His Lost Lycan Luna (Jessica Hall) novel Chapter 162

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 162 – Azalea POV

When Kyson got out of the shower, he seemed to be in a better mood as he walked out in just a towel that was draped low on his hips, and I was pulling my socks on. I had put on a loose-fitting off-shoulder top and jeans I only just squeezed into.

Yet my skin itched and burned, the fabric irritating my skin. The clothes felt like static on my skin, and l couldn’t stop scratching. Kyson eyed me, clearly happy to see me doing what Kyson asked, instead of arguing with him. The truth was, I was excited to leave the castle grounds. I didn’t care where we were going, I just wanted out of this place.

Kyson walks into the closet before returning with some black suit pants and an undone grey button-down shirt. He tosses a jacket beside me on the bed. “It’s going to rain. Put it on,” he says before pulling his belt through the belt loops.

“Where are we going?” I ask him.

“Well, we were going to Kade’s pack, but now we are going to your old one,” he says, and I look up at him, tugging on my shirt, the seam rubbing against my skin.

“Why the change?” I asked.

“Cassandra told Abbie she was bought off Alpha Dean’s son by Kade.”

“So?” I asked.

“She was thirteen when she was sold to Kade, so I want to find out what deals they had on the side. With Kade now d**d, only Alpha Dean will be able to answer those questions. Cassandra is apparently helpful now Abbie has decided to let her go.”

“What?” I asked, sitting up, my tone coming out harsher than intended. “You’re not letting her go,” I tell him. My skin felt tight under my clothes, and l scratched at my bump and sighed.

“It is what Abbie requested. We decided she could choose Cassandra’s fate,” he says, and I sighed but still didn’t agree that she should just get off so easily.

“Did Clarice change washing powder?” I muttered. My skin was burning fiercely.

“Hurry, I want to leave, and we need to stop by the dungeons on the way,” Kyson says.

I pulled my shoes on, but my feet ached the moment I pulled them on. My toes felt squashed, and my feet felt puffy. Kyson watches me before bending down, tugging my shoe off, and looking at my feet. He presses his thumb down on it, and my skin indents. His brows furrow, but then my skin itches like crazy.

Kyson scratches his chest, raking his nails over his skin before his eyes widen, and he grips the front of my shirt and yanks me to him. He sniffs it before I am shoved back on the bed, and my clothes shredded to pieces instantly. I shrieked, wondering what he was doing, but I didn’t have time to ask when he scooped me up and stuffed me into the shower. The rush of cold water stole my breath when he started scrubbing my skin furiously. Yet the cold water soothed my burning skin.

Trey and Liam rushed in moments later, and I squealed, hiding behind Kyson’s body, using him as a shield.

“Find out who brought the laundry up yesterday!” Kyson growls, not even looking at them, solely focused on scrubbing my flesh raw.

“Ah, I did.” Liam answers.