His Lost Lycan Luna

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 152 – Abbie POV

I felt sick knowing Cassandra’s life was in my hands. Gannon groans sitting up on the couch he usually slept on. I tried to take the couch but he always refused. He stretches and his back cracks before he turns his head, cracking his neck and making my guilt worse. I set his clothes on the bed having pulled on my uniform already when he noticed me.

“What are you doing?” Gannon growled seeing the servant’s uniform I was wearing. I look down at it, flattening the front. I had pulled a black long sleeve skivvy on underneath it since the blouse opened a little along the neckline revealing my mauled shoulder.

“I can’t sit in this room all day, Gannon. I want to work,” I tell him as he comes over to me. He starts tugging at the blouse but I smack his hands away.

“You want to work? Fine, but not in this uniform. You aren’t a servant,” he growls.

“What does it matter if I am a servant or not? Clarice is a servant! Do you think so little of her too?” I ask him and he seems taken aback by my words.

“What? Of course not, Abbie. A job is a job no matter the status, I just don’t want you in that d**n uniform!” he snaps tugging at the buttons and undoing them.

“Gannon stop it! I am wearing it. Now leave me be!” I snap at him. He presses his lips in a line but puts his hands up in surrender.

“You don’t have to wear that,”

“I know,” I tell him.

“Do you? You don’t have to be a servant, you don’t even have to work if you don’t want to,”

so against

you are nothing more than a servant. I don’t want you

bite my lip as he walks over to the bathroom and pushes the door open

can I smell

a mate not a house cleaner,” he says,

Geez, Gannon, my d***y washing was in there too, and I sure as h**l don’t want one of the

the library

want to work as a servant. I know what I am doing. Kitchens are full and the library? What use would I be when I can’t read?” I

you can come

a lost puppy. I don’t see what the big deal is,” I tell him, walking over and grabbing my flats and socks. I sit on the

my ankle placing it on his knee and I sighed, watching as he tugged

a servant either right?”

he says, looking up

my shoes on. “And you are always opening d**n doors and running my baths. I can’t read

things?” He chuckles, shaking his head

I thought chivalry wasn’t d**d. Apparently it is just non-existent,” he laughs,

things because I like doing

same with me setting your clothes out and cleaning the room, and making our