His Lost Lycan Luna (Jessica Hall) novel Chapter 22

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 22 – “I am not angry at you, Ivy,” “If you hate the way they treat rogues, why do you let them,” I realized instantly the mistake I made. I just questioned the king’s ability to rule fairly, insinuated he was unfit.

“I … I didn’t mean. You are a good King,” I blurted out in a panic, yet his features never changed. Though I was shocked when he answered.

“I am working on it. Adults know their crimes are responsible for them, we stopped the k*****g of Rogue children, and most packs agreed to even take them in or cast them out once of age. Some, however, did not agree with the laws. But then some packs started k*****g them. Eventually, that also stopped, but then rogue children started showing up d**d again recently; that is why I went to your pack that day. We were investigating your Alpha.”

“You want to help the rogues?”

“Yes, they are still part of my rule. Just because some are bad doesn’t mean all are, Ivy. I never agreed to them k*****g rogue children. I tried to prevent it. I will try harder,” He says.

“Why my Alpha, though?” I questioned.

“Because his pack is the only pack that still k****d rogues when they came of age, also I found it odd only two girls were listed in the orphanage as a rogue. It seemed odd,” I nodded.

“Yes, we had a few come and go, but once the new Alpha took over, no one lived. He k****d them all,” I answer him.

“All of them?”

“Yes, eventually, we were the only ones left. I overheard Mrs. Daley speaking of the rogue attacks that she expected new children to come, but they never did,” I answered him. His brows pinch together, and he nods.

“I will have to go back there then,”

“So you don’t have a fetish,”

“No more like an obsession,” He says, cutting me off. I blink down at him before realizing where my hands had fallen.

“Sorry,” I muttered, moving them off his muscular abs. The King places them back. “I like when you touch me, Ivy, so don’t be afraid to,” he whispered, making my eyes dart to his.

He moved my hands over his abs and over his pecs and chest to his shoulders, forcing me closer to him. My palms tingled violently, and I pulled one looking at it. My brows pinched, wondering why they did it. Turning my face back to him, I was leaning on him and his face was barely an inch from mine. His scent was overwhelmingly strong so close to his neck and I inhaled before I could stop myself from pressing my face to the side of his. I only realized what I had done when I felt his fingers run through my hair and I jumped.