldn’t unless he changed her.

I knew why. She didn’t think she was worthy of having good things, but that wasn’t all. If Gannon couldn’t change her, then she wouldn’t be Lycan, and I don’t know what I would do without Abbie. Gannon stopped by not long after the King left to let me know he was taking her somewhere and that they were leaving after lunch.

Walking through the winding corridors and toward the back of the castle, I knocked but got no answer. Looking up at Liam, he gripped the door handle and pushed the door open, and stuck his head in the door.

“I think she is showering,” Liam whispers, although he had a strange look on his face like he knew something I didn’t, so I push the door open wider and step inside.

“I will wait here. Gannon isn’t here,” Liam says, sniffing the air and looking away from me awkwardly. I give him a nod before stepping into the darkroom. The c******s closed, and no light made it a little difficult to see as my eyes adjusted to the darkroom. I managed to kick my toe on a coffee table and felt like cursing the d**n thing. Making my way to the bathroom, I knock on the door.

“Abbie? It’s me,” I call out to her, but I get no answer. However, it sounded like she was crying behind the door, and I suddenly knew why Liam didn’t want to come in. Glancing around the room, I open the door and close it behind me. Turning to face the dark bathroom, I find the mirrors are covered over with large sheets of black paper, the bathroom darker than the main room, the air thick with the salt of her tears and the billowing steam.

a sweat. It was like a sauna in here. Muttering could be heard from the

her in the bottom of the shower, scrubbing herself viciously while pressed into the corner. Her skin is bright red from the heat of the scalding water. I knew she wasn’t okay. Everyone knew that but seeing her like this broke my heart. She stops like she hadn’t realized I was here. Her head lifted and she just stared

my mouth,” she whispers while staring off vacantly. A tear slips down her cheek before disappearing down the drain with cascading water. Her lip quivered as l stepped into the shower, my clothes becoming saturated, and the water was scalding hot. I move over to her near the far wall and sit beside her. Some parts of

Abbie. Just don’t stay there too long, don’t let it trap you, don’t give him the control he no longer has over you,” I tell her, and she turns her head to look at

you still

love, just some twisted version of what

naive, stupid,” she

we have been given, and that’s not your fault,” I tell her. I sit with her, letting the boiling water scold my legs. Thankfully she only had her legs under the water, the rest of her pressed against the wall. Yet her skin

Az. I don’t want to

that orphanage. Only then we were younger, and children. Children only know what we are

light, we see the monsters, the lies and understand nothing about our childhood was normal. What we thought was normal no longer is, and this new normal we are still uncertain of. Comfortable with pain because it was normal, comfortable in our own misery that was normal, so broken was normal. How do

until I met Kyson, Abbie hasn’t met her new normal she is still suffering in the version we grew up with. And I knew she was tired, tired of the old normal. She wears her resilience

broken,” I whisper despite

know who I am anymore,” she