His Lost Lycan Luna (Jessica Hall) novel Chapter 18

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 18 – Ivy POV I was awoken by a crashing noise. My body was instantly alert at the sound before I heard running and got up to stick my head out the door. The noise appeared to be coming from the King’s room. Guards rushed in before he bellowed at them.

“Get the f**k out,” He screamed before I heard glass breaking. The guards rush out, and I hear one of them say to get his Beta, the rest remaining in the hall alert but standing guard while another guard runs off. last looked at the clock, and it was a little after 2 am.

“What is going on?” I heard Beta Damian demand as he stalked down the corridor in just his boxer shorts. The guards stiffened, and one stepped forward.

“The king appears to be drunk and is destroying his room,” The man says. The Beta runs his hands down his face.

“You know what date it is we are nearing, and you know of what we found a few hours ago, I will deal with it and get me his servant,” he said, looking at my door where I stood watching. I freeze, having been caught.

“Ivy, I need your help to clean up,” He says, and my hands tremble. I look down at my clothes before nodding. Turning around, I grabbed my shoes when I spotted the blanket that was covering me. Picking it up, I sniff it, and it is drenched in the King’s scent. It was the one from his bed, the other gone. Did he return while I was asleep again?

“Ivy, now please,” Beta Damian says and spins around to see him standing in my doorway. Hearing another c***h from the room and Beta Damian rushes out, and I quickly follow, snatching my shoes up. He pushes the door open, and I gasp at the sight. The entire room was upturned and destroyed except his bed.

Even his precious books were tossed around carelessly, and a mirror was smashed. I stepped into the room before realizing I didn’t have any supplies. Beta Damian was murmuring to him as he tried to calm down the King. He was sitting in the corner of the room with his head in his hands. The drapes were torn with claw marks down them.

I quickly rushed out and down the stairs. Clarice was already at the cleaning cupboard with a basket full of supplies and a broom.

“Go, go, give this to Beta Damian or Gannon. They are the only ones that can get close to him when he gets like this. Just leave it at the door and knock,” She says, stuffing everything in my arms.

“Does he get like this a lot?” I ask.

“Only when it’s nearing the anniversary, and the rebels making an appearance appears to have set him off. In thought this might be the year he didn’t break. Keep those supplies up there. You will need them,” Clarice told me. Great, I was going to be awoken every night because of some anniversary that triggered him. Though I was curious what anniversary it was that affected him this way.

Walking up the steps, I hear Beta Damian talking and hear growling. The sound is menacing, and I froze on the steps. “F**k, where did she go?” I heard Beta Damian mutter.

“Kyson, you need to calm down,” I hear his Beta talking as I quickly rush up the steps before I listen to things being tossed. I knock on the door, and Beta Damian flings it open what I wasn’t expecting was for him to jerk me inside the room. Clarice said he would take them from me and to stay away from him.

The King was pacing, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him. Fur was sprouting on his arms, his claws slipping out, and he rubbed a hand down his face before he stopped. A deep, menacing growl left him when he suddenly shifted before turning on me.