His Lost Lycan Luna (Jessica Hall) novel Chapter 139

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 139 – “I don’t look at you with pity, Abbie. I know who you are, and that is all I see. I see you, and this is not you. You are better than them. I see the girl I am willing to d*e beside, the girl I jumped with, the girl that kept me going when she wanted to give up herself, and you are not giving up, more than my life Abbie. I am here, and you staying right here with me, you go I go, so which is it, are you jumping because if you are, I am jumping with you,”

“You have a mate and are Queen, so don’t say that. I am nothing compared to you,” she says and I hear in her voice how much she truly believed that.

“You are everything to me. You always have been. My title doesn’t change that, and you have Gannon and will be my Beta, so don’t tell me you are nothing because the only reason I am still here for any of this is because of you,”

Abbie chuckles and shakes her head but lifts it placing it against the wall. “I am a werewolf. You are Lycan, I can’t be your Beta, and I wouldn’t know the first thing about being a beta.”

“You think I know how to be Queen?” I laugh, sitting up to look at her.

“I can’t even read, but we have people here that will help us. I have Kyson. You have Gannon, and me.”

“Yeah, until he tosses me aside, when I can’t give him what he wants,”

“He wants to change you and mark you. He isn’t going anywhere, and even if he does, I am still right here,” I tell her.

“You would change me?” she asks.

“Wouldn’t think twice about it, but we may have to ask how though, because I am not sure how to,” I chuckle, and so does she before her smile falls.

“Who would have thought freedom would be worse than the chains that restricted us,” she whispers.

“Freedom isn’t something given, Abbie. It’s a mindset. Only we can free ourselves,”

“Do you feel free?” she asks, and I sigh.

“I don’t know, but I know we aren’t the orphan rogues anymore. I don’t know who I am either, but I am determined to find out, and I prefer we find out together,” I tell her and she swallows.

“More than my life,” she whispers.

“More than my life,” I reply.

“More than my life,” Gannon’s deep voice says, making us both jump, neither of us heard him come in, and l swipe my hand down the glass to find him leaning against the sink basin.

“Gannon?” Abbie sighs, shaking her head beside me.

“How long have you been there?”

“Long enough, now hop out. We are leaving,” he tells her but she doesn’t move.

“I told you I am not going,” Abbie says, staring vacantly ahead.

“You are. You can’t stay in here, love. So please,” Gannon begs, crouching down in front of us when he opens the door. I look to Abbie, who makes herself smaller like she was trying to hide her body away from him.

Gannon’s eyes flit to me for a second before he scrubs a hand down his face, and I see the blacked-out mirror behind him, glancing back at Abbie and looking at her scarred skin. We nearly looked the same.

Hers were jagged, but my back looked like it had gone through a mincer, and so did my arms and the backs of my legs, yet the front of me wasn’t so bad. Abbie, however, was marred, but hers were jagged yet less, though I had no doubt hers caused her more pain because the scars would heal, but the marks on her heart, I wasn’t so sure.

Nonetheless, I could tell she was ashamed of her body, what had become of it, and if that was what was preventing her from leaving the room, she needed to know she had nothing to be ashamed of. Her scars couldn’t be hidden by clothes like mine could, but that didn’t mean she should feel ashamed of them.

“Can you get out, please?” she whispers, her knees close to her chest.

“I have already seen you n***d, Abbie,” Gannon tells her. Her face flamed red, and her lips quivered, and l knew I was right, and by the way she scrubbed her skin raw, I knew she felt d***y, felt on display by the marks that marred her.

“I can’t go out there,” she whispers, and I look at the scars that ran down her neck and mutilated her shoulders and the cuts on her face that left white lines once healed. To me, though, she was still beautiful. lyrics remember the shame I felt when the King asked me to get changed in front of him, the way Abbie begged at his feet for me. Gannon sighs but gets to his feet and walks out, he looked angry but never once voiced that anger at her.