His Lost Lycan Luna

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 190 – We stepped into a courtyard I had never been in before. My heart nearly stopped when I saw Ester tied with her hands chained above her head to the wall. Her clothes were torn at the back from where the whip had slashed her flesh, yet the wounds were healed, and she panted.

Kyson growls, and anger coursed through the bond. Peter stood with a whip in his hands that he swiftly dropped, shaking his head and looking at Kyson pleadingly. Clarice stood off to the side, nibbling her fingernails. The skin on her face had tears trekking down it and dripping off her chin.

Though Trey’s expressionless face as he stared at Peter shocked me the most. This was his sister, and he showed no care for her at all. It was shocking to see.

“Again! You have twenty more, Peter.” he snarls, stalking over to him and snatching the whip from the ground. He thrusts it at Peter, who flinches away from him. Bile rose up my throat, and I looked at Kyson squeezing his hand, and he turned his head, looking at me.

“It’s only twenty,” I tell him, and Ester glanced over her shoulder at me. Her face flushed red, and she panted before looking at Kyson.

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“Hurry up, Peter. Finish it!” Kyson snaps.

“P***k.” I hiss under my breath, and Kyson growls, leaning down to whisper in my ear.

“Watch your tone,” he whispers next to my ear.

“Watch yours.” I retorted, ripping my arm from his grip. I make my way over to Clarice, who explains Ester was taking it rather well, and Kyson overhearing that, did not sound impressed.

He walked over to Liam and talked to him before Liam walked off. Though I was quite shocked at how fast Ester was healing. The moment the whip pulled away, her skin closed. Being whipped was one thing. Seeing someone else made my skin prickle and itch.

I couldn’t stand the sound of the crack being made, the way it whipped through the air, the sound of tearing flesh. Flashbacks smashed me as l tried to block them out, and I wanted nothing more than to run. At this moment, I truly hated Kyson. Hated who he had become.

her skin was red and angry but no longer bleeding. That seemed to bother Kyson. He wanted blood, and plenty stained the stone ground, yet he was not sated by it. For the most part, I stared at the rose

him. I watched in h****r as he dipped the whip in the bucket, and my heart lodged in my throat, and tears sprung to my eyes as he pulled it out. The cracking sound sent spray everywhere and her scream I

back to a dark place and had me twisting where I sat on the edge of the garden. The contents of my stomach spewed

limply in the chains, yet still, he didn’t stop. I was trapped in the darkest parts of my mind. The darkest places I thought

of my own head that was tormenting me. Peter lay on the ground, and Kyson stood over him with the whip in his hand. Ester was a b****y mess, and l could have sworn that some of the white

couldn’t move to lift her head. I gaped at the scene before me. Peter clutched

as a ghost as he looked at Peter and

can’t take anymore! Let me

“No!” Clarice shrieked.

his upper lip pulling back over his teeth, and a sinister glint was in his black obsidian

“I’ll allow it,”

boy!” The gardener defended. I had no idea when he got here, but he obviously

and tossed himself in front of his mother. Trey clenched his jaw and looked ahead, the only sign that he disagreed with Kyson’s actions. He was controlled solely now by his rage and hate for the pair. I saw him raise

wouldn’t allow Kyson to k**l them. The sentence he gave Ester turned lethal

sharp tendrils of fiery pain split up my back and tear my dress and shoulder. I hissed, and my back arched, but

and l clenched my teeth when I heard a roar. Gold flecks flitted brightly, tainting my vision, and a collective gasp was heard when suddenly Trey smashed into the wall

me s**k in a harsh breath as I turned to face my mate, who was now staring in h****r at me. He takes a step toward

“Move!”

enough!” I

she has,” Kyson growled, challenging me, but I refused to move. I nod toward the gardener, who comes over a grabs Peter, dragging him away when I start undoing the front of

her place.” I tell

“No!” Kyson snarls.