His Lost Lycan Luna (Jessica Hall) novel Chapter 11

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 11 – “Two hours?” I asked her, my voice a shriek. I looked at the small alarm clock. I gasped and jumped to my feet in shock.

“I’m sorry, I must have dozed off; I hadn’t slept. I will do it now,” I tell Clarice.

“What do you mean you haven’t slept?”

“Abbie and I have been up since ЗAM yesterday morning, well Abbie fell asleep in the car here, but love couldn’t sleep, then we had to work,” Clarice sighed while shaking her head.

“I didn’t know, but get your a*s in there. I tried to clean the King’s room, but he said it’s your job, so you have to do it.”

“Is he mad? Am I in trouble?”

“Of course he’s mad; he’s the King. You made him wait for a rogue servant,” she said. She smiled sadly, yet l saw her disappointment. Clarice stepped closer and patted my back in what was supposed to be a nice gesture. However, I hissed and jerked away from her touch as pain rippled up my back.

“Get it together, Ivy, you are the King’s servant, I am trying to help, but I can only do so much,” She scolded, and I nodded my head. Clarice then walked out, leaving me; I slipped out of my room after her. Lying down was the worst mistake. I felt stiff to add to the pain. I hesitantly reached up to knock on the door.

“You can enter,” He said before I even knocked. I sucked in a deep breath forcing my legs to move. He was sitting on the chaise reading under the lamp when I entered. He had blue pajama pants on, his chest b**e. I quickly looked away, moving to do the task at hand. My hands trembled as I cleaned up the mess on his table. His aura told me he was angry with me, and l fought the urge to cower under it. I could feel his gaze on me as I placed everything back on the tray.

I bite my tongue to stop myself from crying out at having to stand upright. Impressed, not one noise escaped me despite wanting to scream with each movement. Only when I looked up, the King was watching me still. I swallowed, dropped my head, and walked to the door.

“Come back and see me when you are done,” He spoke before going back to his book.

“Yes, Sir,” I answered as I turned and walked out. I made the horrendous trek down the steps; I wondered what my punishment would be when I spotted that guard again. Maybe it was a statue? He hadn’t moved. How is that possible? I wave my hand in front of his face. He looked real but nothing, no facial twitch, not even a blink. I shook my head while walking off toward the kitchen.

“Dinner,” Clarice said as she pointed to the plate on the bench when I entered.

“I can’t. The King asked me to go back to see him,”