His Lost Lycan Luna

Book 2. His Found Lyoan Luna. Chapter 20

Denali and Mr. Crux talk amongst themselves while Cassandra digs her smokes out of her leather jacket.

“How could you, after everything you did to her?” | ask Cassandra. She pops her hip, lighting a smoke before stepping closer

“My husband is dead because of her. Your mate killed him. I now have to raise my kids without their father because of that bitch,” Cassandra spits at me. I growl, my canines slipping past my gums as anger courses through me. She turned to face the council members who were whispering amongst themselves behind me.

“She still commanded them, but I have one more question before we proceed.” I turn my head, and he steps closer.

“Did you know it was against the law to break a mate bond against their will?” Denali asks. My brows furrow, wondering why he was asking, yet the urge to answer hit me instantly.

“Yes,” I breathe.

“And you still did it?” Denali asks.

“He was hurting her, so yes,”

“Well then, regardless of whether the King commanded you, you knew better. Being his mate, you are capable of fighting his commands, therefore will be held accountable,” Cassandra smirks at his words puffing on her cigarette.

Crux, who was still standing beside me. Though I already knew by the whip in Kendricks’s hand. My heart raced

you may be the King’s Mate, but you abused your authority, so you will be punished. 1000 lashes, or until Cassandra deems fit,” he chucklės. “About time the King is held accountable for errors,” Mr.Crux sneered. I

the King’s mate, that doesn’t give you

her,” I scream at

is your

or is your truth serum not 100 percent,” I spat back at him. He grips my chin, pinching it

or not, you broke the law. We uphold it. We were looking for a reason to take him

laughed. Mr. Crux grips my hair, yanking my head

won’t hold back, not after the king took his sight,” I swallow, and my breathing becomes

you are. It will buy you some time,

“What?”

bite into my flesh, making me scream, hooks slashed up my spine and dug into my shoulder,

toward the fence, suddenly trying to get in. My knees dragged across the ground from the force of the gate being

my weight. I feel the barbs tear out of my skin, ripping my flesh away. My head hung limply, and all I could think about was the pain radiating through my back when someone’s head was shoved through the iron-barred gates beside

could do was blink at the man’s head stuck between the bars.

was missing. My head rolls to the side, and I see the men in armor backing up, guns trained down the driveway as they fire. I thought my eyes were deceiving me when I

on the other side of the gate, my eyes wide, and I felt sick to my stomach. I could hear screaming, and I turned my head to find it was Cassandra. Her hands cupped her mouth as she watched her pack getting torn to shreds. Suddenly I dropped to the ground, and I didn’t even realize someone was uncuffing me. My body was limp as I stared around at the slaughter. Hands grab me ripping me against someone’s chest. My back arches as I try to get the pressure