His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

The next few days went the same, the King forcing me to go with him wherever he went, forcing me to

follow around like a lost puppy. I stared longingly out toward the forest through his office window at

Clarice and Peter. Peter had a bucket and a scrubbing brush in his hand. Clarice was talking to him, and

she looked like she was about to hang out the washing. I pressed my forehead against the cool glass.

Fresh air would be good, anything to get away from the King or guards, even if only for a few moments.

“I will take you outside later,” the King said, and I peered over at him. He stared down at his laptop

screen, not paying any attention to me whatsoever. For the most part, we ignored each other. However, I

could see he was becoming bothered by it. It was almost as if he was picking fights with me when we did

talk, just to give him a reason to grab me or touch me.

He never hurt me, but I don’t believe that was his intention, anyway. The bond drew him closer to me and

Damian had admitted that is why the King drinks the way he does; to fight off the urges for him to give in

to the bond, something I have refused to do myself. I had also been refusing to sleep in the bed with him

even though I could hear him pacing because of it. It gave me a sick satisfaction that it disturbed him.

Like I was winning at something. Though it pained me refusing him, I was becoming desensitized to the

pain.

He couldn’t complain about it because he said I couldn’t leave the room, and technically I hadn’t or tried

to, so he had no reason to force me into bed with him or use the calling on me though, I could see the

temptation too clearly on his face.

“Can I ring Abbie?” I asked, and he peered over the laptop screen at where I was sitting.

“You tried her earlier, and she never picked up. You may try tonight, and if she doesn’t answer, I will ring

her mate, so you can speak with her, that is if you behave and eat tonight,” he adds. I turn my gaze away

and glare out the window. I have had no appetite since being back. Just the smell of food makes me

want to throw up.

“Can you go help, Clarice?” I asked.

“No, I am busy,” he growled and chewed my lip. It was boring sitting here and that’s all I ever seemed to

do, sit around and wait for him to drag me somewhere else.

“Damian can take me,” I told him, and he sighed, sitting back in his chair and staring over at me.

“Damian and Gannon are working; I can’t pull them away from their duties just because you’re bored,

Ivy,” he said. A growl slipped from me, and he folded his arms across his chest and arched an eyebrow

at me before pressing his full lips in a line. My eyes stared at them and I had to pull my gaze away from

them, making me lick mine. Something I noticed he did when he was debating with himself and not liking

his own trail of thoughts.

Standing up, he watched me as I made my way over to him before stopping next to his desk; he swiveled

in his chair to face me straight on like he thought I was about to make a run for the door when I noticed

his computer screen. Noticing my gaze, he glanced back at the beautiful woman on the screen and hurt

rushed through me. There were lots of them, all tiny pictures of women displayed in different states of

undress and posing for the camera.

“It’s not what you think,” he murmured, and I looked at him. He reached for me, but I jerked my hand

away. Had been sitting here this entire time looking at other women while I sat across from him.

“Ivy, come here,” he snarled, leaning forward and wrapping his fingers around my wrist. He pulled me on

his lap before locking his arm around my waist when I tried to get up, and he nipped my shoulder with his

teeth.

“I’ll show you, stop,” he growled.

“I don’t want to see your side pieces,” I snapped at him, and his arm around my waist tightened, and his

growl turned menacing as he pressed his teeth against the back of my neck.

“I don’t have side pieces, only you. Now stop it,” he snapped before moving the mouse around and

clicking on one. I growled. I couldn’t help it until it clicked open, and then the screen opened up to her

mutilated body. My stomach lurched, and I looked away, my heart thumping in my ears loudly and my

eyes wide in h****r.

“Are you still jealous of a d**d woman?” Kyson asked as I turned away, unable to handle looking at the

screen.

“Get rid of it,” I whispered as tears burned and stung my eyes at the thought of what she endured to look

like that.

“I clicked out of another file. I didn’t think about the picture on it, or I would have shut the screen

completely down.”

“Why are they all half-naked? Did they not have better pictures?” I said, wiping a stray tear. I couldn’t get

the image out of my head. The way she was torn apart and the look of anguish in her d**d eyes.

“Unfortunately, no, their owners didn’t take normal pictures they wouldn’t sell; The King said.

“Wouldn’t sell?” I asked.

“Yes, these women are rogue s*x slaves, Ivy. We have been trying to find out where they are kept, and

we also believe the children’s bodies that have been washing up belong to some of these women, we

know the hunters are behind it, yet we don’t know why so many are suddenly popping up,”