His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

Kyson growls at me. The sound made goosebumps rise on my body, my hair standing on end as a shiver

rushed up my spine. The King then turns his back on me before walking off and heading toward his

room.

The command finally dropped, releasing me allowing me to breathe and to move. My eyes go to Dustin,

but he was back to doing the seeing without seeing thing he does; his eyes were straight ahead, staring

blankly at the wall. Beta Damian stared after the King in what appeared to be shocked as I made my way

toward the King again.

“Kyson?” I called, and he stopped. His entire body tensed once again and rippled like he was about to

shift. The King spins around to face me. He snarls, baring his teeth at me as they elongate. The look on

his face and his intense gaze made me take a step back from him.

“You dare address me so casually,” he growls at me while pointing his finger at me. He takes a step

forward before stopping, and I catch the movement of his Beta behind him when he suddenly stops, and

his hands clench into fists at his sides. Kyson turns and addresses Beta Damian and my heart near

stops at his following words.

“Get her out of my face, put her in the stables. She is no longer welcome here, I don’t want to see it

again,” he snaps, turning back toward his door. Beta Damian’s eyes flick to me, then back to the King

who was walking away.

“Yes, my king,” Beta Damian answered as the King pushed his bedroom door open without even a

glance back at me. My legs moved, and I raced to the door gripping the frame.

“Wait, did I do something wrong?” I asked. Tears burned my eyes, and my vision blurred when he

slammed the door in my face and locked it. I couldn’t understand what I had done? Why he was being

like this? I stared at the closed door separating me from my mate.

It took a few seconds before the pain in my chest was distinguishable from that of the pain of my hand. I

look at my hand clutching the frame where the now sealed door crushed it. The moment I laid eyes on

my hand, pain flew up my arm, and I jerked my hand and near choked on my sob when it didn’t budge.

I tried again to pull it free in disbelief, but it only caused pain. I could feel every groove of my now bent

fingers that were trapped. Out of the corner of my eye, I see his Beta take a step toward me, and I

s*****w and clear my throat while forcing the tears to hold back. My lips quivered, and nothing I did would

have held back my choked whimper.

Don’t cry, don’t cry. You have had worse, I told myself as I raised my other hand to knock on the locked

door.

Movement could be heard from the other side of the door before I felt the lock mechanism slide out of my

palm and the door swung open.

“What!” The King bellowed, and I clutched my broken, bleeding hand to my chest. Fighting back the urge

to cry out in pain.

“Nothing, my king,” I whispered, unable to meet his gaze. Quickly I turned on my heel and walked away.

Walked away from my mate. The sound of the door slamming again was loud and I was halfway down

the stairs. Movement caught my eye, and I saw Clarice and Abbie walking out of the kitchens, chatting to

each other excitedly. They both looked up at me.

“Oh my gosh, Ivy, what happened to your hand,” Abbie shrieked, rushing over to me. Words failed me

and I could only stare as she fussed over me. Unsure what hurt more, my hand or my heart that the King

just tore from my chest.

“I will get the first aid,” Clarice says before hurriedly rushing back toward the kitchen when two guards

walked over and stopped beside us. My eyes went to the tallest one.

“Miss Ivy, you need to come with me,” One of them said, and I looked at him and nodded.

“Just a second, just let me wrap her hand first. How did you do it, Ivy?,” Clarice says as she rushed back

out with a box in her hands.

“I’m sorry, but I have been asked to escort her out of the castle immediately,” the guard answers and my

heart sinks somewhere deep inside me, forming a pit.

“What, why? Do you have any idea who this girl is? The King would pitch a fit,” Clarice argued with him.

“I am aware she is the King’s mate. The King was the one who gave the orders, now lvy, if you would

follow me, please,” the guard said, turning on his heel.

“Wait, where are you taking her?” Abbie asks, holding my arm.

“Just let me fix her hand. She is bleeding everywhere,” Clarice begged, but the guard seized my arm and

yanked me away.

“I’m sorry, I have been ordered,” he states.

Clarice tried to hand me the bandages when the other guard stepped forward, and only then did l notice

it was Dustin.

“I will take them, I will wrap her hand,” he says, giving me a sympathetic look. The other guard glares at

him but says nothing as he drags me toward the doors.

“Can you at least tell me where you are taking her, so I know when I am sent to come to find her,” Clarice

asked the guard?

“The stables, she is not to come in the castle. The King said she is no longer welcome inside”. Abbie and

Clarice gasped and I looked back at them. Both appeared shocked, just as shocked as me. What did I

do? The guard tugged me out the door and I stared ahead.

I knew it was too good to be true. I would never be anything more than a rogue, only now I was the rogue

whose mate was the King. Clearly, he came to his senses and realized what a mistake he made by

choosing me. Now fate had tied us, and not even that was enough to stop him from getting rid of me.